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LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES |
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My Fantasy
Part Nine I grabbed my clothes and went to my room. I completely lost track of time. My head was spinning with visions of what I had just seen and what could be about to happen. I heard the heels of my wife’s boots on the tile floor and the door open and close. Jason is gone, I thought to myself. Sure enough the door opened and my wife drunkenly sashayed into my room. Her coat was gone but she still was wearing the rest of her gorgeous fetish outfit. She was so happy with herself she was actually dancing in my room, all the while still snapping the gum. She then said, “Why don’t you come to my room for a while.” I sprung to my feet dropping the clothes and knocking things off my small night stand which made her laugh. I walked behind her watching her incredible ass. Her walk was still very exaggerated as she continued to walk and dance at the same time. She was deliberately placing one boot in front of the other causing my stomach to churn with excitement. When she got to the bedroom she laid on the edge of the bed not leaving any room for me. My hopes seemed to be dashed thinking she was going to just have me take off her clothes. But on the bright side, I’d probably get a glove job as a reward. I was again completely taken off guard by the ensuing conversation. Ms. Jamie: “I’m very, very please with your positive attitude, your submissiveness, and your performance tonight gloveboy.” Me: “Thank you for these opportunities to be involved M. Jamie, I really am enjoying myself.” Ms. Jamie: “Your very welcome gloveboy. Now for your reward. You may now rub your cock on any part of my outfit that you like for as long as you want. But you have to wait until the end for my gloves. When you ask for them they’ll rub you until you finish and that will end tonight’s festivities. Do you understand gloveboy?” Me: “Yes, I understand Ms. Jamie. May I rub on your boots first?” Ms. Jamie: Yes you may.” She extended her right boot so it hung off the edge of the bed. I cautiously extended my hard on and placed it on the boot. I was actually frightened to rub as I did not want to anger my wife, but I couldn’t help it. Unconsciously I moved my hips back and forth rubbing on the outside shaft of the boot. It was wonderful. The soft black leather was cool to the touch and my cock glided across it. It didn’t take very many strokes before I had to pull away. This was way to exciting to exhibit any staying power. As I paused to gain my composure she turned the boot over and said, “rub on this side now gloveboy”. I looked down at the diabolical zipper incased at the gathered leather of her ankle. I gingerly began rubbing again and sure enough my foreskin grabbed as it slid across the zipper. It caused some discomfort but I liked it. I actually didn’t even last as long as when I rubbed on the smooth side. As I pulled away my wife giggled and asked, “You like that pain don’t you gloveboy”? To which I quickly nodded yes. “May I rub on your skirt now Ms. Jamie”? With that she rolled on her side and patted the top portion of her hip. This allowed enough space for me to kneel on the bed. I became very excited as my cock approached her hip. She was watching and smiling as I cautiously approached. “Go ahead, it’s OK” she said encouragingly. The skirt was very fine leather and was even softer that her pretty boots. I moved much slower this time which enabled me to last a little longer. As I rubbed my wife casually looked away as if not interested which caused even grater humiliation and excitement. The onslaught of humiliations continued to only get worse. As I rubbed she actually reached around to the nightstand and picked up the TV remote control! She turned the TV on and began to change channels presumably trying to find something interesting to watch. I slowly rubbed on her hip as her ringed thumb pressed the channel changer. With that I had to pull away. She looked back at me and simply stated, “Rub as much as you want gloveboy, just tell me when you’re done”. I couldn’t rub for much longer as the combination of the soft skirt, gloves and humiliation was overwhelming. I rested while contemplating asking to be finished when she found her mark again. “Do you want to make love to me gloveboy”? I was stunned. We hadn’t made love since she began seeing Jason. I readily nodded yes and recklessly tried to maneuver between her legs. This was going to be great! And then WAP! The words hit me like a truck. “You’ll need to wear a rubber gloveboy” She watched the reaction on my face, coldly calculating her next move. She had been on the pill since we married. “Why do I have to wear a rubber Ms. Jamie” I pleaded. She lovingly reached out and touched my face with her gloves and said, “gloveboy, relax, this is all part of our new lifestyle. My role is to humiliate you. Isn’t this the most wonderful humiliation you can think of? Look at your cock; you’ve never been harder than this exact moment in time. You might not realize now but this is exactly what you want”. I took some deep breaths and realized she was of course, right. I gained my composure as she pointed at the night stand drawer. I got up and retrieved the prophylactic. It was weird and a little uncomfortable as I had never worn one before. As I pulled it on I wondered why there was only one in the drawer. Of course, it’s all part of my wife’s plan. Jason certainly didn’t wear any protection. It was for me and me only, and since there was only one I was sure this opportunity was not about to come about again. I climbed up on the bed and watched as my wife slid her skirt up around her waist. She pulled her legs up as I got between them. As I mounted her I noticed how loose she was. Prior to Jason she was soft but tight. Now however, after numerous sexual encounters with a much larger man, she was stretched out adding to my frustration. As I began to pump I looked up at my wife who was now gazing at the TV. From the corner of her eye she saw me looking at her and said, “oh, sorry gloveboy, are you in yet?” “Yes” I said frantically. “Ok, Ok, sorry”, she