LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Fantasy

Part 12

Thursday

My wife called me about 10 AM and told me to take the afternoon off from work and be home by 1 o’clock.

The rest of the morning I could only wonder what was going to happen.  I arrived home a little before the allotted time and my wife was seated at the kitchen table wearing a white turtle neck sweater, faded jeans, and her stiletto heeled boots.  Her legs were crossed and her left boot bounced up and down impatiently as I waited for her instructions.  My body was tingling with anticipation as I waited for her to speak.  “I need a nail appointment for tomorrow morning gloveboy with Janice, call the salon and make an appointment”.

I looked up the number in the small address book we keep in the kitchen.  My wife watched me as I made the appointment for 10 AM.  She seemed pleased at my submissiveness.

She left the room momentarily.  When she returned she was wearing her full length black leather coat and holding what to me was a new black leather clutch handbag.  She then said, “Let’s go for a ride gloveboy”.  She whisked by me into the garage.  I quickly grabbed my coat and followed her.  I went to open the back door for her but she nonchalantly said she would ride in the front seat.  She gave me directions as we went along never telling me the destination.  After about a forty minute drive we arrived in a very exclusive suburb of town.  We have a large home but these places were huge.  She directed me into a particularly large home’s long driveway which curved around to the back of the house.  I parked the car and opened the door for my wife.  She passed by me as if I wasn’t even there and walked up the back door and rang the bell.

A very small man answered the door.  He looked to be in his mid to late 50’s.  All he said was “Please come in”, and closed the door behind us.

My wife just looked at him.  When she did he lowered his head and said, “Mistress Barbara: asks that you wait in the study”.

“Very well, come along gloveboy”, my wife said as she walked deeper into the large house.  She had obviously been here before because she knew where the study was.  When we arrived my wife sat on a plush sofa and told me to sit on the floor at her boots.  We sat quietly for about 3 minutes until a large door opened on the other side of the room.  The older man emerged and held the door.

At that my jaw hit the floor.  Out walked a very beautiful woman of middle age.  She had brown hair that was pulled back in a very tight pony tail.  She wore a crisp white blouse that had a high turned up collar.  Her lower half was covered with a black woolen skirt, slit to the upper right thigh, which blended into very high heeled black leather boots.  The boots had a small platform that allowed for what looked to be 5 inch stiletto heels.  As if this wasn’t captivating enough she was also very voluptuous.  Her breasts where large and powerful, and her hips were perfectly proportioned.  But her most striking attribute was her height.  She was probably over 6 feet tall without the heels, but with them her height was devastating.  She also had this incredible dominant presence.  To me my wife exuded sexual dominance, but this woman exuded both sexual and physical dominance.  The small man cowered as she passed by.  My wife stood as she walked in.  They embraced while exchanging greetings.

I wasn’t sure what to do so I got on my knees and just looked downward at their boots.  The woman then spoke.

Mistress Barbara: “Look at this, less than a week and he’s already well trained, what have you been doing?”

Ms. Jamie:  “He’s coming along”, my wife said sounding pleased as well as a little amazed.  “Mistress Barbara, I’d like you to meet my sexual assistant gloveboy.”

I carefully looked up as I saw her bend towards me.  She extended her hand towards my face.  Her nails were longer than my wife’s!  They were dark red and her hand was bejeweled with multiple diamond rings and bracelets.  I respectfully took her beautiful hand and kissed the ring on her middle finger.  As she straightened and pulled her hand away she said, “Well isn’t that just adorable.  Please Jamie sit down”. 

As my wife made herself comfortable Mistress Barbara: beckoned to the older man.  He quickly scurried to her as she said, “Ms. Jamie and I would like to talk, take him into the other room and wait.”  She then very violently grabbed his ear.  Pulling him close she said through clenched teeth, “And don’t even think of communicating with him do you understand?”  He replied, “Yes Mistress” in a very distressed voice.

“No it’s OK I have his hood, I’d like for him to stay here”, my wife said pulling the hood from her handbag.  “Crawl over here gloveboy”, she said as she extended the hood towards me.  I quickly complied.  My wife adjusted the hood to what she thought looked right and then pressed my shoulder down indicating for me to kneel again.  As they began to talk I found that once again I could hear everything.

