LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Fantasy

Part 13 

The door swung open and in walked a man I had never seen before.  He walked right by without even looking at me.  He was completely naked and a camera hung from a strap around his neck.  He was a younger man, maybe in his mid twenties, and had a very athletic build.  Much like Jason, he possessed a large penis that seemed to be semi hard.  A moment later the door opened again.  This time my wife entered.  She was without her leather coat but still wore the jeans, sweater, and boots.  In addition to she held a white box which I assumed held my ultimate weakness, kid leather gloves.  She also walked by me and handed the young man the box.  He removed the lid and held it open for my wife to remove the contents.  As suspected it held a brand new pair of 8 button length black kid leather gloves.  I watched as she deliberately pulled the left glove on taking extreme care to properly put it on.  She then picked up the right glove at the wrist and turned to me.  She momentarily stood and admired the look of the glove before walking to me.  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the young man put the empty box on a shelf underneath the bondage table.

My wife walked right up to me and began to violently kiss me.  Ramming her tongue down my throat.  At the same time she began to work my hard on with her right hand which was, of course, still ungloved.  It didn’t take long before I was at the brink of orgasm, at which time she casually dropped me.

The door again opened.  It was the older man this time and he respectfully held the door.  The clicking of high heels announced the arrival of the ring mistress.  Her beauty and presence was overpowering.  On addition to the boots she wore earlier she wore the tight black leather jacket and skirt so prominently displayed in the numerous photographs around the room.  She stopped inside the door and selected a handled cane from the rack.  I was of course drawn to her gloves as she ran her kid covered hand to the stiletto type end of the cane and carefully examined it.  The gloves had wrist buttons so I guessed they were at least 16 button length if not longer.  Without even looking up she simply said the word “slave” and he quickly bent over the bondage table.

I found it arousing that he had no name, no identity, and seemed to be considered not only her slave but a receptacle for her depravity.  As slave mounted the table I could see the remnants of a previous beating.  Light red marks were still visible.  To my surprise the restraints were not used to secure him to the table.  He must be very well trained I thought to myself as Mistress Barbara positioned herself behind him.  My wife and I were positioned perfectly to observe the beating.  I was about six feet away and slightly behind and to the right of Mistress Barbara.  She waited while the camera man positioned the movie camera and himself directly across from me.  He pointed the movie camera at slave’s ass and then positioned himself behind her and to my left in order to properly take still photographs.

At that Mistress Barbara reached down and carefully pulled slave’s cock downward so she could easily access it.  She used her pretty gloves to work his cock to complete hardness.  When he was fully hard his cock was pointing downward.  It looked uncomfortable but obviously wasn’t as he was completely erect.  She gave him a few extra strokes with the back of her gloved fingers and then began to prepare for what I knew would be an onslaught.  She took a step back and widened her stance as she began to rotate her hips.  Her motion was very deliberate.  I was sure that a great deal of experimentation had determined how close she should stand and what motion should be used to deliver the perfect blow.

I watched as the cane slowly moved backwards and her voluptuous torso simultaneously rotated on her hips.  Her powerful cleavage flashed by as she turned.  As my minds eye remembered the events they seemed to move in slow motion.  However, while it was happening, they progressed with incredible speed.  After a slight hesitation to allow a still photograph to be taken the cane came forward and her torso turned in one rapid motion.  The resulting sound was a sharp “snap” as the cane impacted the flesh.  It was accompanied by the sound and flash of the camera.

I distinctly remember her body’s position upon impact.  Her weight was on her left leg which stayed straight.  Her hips were perpendicular to slave’s ass and her torso was parallel.  The arm that held the cane was fully extended across her body and downward.  Her left arm thrown back to increase the velocity of the turning motion.  Her right heel was fully elevated as her toes pushed forward causing the leg to slightly bend.  It was a symphony of movement, all of her muscles working perfectly together to deliver pain. 

I was surprised that she immediately did not deliver a second blow.  Instead she paused momentarily and watched as the skin on his ass began to instantly bruise and swell.  She stepped forward and ran her long kid covered nail across the rising welt.  The camera flashes were almost constant now as I could just feel the intensity and excitement generating.  Mistress Barbara then repositioned herself to again inflict pain.  This time her motion started without hesitation and did not stop after one blow.  They now came in deliberate succession, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and finally ten.  Only then did she stop to admire her work.  Slave’s face was drawn and pale.  Her glove danced along the welts, grabbing and pinching his ass causing additional misery.  She then reached down and worked his cock with the back of her fingers again, adding pleasure to the pain.  I was momentarily stunned when she began to repeatedly “flick” the head of his cock with her middle finger.  He had no choice but to groan.

What happened next was almost too much.  She reached over and began to jack the camera man!  He swelled immediately and took pictures of himself being worked by the shinny glove.  My wife whispered to me “he’s her boyfriend”.  After a short while she turned back to the table and simply said “More slave?”  Slave reluctantly replied “Yes, please Mistress”, which appropriately resulted in ten more deliberate blows.  She once again began to grab and pinch at the welts which were now even more prominent. 

She once again positioned herself to strike.  She then asked “ready slave”?  When he replied yes the blows came at an unbelievable pace, so quickly they could not be counted.  Her hips and torso rotated in a machine like manner reigning blows down upon him until she tired.  Slave’s ass was now severely bruised.  Dark blue stripes where forming underneath the bright red skin.  Suddenly she stepped back and began to hit him again, with even greater ferocity than the last time.  The crop was singing and slave was crying out in pain.  I looked at his face and could see tears falling to the table.  Again she did not stop until she tired.  Mistress Barbara took deep breaths as slave whimpered from the beating.  Mistress Barbara then helped slave to stand.  She actually had to hold him up at one point as he made his way to the right side of the table.

The camera man followed and rotated the video camera to where they were now standing.  Mistress Barbara directed him right in front of the high intensity lights and began to examine his ass.  She gently pushed him forward causing him to bend slightly.  “Oh no!  It looks as though I’ve missed a spot.  Would you like me to fix it here slave?”  With a very frightened look on his face he could only respond “Yes Mistress”.  With that the blows once again reigned down on his ass.  She was now hitting him so hard she knocked him over.  He fell forward against the table and slid down to the floor where he landed on his stomach.  At first it looked as if Mistress Barbara was out of control, but then I noticed the deliberate movements designed to maximize her effort.  It was unbelievable, she was now standing directly over him raising the cane over her head and bringing it crashing down upon him.