said half laughing as she turned off the TV. “Ok, I’m with you now, go ahead” she said. I began a steady rhythm pumping as deep as I could. My wife was now paying attention but showed no signs of pleasure from my efforts. This combined with the weird feeling of the rubber caused me to begin to shrivel. I pulled out humiliated at my effort. Not surprised by this she said, “Dry off gloveboy and I’ll tease you with these new gloves while we talk”. Oh no, I thought, more teasing. What is she up to now? What will I say or agree to next? I was crushed. As I wiped off my wife stood up and straightened out her skirt. She repositioned herself on the bed and told me to lie down at her left side. As I did she immediately went to work. Her gloves gently worked and teased my cock and balls as she began to question me. Ms. Jamie: “gloveboy, you used the words sexual dominant before, what did you mean by that?” Me: “I don’t know, I’m sorry, I guess it just came out. I guess that’s how I see you now, as a sexually dominant wife. Is that wrong?” Ms. Jamie: “No no, its fine, I like that you think of me that way. Is there anything you’d like to ask me about what’s happened today? There must be something?” Me: I mustered all the courage I could and said, “Yes there is Ms. Jamie. Do you have any other boyfriends besides Jason?” Ms. Jamie: “No, but what If I did” sounding slightly perturbed. Me: “I’m sorry Ms. Jamie; I just wanted to know I just thought” Ms. Jamie: “Just thought what gloveboy?” she said in a very annoyed voice. Me: “Well, Mistress Linda told me there may have been another.” Ms. Jamie: “Oh, I see now, well if you must know I’m considering it” she said as she teased. Me: “Oh”, I said quietly. “Is it anyone I
know?” I was now in a lustful haze. I was tired, worn down, and completely under the spell of my wife’s gloves. I knew this whole session had been planned out to the minutest detail, but I was powerless to stop it. I knew I was being led down a path of self degradation but felt I needed to go there. The excitement was incredible. The events of the day caused by far the most sexual exhilaration I had ever felt. The gloveboy thing was perfect. I now realized that this is how I actually saw myself, a slave to my wife and her beautiful glove collection. I also knew that I could be the best glove slave ever. She could now satisfy her sure to be immense sexual desires while I could serve the gloved sexual dominant of my dreams. I was then pulled back to my cruel reality as my wife’s voice brought me back. Ms. Jamie: “Gloveboy, are you alright?” Me: “Yes Ms. Jamie, I’m just so excited I guess I tailed off a little. Why is Mistress Linda ending their relationship?” I said trying to keep up. Ms. Jamie: “Well, he is very skittish and even a little needy at times. That’s a big turn off for her, but she thought I might be interested.” She really exaggerated the “would be interested” part. Since she had said it twice I thought I should ask why. She momentarily stopped talking and really worked my cock. Me: “Why would you be interested Ms. Jamie?” I said gasping for air as I approached orgasm. Ms. Jamie: “Because he has a huge cock.” She said matter of factly. Me: I was momentarily stunned but managed to stammer, “Bigger than Jason?” Ms. Jamie: “Yes, much bigger as a matter of fact. I told Mistress Linda that I really wanted to try a huge cock so this may just work out. She said he would be better with me because I have more patience with my boyfriends than she does. He was very intimidated by her, as you know she is much more of a Dominatrix than I am. That’s why I liked the words sexual dominant so much. Anyways, she thought he would perform much better for me. How does this make you feel gloveboy?” Me: “Scared, but excited. Scared of you falling in love with another man.” Ms. Jamie: “Oh gloveboy, you really don’t have anything like that to worry about. When I cheat on you it’s just a physical thing. Even though I’ve had a long standing relationship with Jason we only meet for sex. I’m not interested in a love affair; it’s only for the sex. I only love you and your little fetish.” I was now as close as you could get to coming without ejaculating. My wife paused so I wouldn’t come. Her questioning was relentless. It seemed as though my torment pleased her. Ms. Jamie: “You really like when I humiliate you, don’t you gloveboy?” Me: “Yes Ms. Jamie….awww….oh my….” I said gasping. Ms. Jamie: “Ok, I guess we are going to have to pick this up later. I think you need to be brought off don’t you gloveboy.” Me: “Yes…pleeeease Ms. Jamie!” My wife then abruptly stood. She opened the bottom night stand drawer and removed a pair of dark black sunglasses and put them on. She then pointed at the edge of the bed directing me to slide to the edge of the bed. While I slid over she adjusted her skirt and blouse and then tightened her gloves. She then reached out and began to rub my cock just as she had done with Jason, but somehow it was different. She was very business like, very distant. I couldn’t see her eyes so I was completely off balance. I suddenly realized what was happening. She was making my gratification as impersonal as possible. I looked down and saw the shiny black leather glove gliding over my cock in a steady rhythmic motion. The combination of the soft glove and her deliberate humiliation was all I could stand. My legs tensed as my hips thrust upwards. Knowing my climax was about to take place my wife applied slightly more pressure and increased her glove speed. The come spilled onto my stomach. Even I was amazed at how heavy and thick it was. I found myself almost whimpering during my ejaculation as opposed to Jason’s guttural pleasure moans. This obviously pleased my wife as she finally smiled. Her glove continued its dance until I was completely spent. It was by far, the most perfect ejaculation I had ever experienced and my wife knew it. My wife then straightened and placed her gloves on her hips. She was both a beautiful and menacing site to behold. Obviously my humiliations would not end there as my wife said, “Cleanup and get dressed, Michael will be calling soon”.
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