Mistress Barbara:  “Well, it looks like you did it, how did it go?”

Ms. Jamie:  “I sure did, and it went perfectly”.

Mistress Barbara:  “So he’s met Jason?”

Ms. Jamie:  “Oh ya, he’s seen all of Jason.  We had sex three times right in front of him”.

Mistress Barbara:  “That’s wonderful, and how did he do?”

Ms. Jamie:  “He did everything I wanted him to.  It only took my gloves and a little teasing and he actually volunteered to assist me during sex.  It’s so great; it’s like he knew what I wanted.”

Mistress Barbara:  “You look very satisfied with your work Jamie.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Oh I am, I think it’s wonderful.”

Mistress Barbara:  “This is a critical stage in his training; you really need to pour it on now.”

Ms. Jamie:  “I think I am, we’re meeting Michael tomorrow night.”

Mistress Barbara:  “That’s a start, but I mean really pour it on.  This is no time to respect any limits he may have.  We’ve discussed this with Mistress Linda and we all agreed what would need to be done.”

Ms. Jamie:  “I know, but it seems so harsh to do it since he really is behaving the way I want him to.”

Mistress Barbara:  “Don’t worry Jamie.  I’ll bet you can even make him beg for it.  My slave does.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Ya right, he’s scared to death of you.  And he’s so excited by just your presence he’d let you do anything to him.”

Mistress Barbara:  “No really, I guarantee gloveboy would gladly accept a good whipping from me.”

Ms. Jamie:  “I know, I know, your right; we need to stick with the plan.”

Oh no! This powerful woman wants to beat me and my wife feels it is necessary.  Just then I realized how hard I was.  If I was made to stand they might realize I could hear what was going on.

Ms. Jamie:  “Since we never really talked about this part, how would we actually do this?”

Mistress Barbara:  “Easy, I recommend we stage a ritualistic beating of my slave.  During the beating you tell gloveboy how much it turns you on to watch me beat my slave.  He’ll be begging to let me beat him just to please you before it’s over.  To seal the deal I’ll wear a pair of long black leather gloves I use to beat my slave with.  They’ve worked very well with other glove fetishists I’ve worked with.”

Ms. Jamie:  “I guess you’re right, but do I have to be there when you’re hitting him?”

Mistress Barbara:  “Yes, that’s very important; you need to be at his head wearing new kid gloves to drive him crazy.  I’ve always felt the smell of leather and fine perfume like you wear causes an irresistible effect that will result in his complete breakdown.  Which, after all is what we’re after, isn’t it?”

Ms. Jamie:  “Yes, your right.”  She said in a concerned voice.

Mistress Barbara:  “Jamie, don’t worry, I’ve done this before, and he’ll be fine.”

MJ:  “When should we do this?”

MB:  “Why not now.”

I heard high heels leaving the room and suddenly the hood was removed from my head.  My wife smiled a concerned smile at me and began to speak.

Ms. Jamie:  “Mistress Barbara is going to discipline her slave and I’d like you to watch.”

Me:  “Yes Ms. Jamie.”  Although I tried not to sound scared, my voice was clearly shaking when I replied.

Ms. Jamie:  “Are you alright gloveboy?”

Me:  “Yes Ms. Jamie”.  I said in my bravest voice.

I followed my wife down a hallway that stopped at a large door with a keypad on the front.  My wife pushed a few buttons and the door unlocked.  As I walked inside my wife told me to take off my clothes and wait.  She left as I undressed and took in the room.  It was circular with two doors directly across from each other.  At the center was a bondage table with restraining devices attached to it.  Next to it was a video camera and high powered lights on individual tripods.  By the door I came in was a rack obviously used to suspend a person to the wall.  On the ceiling was a set of pulleys that I assumed could be used to suspend someone.  At the opposite door there were pegs on the wall holding an assortment of restraints, crops, canes, and other devices I had never seen before.  On the walls going around the room there were large framed black and white photographs and drawings.  All the drawings and photographs had one thing in common, Mistress Barbara.  Most of the frames contained multiple separate photos.  Each looked to be a set that depicted a different session.  Maybe a favorite of Mistress Barbara’s.

