LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Fantasy

Part Six

I was so embarrassed my face felt like it was beat red.  My heart was pounding and I stammered out a “yes” to her question.  As I did so I heard my wife’s voice through the phone say “Why don’t you ask the nice lady to sit down?”  The phone went dead as my wife hung up.

“Please, sit down”.  I quickly moved around her and pulled out the chair next to me.  She sat down as I pushed in the chair.  As I sat down she said, “First things first, you will address me as Mistress Linda, and if after our conversation I believe you are significant enough I will give you a name.  Is that clear?”  I replied, “Yes Mistress Linda.”  From the corner of my eye I could see a middle aged man handing menus to my wife and Jason.

“Look at me” she said.  “Take a good long look”.  I did as instructed and starred at her.  Her hair was fairly short, tight to her head, and very well styled.  It was dark brown with some lighter highlights.  I could tell she was older than me, maybe late forties, but she had striking good looks.  Like my wife, she was made up to look very severe.  Her eyes were a dark brown and the lashes were long and thick.  Her lips were covered in glossy red lipstick.  She wore a black V-Neck sweater.  I now noticed her very large breasts resting on her crossed arms.  My eyes reluctantly left her breasts and moved to her hands.  She had gorgeous hands with long blood red fingernails.  She was wearing a thumb and index finger ring on each hand as well as a very large wedding ring with a huge diamond.  As I brought my eyes back to hers she said, “Don’t forget the rest of me” and she pushed her chair back.  As I looked down I could only think of what a great shape she had.  She wasn’t athletic, she was voluptuous.  She was wearing a tight black skirt that was made of thin silky material.  I was very relieved that it wasn’t leather as I was having enough problems concentrating as it was.  She provocatively crossed her legs and I noticed black stockings and black leather high heeled pumps.  The heel was high but not spiked so they probably were fairly comfortable to walk around in for high heels.

As our eyes met again she said, “Your wife looks like she is enjoying herself doesn’t she?”  I looked over to the booth and Jason was leaning back as my wife’s glove rubbed his cock through his pants.  I watched in stunned silence as she looked back and smiled at me while she continued rubbing.  The shinny kid leather gleamed as her arm moved in a rhythmic motion.  “Don’t worry, no one can see them”.  “What if the waiter comes back?”  “It’s OK the waiter is my husband, and my slave.  He knows what’s going on there”, she said.

Our conversation continued:

Mistress: “So, you like gloves do you?”

Me:  “Yes Mistress Linda”.

Mistress: “What kind of gloves do you like?”

Me: “Leather, I mean kid leather gloves.”

Mistress: “Is length important to you?”

Me: “Yes, I like the longer gloves; they seem to excite me more”.

Mistress: “I see.  I happen to own many pairs of long kid leather gloves and I know exactly how to use them.”

She then stood up and moved her chair right next to mine.  Her perfume was intoxicating.  My heart was pounding and I was now breathing heavy.

My distress must have been obvious to Mistress Linda and she seized the moment.  “You know, I think you are significant enough to have a name.  From now on I’ll refer to you as gloveboy”.

Earlier in the day when I had first seen my wife’s long gloves I thought that there was no way I could be any more excited.  Now it appears that I could.  I was so excited that I felt sick to my stomach. 

Mistress: “Are you all right gloveboy?”

Me: “I think so, I feel a little hot, and I think I’m just very excited.”

Mistress: “Let’s take a walk to get some air then.”

Me: “I’d like that Mistress, may I ask my wife if she will allow that”.

Mistress: “I’ll speak to her, wait here.”

Mistress Linda turned and engaged my wife in conversation.  I saw my wife nod yes as she began to dial her phone.  With that my phone rang and I answered.

Me: “Hello?”

Wife: “Hi honey, do you like your new name? I think it’s adorable, don’t you?”

Me: “Ms. Jamie please, may I speak with you in private?”

Wife: “What’s the matter, you sound like you’re in a panic”. Laugh out loud.

Me: “Please Ms. Jamie, I don’t know what to do, may I please speak with you?”

Wife: “No, I’m busy, and you’re going to take a walk with Mistress Linda.  Since I will not be there you will obey Mistress Linda’s every command, is that understood?”

Me: “Yes Ms. Jamie, I understand.”

Wife: “Have a good time gloveboy.” She laughed as she hung up.

I looked up to see Mistress Linda motioning to her slave/husband as she returned to my side.  I didn’t know what to do so I just looked down at Mistress Linda’s shoes.  When her slave/husband arrived she told him to bring her coat and handbag as her and I would be taking a walk.  While we waited, I did manage to look over to my wife who was obviously enjoying herself.  She was talking and gesturing with her beautiful gloves.  She seemed totally unconcerned with my predicament. 

