LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Fantasy

Part Ten

As I wiped off, I wanted to replay the evening’s events but could only anxiously anticipate Michael’s call to my wife.  Could she be so sexually dominant that she already wanted more after what seemed to be such a fulfilling experience?  Apparently so, I thought as I went to my room to dress.  I put on only a bathrobe and waited outside my wife’s room until she emerged.  When she finally did I took in her immense sexual power that now seemed to just pour from her presence.  She was wearing a bathrobe that I had never seen before.  It was dark green and very thin velour.  She also was wearing stiletto heeled black pumps and holding the new 4 button length gloves, which were neatly folded, in her well manicured hands.  As she whisked by me I could only think, “Will there be no end to this?  What new humiliations were planned?

I watched as she calmly sat at the kitchen table.  As she sat she placed the gloves down and began glancing over the newspaper that was on the table and asked for more wine which I quickly provided.  As she scanned the pages she sipped at the wine and then began to speak.  I was amazed to find that I was once again hard! 

Ms. Jamie:  “Gloveboy, Michael will be calling soon.  We are going to talk about how our relationship might proceed.  I would like you here to assist me during the call.  If it will be too much for you I’ll understand and will dismiss you.”

Me:  “No Ms. Jamie I’d like to stay.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Good, I want you to answer the phone when he calls.”

Me:  In an obviously frightened voice I asked, “What should I say Ms. Jamie?”

Ms. Jamie:  “You know the rules gloveboy, say what you think will make me happy.”

Me:  “Yes Ms. Jamie”.

I must have looked dazed because she drunkenly giggled and began pulling on her gloves.  At that the phone rang.  I picked it up on the second ring and looked back to see my wife smoothing out her gloves.

Me:  “Hello”

Michael:  “Hello this Michael.”

That’s all he said.  I looked at my wife who was cruelly smiling at me.  This was obviously another humiliation.

Me:  “Yes, Uhhh, would you like to speak with The Glove Mistress?”  I looked back at my wife who now seemed very pleased.

Michael:  “Yes, may I please speak with The Glove Mistress?”

I said yes and handed her the phone.

All in one motion she slowly lifted the phone to her face and crossed her legs which caused the robe to fall open revealing, of course, no underwear.  Her shinny black glove extended perfectly from her sleeve.  Before speaking, her long leather covered fingernail pointed downward directing me to kneel beside her which I quickly did.  She placed her free glove on the back of my head and pulled me towards her bosom.  My face submissively nestled into the soft velour.  As I inhaled I took in her heavenly scent.  She began to play with my hair as she began to talk.

“Hello, this is The Glove Mistress”.

“Yes, I’m pleased we are finally able to talk as well”.

My wife’s voice was somehow different, very controlling, almost like a teacher to a student.

“Yes, I would consider meeting you in person.”

“Mistress Linda has told me some things about you but I’d like to hear them from you as well.

There was a long pause as Michael gave the information to my wife.  After a few minutes my wife broke the silence.

“No, I’d rather talk about those things when we meet, Shall we say Friday night at a hotel?  Good, I’m going to turn you over to my assistant so that you two can work out the details. 

My stomach sunk as she handed me the phone.  I was completely unprepared for this.  What should I say?  What should I do?  I began to stutter as I tried to talk.

Me:  “Hel…he.. hello?  This is gloveboy, Ms. Jamie’s sexual assistant.  Do you have a preference for a hotel?

Michael:  “No, I don’t, I guess whatever you think would please The Glove Mistress.”  He sounded both embarrassed and uneasy.

I looked up at my wife.  Her face bore a wicked drunken smile.  She was obviously pleased with her control over what was now 3 men.  She casually sipped her wine probably trying not to laugh out load.

Me:  “Do you know where the Sheraton East is?”  This was miles from our home and since we live in such a large metropolitan area I had at least lowered the chances of running into anyone that at least I knew.

Michael:”Yes, I do know where that is”.

Me:  “Please plan on meeting us in the lobby at 8 O’clock.  Do you have a cell phone number?  This way I can call you after Ms. Jamie arrives and let you know where she will be seated.”

He gave me the number and I told him I would call him Friday evening and hung up.

My wife looked extremely pleased.  “Have I made you happy Ms. Jamie”? I asked in my most submissive voice.  “Yes, very much so gloveboy.  And that was quick thinking coming up with the Glove Mistress thing.  I liked that, from now on you will call me Glove Mistress when assisting me with my boyfriends.  I’d also like you to call me that when speaking to them, but when were alone or in public you can still call me Ms. Jamie.”  She said with an evil smile. 

Boy that sure excited me.  Where on earth do I come up with this stuff? 

My wife told me to stand up.  As I did my excitement was very apparent as my hard on protruded from the front of my bathrobe.  In a very exaggerated manner my wife used her gloved thumb and index finger to slowly untie the knot securing my robe.  I became completely exposed as the robe fell at my sides.  I was surprised to see that I was beet red due to my excitement.  My wife used her thumb and index finger to encircle the head of my cock and provide a light massage.  I ground my teeth as I tried to fight back my urge to ejaculate. 

Ms. Jamie:  “It seems you are as excited as I am about meeting Michael aren’t you gloveboy?” 

Me:  “Yes Ms. Jamie” I said staining as my excitement began to make me say things I didn’t want to say.  “It’s very exciting watching you with you boyfriends”. 

Ms. Jamie:  “So you’re Ok with me seeing more than one guy?”  She said as she brought me to a fevered pitch. 

Me:  Yes, Ms. Jamie” I hissed through my clenched teeth.  “I want you to be happy so if more than one makes you happy that’s what I want for you”.

Ms. Jamie:  “That’s wonderful gloveboy, I want you to write a story for me this week about Friday night, so I’ll have some good ideas to take advantage of Michael’s glove fetish.”

Me:  “Yes Ms. Jamie, I’d be honored to.”  I spit through my clenched teeth.

All in one motion she stood and moved to the left, all while increasing the jacking intensity.  It only took a few more strokes and the sperm flew from my cock landing on the table and newspaper.  It was an incredible finish.  I was stunned that I could come like that; after all it was the third time in one day.

My wife began to remove her gloves and said, “That was nice gloveboy, you obviously like our new relationship and so do I.”  She then dropped the gloves onto the chair and said “Clean up and leave these on my dresser.  I’m going to bed.  I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”  She then left the room teetering on her heels.

Deal with me tomorrow?  That sounded ominous.  I was both excited and scared, after all look how far she had taken me in one day.  I was frightened at how far she might take me given a lifetime.

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