The first picture in the frame closest to me was of Mistress Barbara beating a slave’s ass with a cane.  The photo was taken in the room I was standing in and the slave was secured to the table.  The beating was very severe as his ass was badly bruised.  She was wearing a black leather skirt, jacket and of course, gloves. The outfit, especially the skirt was very tight which extenuated her already beautiful curves.  The second picture was a close up of her shinny black leather glove displaying the marks and deep bruises she had caused.  Her super long nails stained against the glove which caused me to get excited.  The third photo in the frame was a close up of Mistress Barbara and her slave’s face.  It was the same man that answered the door earlier.  Her glove was violently pulling his head up by the hair.  His face was drawn, and his eyes only partially open, as if he had been drugged.  She on the other hand, wore the brightest smile, beaming with triumph.

The next frame held three photos as well.  The first photo was of Mistress Barbara standing next to the same slave who was again restrained on the table.  She wore a long black leather coat which extended to just above the floor, exposing only her booted feet.  It looked as though she was wearing the same gloves from the previous set of photos which rested on her hips.  Because of her long nails the fingers of her gloves nearly met in front of her.  Extending from the coat was a large black dildo.  In addition to the fetish outfit she wore the same triumphant smile as in the other photo.  The slave stared at the dildo as she stood in front of him.  The second picture in the frame was of Mistress Barbara violently penetrating her slave’s ass with nearly the entire dildo.  Her gloves were pulling his hips towards her and the large dildo was nearly all the way in.  In the third photo in the frame the slave was secured while on his back.  Once again Mistress Barbara’s artificial appendage was deeply penetrating his ass.  Her right glove was wrapped around his medium sized penis.  High resolution digital photography must have been used as ejaculate extended from his penis and was suspended in mid air.  It was very intense.

The next few frames held drawings of Mistress Barbara, obviously from an admirer.  They contained caricatures of the Mistress.  One was of her beating a slave captioned with “Mistress Barbara the Ultimate Inflictor of Pain”.  Another was of her crushing a tiny humiliated man while having sex captioned with “Are you in yet darling?”.  One particular drawing greatly exaggerated her already large proportions and was captioned by “Sex Symbol Barbara”.  These were very provocative and realistic and added to my excitement.

I then came to a frame that held another three photo set.  The first photo was of both Mistress Barbara and Mistress Linda.  They were much younger in the photo and unlike the others; it wasn’t taken in the same room.  Both were wearing tight black leather jackets and pants.  They were so beautiful and exuded so much power that by just looking at that photo I became completely hard.  Between the two women could be seen a slave’s ass, who was crudely restrained on a table.  The second photo in the frame was of Mistress Barbara beating the slave’s ass.  She didn’t seem to be hitting the slave as hard as in the more recent photos.  In those she was expertly turning her body, leaning into the stroke and using her powerful body to more effectively inflict pain on her target.  Mistress Linda was at the slave’s head holding his face with long black leather gloves that extended into the sleeves of her jacket.  By the look on her face and her pouting lips it looked as though she was trying to provide mock comfort to her slave.  The third photo in the frame was a close up of their smiling faces with their exhausted slave between them.  I recognized the man as Mistress Linda’s slave/husband from the restaurant.

It all hit me like a freight train when I noticed the next frame was empty.  That frame was to hold the photos for my set of pictures.  I remembered what Mistress Barbara had said about being “at his head”, and the smell of leather and perfume.  This is a common ritual for this woman and I was next.  I had a tremendous sinking feeling.  I knew what was coming and could do nothing to stop it.  If I resisted I would most certainly disappoint my wife who could conceivably leave me if I did not perform.  The thought of that frightened beyond belief.  Just the thought of her leaving me for Jason, or this unknown entity Michael, drove me crazy with jealousy.  I pictured her no longer hiding her sexual encounters with them.  Flaunting them in front of me.  And then not knowing what she was doing and who she may be doing it with led me to one conclusion.  I had to please her.  I would have to happily take this and any other beating so she wouldn’t be disappointed.  I knew I would not only have to accept the beatings, I would have to ask for more to comfort my wife.

I then heard the lock on the door open.

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