My Leather Glove Date
Part Two - Leather Slave
The start of any new relationship is wonderful, but when the woman is beautiful and is dressed in leather gloves from the start, then I thought I was in heaven. But there is no heaven without a hell, I was soon to realize.
When I called Maria to arrange a meeting, she suggested I come over to her house for dinner. I tried to act politely pleased on the phone as I accepted the offer, but I really wanted to shout out with joy at being invited to her house. It meant I had somehow passed the test and she felt comfortable enough to have me enter her home. I showered twice, once to clean off and the second time with cold water to calm me down, I was so excited. I put on my best shirt and tie, casual pants, just a touch of cologne. I picked up some roses and wine on the way, and without too much difficulty found her house out in the country. It was an attractive, detached house with a well attended lawn and garden. Nothing unusual about it, and her Porshe was parked in the driveway.
I rang the bell, and her voice came over the speaker. "Hi, Richard. Come in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be down in a minute". The door buzzed open and I walked down the hall into the living room. I couldn't believe it. There was black leather furniture everywhere - two couches, several large chairs, even a leather rug. On the walls were hung very tasteful modern art paintings, and the room generally had a sparse but comfortable feeling. I sat down on the couch and relished the smell and feel of it. Already I was feeling excited about the evening. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
I could hear Maria approaching by the sound of her boots in the hallway. I stood up to greet her and was totally spellbound. She was dressed in a black leather skirt, black leather vest, thigh high black leather boots, and was carrying arm-length leather gloves in her hand. Her lovely straight brown hair was brushed so that it framed her lovely face, accented with only the lightest make-up. Since I was too stunned to say anything she came over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Hello, Richard. Please do sit down. You look as if you're going to faint!"
We sat down and she saw the wine and flowers I had brought. "Roses, how sweet. But one does have to watch those thorns!" she said with a wry smile.
I finally was able to say something. "Maria, you look absolutely stunning! That outfit is so...."
"Sexy?" she finished for me. "Yes, well I've always loved black leather, ever since I was a girl. I always wanted to be Catwoman. And you, Richard, I noticed you couldn't take your eyes off my leather gloves last time."
With this she began to put on her long black leather gloves, and she watched me intently as my eyes looked at the gloves and then at her until she was finished putting them on.
"I knew it. You love leather too," she smiled. She put her hand to my mouth and I instinctively began to kiss it. She suddenly put her gloved hand over my mouth, leaned over and sent her tongue through her fingers into my mouth. The sensation of her tongue tasting of the leather was so exciting, I immediately began to get very hard. With her other hand Maria began to caress my crotch, and started kissing me hard on the mouth and neck. I couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed to be getting as turned on as I was.
She stopped and moved back on the couch. "Richard, tell me something. How much do you really like leather?" As she said this she was coyly sucking on one of her gloved fingers.
"I, uh, I love leather a lot," I stammered, which was an understatement. And she knew it.
"Do you love it enough to be my leather slave?" she asked.
"What does that mean?" I wanted to know. I had my suspicions but I wanted to hear more.
"Well Richard, I have to put up with men all day, their little mind games, and power plays, and manipulations to get me in bed with them. But here I am in control, and I'd like to have someone willing to do whatever I ask of him, without question. Do you think you could handle this?"
My mind was racing. She was so captivating, so beautiful, but perhaps dangerous. I knew she was spinning her web over me - would I be able to escape if I wanted to?
"What are some things you'd want me to do?" I finally asked, knowing I was falling into her trap.
She got close to me and began to undo my tie. I could smell her warm leather and it was driving me wild. She took off my tie and suddenly ripped my shirt open. She began squeezing my crotch with one hand and twisting one of my nipples with the other, and watched for my reaction. I began to moan a little, I'm not sure whether from pleasure or pain. All of a sudden she slapped me across the face; she smiled at my look of shock.
"You need to moan loudly. You see, I get off to hear you in pain." She squeezed my crotch even harder and I didn't have to be encouraged to yell out in pain. She undid my pants and forced me down on the couch. She got on top of me and I could feel how wet she was. She began to slap me again and again, and as I got harder she got wetter. We came together just as she had put her gloved hand over my mouth to smother me.
After we recovered she told me that I had the makings of a good leather slave, but I would have to come back for more training. There was no question that I would return. She had indeed ensnared me, and it had all started with her leather gloves.