When the coat and handbag arrived I was again tormented.  I watched as she maneuvered into a full length black fur coat.  As she fastened the front, she was presented with her handbag.  It was a fairly large clutch type bag made of the finest leather.  “All right gloveboy, let’s go.”

We walked out onto the wooden walkway but turned the opposite way of the parking lot.  This part of the walkway led behind the building towards the service entrance.  When we reached the end of the walkway there was a bench with a small light over it.  This was very secluded and hidden from both the back door and the service entrance.  When we reached the end Mistress Linda sat down and placed her fine leather handbag on her lap.

She crossed her legs, looked up at me and said “take out your cock gloveboy”.  I was clearly shocked and did not immediately respond.  “Do it now” she snapped.  I quickly pulled down my zipper and pulled my semi hard cock out into the cold night air.  “That’s better, you may become hard if you need to at anytime” she said.  I thanked her, not understanding but soon learned why.  She then smiled a wicked smile and calmly said “my hands are cold, I’d better put on some gloves.  Watch closely” and laughed.  She then slowly opened her handbag and revealed a long pair of black leather gloves which were folded in half.  She explained in a very calm voice that the gloves were kid leather and 10 button length.  She went on that she used to wear 8 button length but they looked to short for her taste because of her long fingernails, so she switched to 10.  I watched intently as she placed the handbag on the bench, unfolded the gloves, and laid them flat on her crossed upper thighs.  She then picked up the top glove and held the ends determining which hand it would envelop.  When she determined it was the left glove she slowly pulled it on.  At first the long glove laid limp as she held the bottom of the shaft’s opening with her right index finger and thumb.  The empty fingers of the glove rose as she ever so deliberately pushed her hand along the inside and top of the glove.  When her hand reached the end of the shaft she seized the gathered leather at the wrist and continued pushing until the fingernails stretched the glove tight.  She repeated the process and slipped on her right glove the same way.  I was now completely hard.

She then picked up the handbag and removed a white cloth.  She told me to move closer and carefully placed the cloth over my cock.  “Your wife does not want long gloves to touch you.  Pity, their very soft”.  She then reached out and began to tease me through the cloth.  The gloves looked spectacular from my vantage point and I was almost to the point of coming immediately.  Mistress Linda was an expert and just as capable as my wife if not more.  “Don’t worry gloveboy, I won’t let you come”.  As my excitement grew she began to talk and question me.

Mistress:  “How do you feel about your wife treating you this way gloveboy”?

Me:  I’m not sure; I’m very confused as to where she is taking this.

Mistress:  “In order for her to fulfill herself you must be willing to completely submit to her, can you do that?”

Me:  “I don’t understand, submit to what”?

Mistress:  “To whatever she wants of course.  Fetish clothing, other men, whimsical behavior, anything should go.”

Me:  “Other men!  You mean she has other guys she sees?

Mistress:  “Gloveboy, of course she’s seen other men besides Jason.  I believe there is at least one other.  You mustn’t think of this as uncommon or bad, I have many relationships.  Some are slaves and some are lovers.  You need to encourage her.  It will help her to relax and be comfortable as well as make her encounters with you more passionate and intense.  My husband encourages my infidelity and believe me he is rewarded.  If you can submit to this completely your relationship will be stronger and more fulfilling”.

I was crushed, it was bad enough she was having sex with Jason, but someone else as well.  As she continued to tease me tears fell from eyes.  This seemed to please Mistress Linda very much as worked me even more vigorously.

Mistress:  “When you return home you and your wife will have this same conversation.  The difference is that you will then have to choose whether you will submit to her or not”.

Me:  “What will happen if I say no”?

Mistress:  “I don’t know.  I think she will be very disappointed in you.  I don’t think she will give up her relationships.  She may understand and just continue to have “private” liaisons.  She may even leave you and find someone who will submit.  The choice is yours.”

Me:  “Leave me! No I couldn’t stand that!

Mistress:  “Then choose wisely.  Put that thing back.”

She removed the cloth and dropped it on the ground.  She stood up while I zipped up my pants.  We walked towards the back door of the restaurant.  My wife and Jason were waiting inside the door.  My wife was comfortably wrapped in her black leather coat and waiting to depart.

We stopped outside the door and Mistress Linda said, “Goodbye gloveboy, and remember, choose wisely as a woman like her only comes around once in a lifetime”.  With that she entered the door leaving me outside.  Jason then walked out the door towards the parking lot leaving my wife behind.  I opened the door and my wife stepped out.  She said, “I know this has been difficult for you honey but you sure look excited.  We’ll discuss this more when we get home. 

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