LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Dominant Wife

I was staring at my wife’s hands.  She has perfect hands.  Her nails are long and blood red.  I could not take my eyes off them because she was holding a 16-button length black kid leather glove.  She only wore the beautiful gloves when she was about to encourage sexual activity with her boyfriend Jason.  My wife is sexually dominant in our relationship.  I have a strong glove fetish and my wife knew this before we married.  Soon after our marriage she used my glove fetish to take over every aspect of my life. She took control of everything from finances to free time, and especially sexual release.  I was naturally submissive during sex and my wife took full advantage of this.  She did agree to do one thing for me, and that was to always wear leather gloves during sex.  We never used any birth control.  She would simply tell me that if I didn’t cum in her she would give me a glove job when she was done.  I eagerly agreed with this and after we would make love I would dry off and wait for my wife to bring me off with her gloves.  I thought I was doing a good job satisfying her and my reward would be heavy teasing, dirty talk, and then ejaculation.  It was a perfect world.  Sometimes we would talk about my fantasies, she would tease me with her gloves and we would talk.  I would always tell her that she was an expert with her gloves and admitted I could deny her nothing.  One day during a particularly brutal teasing session I made the fatal mistake of telling her I thought she could control any man if she wanted.  She confronted me about this and playfully demanded clarification.  I simply explained that she could control any man if she chose to do this to him.  She continued to tease me and asked if I’d like her to do this to another guy.  My mouth meant to say no, but my wife knew my cock could also be used as a lie detector.  She said, “I can tell that’s a big yes!” and finished me.  At that point my life changed forever.  Future teasing sessions involved what I considered verbal abuse.  She would tease me telling me how she could also be gloving another guy and making me tell her how I would love to see her gloving another guy.  Her verbal abuse was brutally humiliating but my wife could tell by my sexual response that I loved it.  The more she humiliated me while wearing her gloves the more I became aroused.  I was lost and clearly my wife knew the only way out.  Then came the ultimate glove humiliation.

I didn’t know this but soon after this incident my wife met a guy named Jason.  He was also has a strong leather glove fetish.  At first their relationship was very private.  But as my wife became more proficient in her abilities to dominate and humiliate me she slowly began to reveal her relationship with Jason to me.  Since Jason was also a glove fetishist my wife took full advantage of both of us albeit in different ways.

When I first became aware of their relationship my wife would leave and meet Jason for sex.  Occasionally, my wife would ask me to leave our home and she would entertain Jason in my absence.  She said that she was more comfortable when they were alone and she was less inhibited.  As time went on my wife’s comfort level rose to include me staying home “securely tucked out of the way” while my wife and her boyfriend explored their private world of fetish sex.  On top of this she demanded that I not only support her relationship with Jason, but that I also encourage it.  She seemed most pleased when I would ask her when she planned on seeing Jason in order to schedule my frequent business trips around their dates.  At first her response would always be defensive saying “why, that’s none of your business”?  Then I would be forced to tell her that this was in order to help her spend quality time with her boyfriend.  At that point she would seem to reluctantly agree and tell me.  It was quite obvious to her that this was very humiliating to me and this is what she seems to take the most delight in.

Soon after this I discovered that a huge wooden wardrobe with heavy locks was delivered to our home.  It could only be used to do one thing, store my wife’s fetish outfits.

My wife never dominated me in the traditional sense.  No whips or chains or physical torture.  She would just effortlessly control me with my glove fetish.  My wife has never been intentionally cruel when she dominates me, unless as she calls it “I really need it”.  She has always been very loving and has always provided a means of sexual release for me at least a few times a week and after every session she has with Jason.  Typically she would return from her dates and simply ask me if I was ready to be finished.  Her tone is always even and matter of fact adding to my humiliation.  She would always use what she calls her “honey-do gloves”.  These gloves are the first and only pair we purchased together.  They were black 2-button length Napa leather gloves of comparatively low quality.

My method of release would always depend on her mood when she returned.  She always seems to be happy, but sometimes is exhausted from the sex.  Other times she is compassionate and accommodating. 

When she is tired she will normally pull on her gloves and point her long leather covered fingernail towards the bathroom.  Once there she would place her left glove on my right shoulder and effortlessly guide me to my knees.  As I kneel on the hard tile she would stand next to me always keeping her glove on my shoulder and supervise while I masturbate.  At this point she would normally do one of two things.  She might hold her right glove in front of my face, slowly moving her fingers allowing me to observe how her long fingernails distort the look of the glove on her hand.  She knows how much this excites me and I usually cum quite quickly.  She might also rub the glove under my nose so I can smell the leather.  This also brings me to a furious finish.  Whichever method she chooses she always lightly rubs and pats my shoulder as I shoot my load onto the tile.  When I’m through I thank her and she removes her gloves and drops them wherever she is standing and leaves the room.  I, of course, am left to cleanup and put the gloves away.

When she is in more accommodating mood I will get to lie on a bed and she will give me a slow glove job keeping me on the brink with teasing for normally no longer than 5 minutes.  When she tires of this she’ll just rub me a little harder and I shoot my load all over my stomach.  Once I thank her she’ll just drop her gloves and leave.

