The sound of leather, the sound of My power: A Matriarch Ezada Sinn POV with human ashtray, spitting and leather worship

Description: Do you hear that? the creak of natural leather, the rich, commanding sound that reminds you exactly who i am, and exactly what you are. it is the sound of my power over you, the sound of your submission.look at yourself. naked. kneeling. a collar tight around your neck, your pathetic little dicklet locked away in chastity where it belongs. i don’t even have to touch you to make you feel weak, to make you tremble with submission. it’s instinctive. you exist to obey.i see how eager you are, desperate to please me, to serve however i command. i know you crave purpose: to be used, to be owned. watch my fingers now. assume your position, on your knees, tongue out, hands behind your back. show me you are ready.will i use you as my ashtray today? or perhaps as my personal spittoon? you will never know until i decide. because you have no will, no choice. you have only one purpose.to obey.