My fetish is my weakness

What does your fetish do to you? Does it make you more insatiable, does it transform you into someone else? Leather is my weakness, on so many levels I want to give in to it even when I know I can't and I shouldn't. I find myself talking dirty to myself in the mirror wanting to touch myself and when I touch myself. "You dirty slut! Look at you, you will do anything for this fabric won't you?" I say breathlessly as I find myself panting out in satisfaction, yet giving in again to leather. It truly transforms me, I feel like it is my armor that makes me powerful, yet weak. Why does leather do this to me? As I write, I think about my pictures both new and old and think about this kinky creature that leather turns me into and I yearn to go to that place where I can be transformed by the power of my leather armor.