Keep in mind; by now my wife’s relationship with Jason has been long term.  As with any relationship things cool down after a certain length of time.  When this began to happen my wife began to further exploit my fetish to extract my fantasies and consider them as possible sexual scenarios to stimulate their sexual activities.  She made it clear that if these ideas managed to rocket their sexual encounters to new levels she would be more likely to reveal ever increasing glimpses into her sexual encounters with Jason.

I was then given my first assignment.  My wife insisted that I must have a well thought out fantasy of what I believed her and Jason would be doing behind closed doors and she wanted me to write it down in great detail.  I assured her I did but asked if I would be able to fit the scene around fetish items she would really be using.  This was uncharted water for me.  As part of her domination/humiliation campaign against me her fetish wardrobe has always been completely off limits, securely locked in the wooden wardrobe.  When she was preparing for a date I would always be relegated to stay in a guest room so as never to see how my wife was dressed when she left to meet Jason.  With great suspicion my wife agreed to show me some items to work into the fantasy.

I was not surprised when I was not allowed to look at everything her and Jason had amassed.  My wife assured me that what I was about to see was only their latest acquisitions and would not come close to representing the entire stash.  I was instructed to strip naked and sit on the chair in the bedroom.

My wife emerged from the closet but was carrying nothing.  She then gave me my first glimpse into her sexual escapades.  She stated, “As you know Jason has a strong leather glove fetish and a side effect of that is a fetish for many other clothing items as well.  For instance he loves the way silk and fur look with leather gloves.  He also seems to like me to look a little trashy as well, so sometimes the outfits are simple, black seamed stockings, high heeled boots, a silk blouse, and 8 or 16 button length black kid leather gloves.”

My wife knew that I had never actually seen real honest to goodness high quality long leather gloves, and the fact that she had them and used them on her boyfriend was both devastating and exciting at the same time.  My wife said that I looked as though all the blood had been drained from my face and “apparently it went someplace else”.  She went on to explain that during their most recent sessions Jason was very fond of the way she looked in a new black silk blouse they had recently purchased together.  This would be added to black seemed stockings, black leather knee boots, and of course her ever-present long black kid leather gloves.  Only once during their most recent encounters had he asked for 8-button length, so she thought it would definitely be the 16-button length gloves that she would be using.

She left me momentarily, retuning with 2 boxes and a black silk blouse on a hanger.  She placed the boxes on the bed and held up the blouse in front of her.  It was a very attractive blouse with buttons up the front, shoulder pads, and very thin, almost transparent sleeves.  She threw that on the bed and opened the larger of the 2 boxes.  She then carefully lifted up one of the black leather high-heeled boots and held it directly in front of me.  It was truly beautiful.  She carefully placed the boot back in the box and then she turned her attention to the smaller white box.  She very slowly, and very deliberately opened the box.  Then it happened, she slowly pulled a long black leather glove from the box.  Her long nails held the tips of the fingers and slowly lifted the glove from the box.  The glove uncoiled from the box like a cobra from a basket.  She then pulled the glove over her right hand and up her arm.  She then ran her long nailed hands from the wrist all the way up the arm smoothing out the glove.  “Well what do you think?”  Before I could answer the phone rang.  My wife reached over to the nightstand and picked it up.  She talked for a moment, placed the phone between her ear and shoulder and casually picked up the other glove and pulled that one on while she talked.  I was in a haze.  I don’t know whom she was talking to.  All I could do is sit there and look at my wife wearing the most incredible pair of leather gloves I had ever seen.  I sat transfixed as she nonchalantly made hand gestures, placed a glove on her hip, and moved the phone to the other shoulder.  Then I realized she was talking to Jason.  I heard her, in a very matter of fact manner say “Yes, I’m doing it right now, (pause) yes, (pause) just like we agreed, (pause) just the blouse, boots and gloves, (pause) just the 16s, (pause) I’m not doing that (laughing)”.  She agreed with a couple other things then hung up the phone and turned back to me.

There I was, sitting in a chair, in my own home, looking at my wife wearing the most exciting gloves I could ever dream of.  I had just listened to my wife; talking to her boyfriend right after listening to her detailing the fetish items she wears and uses with him.  My heart was pounding, my breathing was short, my cock was beat red and at full attention.  My wife walked over to me.  She spoke, but I could not understand her.  It was as though a large explosion with a blinding flash of light had occurred.  I was on sensory over load and couldn’t process what she was saying.  When she spoke again I finally heard her.  “Honey, are you OK?”  I quickly snapped back to reality, took a deep breath and said yes.  Clearly my wife could see what affect all this was having on me.  She then asked, “Is this going to be too much for you?  If you can’t handle this we can do something different.  We just thought you’d like a little involvement that’s all.  Do you want me to stop?”  Of course I had to say no.  Only later could I recount the event and realize that this was a well thought out attack on my overpowering fetish and she knew that I could never back out now.

My wife then very simply stated “well, that should be enough motivation for you”.  She then carefully removed the gloves, placed them in the box and returned all the items to the wardrobe.  When she returned she said, “I’d give you a glove job but I think a little anxiousness will prevent any writers block.  Now get writing!”

Next, my fantasy.