Yes! Leather. Black, white, lavender, red - as long as it is leather. Soft, smooth, clinging, delicious leather.
I'll stride above you as you grovel, waiting for the lash to strike your bare flesh forcing you to earn my permission as you beg for "another, please, Ma'am" "Thank you, Ma'am" and wait until the hiss of the whip sounds again just before impact.
Permission for what you wonder? Perhaps to kiss my stiletto. Perhaps to polish my leather thigh high boots - while I am still wearing them! Perhaps to complete your ritualized deposit of effluent on your reflection in the mirror in exactly the way I command.
OR - perhaps something as simple and elegant as an evening out at the theater or a fine restaurant as my little 'princelet' charming.