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Worshipping Wednesday. You say you love my leather boots. You plead with me to kiss and clean them. Long licks up and down the exquisite leather. Tell me why I should let you anywhere near my luxuriously luscious boots?

One day you may be fortunate enough to feel the wrath of my leather strap. To feel genuine mindful discipline, and most importantly, cathartic connection. After all, isn’t that what we are all here for…right? Until then maybe you would prefer a cheeky sneak peak?

Did you really think you could disobey the rules and get away with it? Quite the contrary, consequences are inevitable, every. single. time, that you’re caught misbehaving. A severe cold caning is in order for your tardiness and lack of integrity. What say you?

Things have become serious now. On your knees you naughty little creature. Tisk tisk, late twice in a row, oh dear. Are you intentionally antagonistic or just dim and can’t keep track of the time?

On your knees. Lips to the floor. Kiss the ground gently with purpose. As your freshly caned bottom points upwards, throbbing and blushed pink with perfect cane stripes, are you beginning to understand the rules?

I haven’t even taken my coat or leather gloves off, and yet I can already see you’ve forgotten your place, as well as your manners. Leering at my leather boots as I walked by, perspiring at the thought of being instructed to lick them clean with your tongue. Correct?

The sting of the cane. It lingers when we’re done. Delicious, deep, and long lasting. Your skin is left beautifully blush red, raised ridges, and tender to the touch. You are so brave, it’s ok to cry, let it go you’re safe. 🩷🩷🩷

That’s correct, down on your knees. You did so well with your heavy handed spanking. Gently rub your sore red bottom. You’re now ready for caning. Repeat after me: ‘Yes Lady Alisha.’❤️❤️❤️

Thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

The luscious Lady and her leather. Mesmerising and delicious. Be my good boy, look into my eyes, and tell me what you crave? Use your manners and be specific.

My cream leather skirt squeaking against my black leather office chair, my throne some may say. Black leather tasseled boots and delicious black leather gloves. The squeaky sound and the sensual smell, well it’s enough to make a Lady ‘glow’. 🤍

Sensually caressing my leather boots with my black bow tie leather gloves, the deliciousness of the smell and texture is palpable. Time to shine my black leather boots. Lick, spit, polish and buff. 🖤🖤🖤 What will you use to achieve the best finish on my beloved leather?

The Boss Lady is front and centre. Your excuses have become tired and old. Therefore, I think we’re done here. Unless that is, you have something extraordinarily revolutionary to say for yourself? Well? I’m waiting!

Tell me what happens when your eyes longingly pass over my leather gloves, onto my firm thighs, and downwards to my brown leather knee high boots. Name the sensation,tell me where you feel it? Are you physiologically aroused, surely you’re captivated, but have you lost control?

Friday that’s a wrap for the workday in Australia, and yet my darlings on the other side of the world have not had lunch yet. Whilst you fantasise about my fabulous leather boots and gloves, tell me what debauchery you’re getting up to this weekend? Leather Love. Xx 🖤🖤🖤

Communicating with me is a delicious privilege not a right, therefore approach with decorum and respect, or not at all. Be my good boy: Introduce yourself politely, using my correct title, and most importantly your best manners. Now what were you saying?

The moment you realise just how much trouble you’re in.Your stomach tenses. Then the Lady leans in becoming very calm and clear.She removes her glasses and whispers. “Over my knee naughty one, first the discipline,and then the deliciousness.”

Down there on your knees,naked and vulnerable, appearing obedient yet daring to look up into the eyes of your superior. Tisk tisk, all that progress lost with but one glance in my direction. Back to the beginning we go. Eyes to the floor and put your listening ears on!

I adore punctuality, manners, and respect for authority. Tell me which of the above traits you failed to demonstrate today? Here’s a clue, manners were used as you begged for mercy, and tears streamed down your face.

Take a moment to be deliciously delighted by delicate florals adorned by the divine Lady. Crawl slowly to me. Lulled into a beautiful warm embrace,your quivering skin against my stockings,she rains blows upon your blushing bottom with her gloriously leather gloved hand.