LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Wife Turned Diva

For many years I have dreamed and fantasized about my wife as a dominatrix. From time to time she has talked about it with me but never has she gone beyond that stage.

Working for a small company, the boss would take his staff out every year for an anniversary celebration and show his appreciation to the staff for their hard work. These nights were referred to as “ladies night out” and it meant buying a new outfit for it every year. Every year I would fantasize about it and I always thought that my thoughts were falling on deaf ears; little did I know that things were about to change.

It was fall again and the time for the “ladies night out” was approaching. As usual, my fantasies were running rampant. My wife said very little to me about them. When the day arrived I had know idea what was in store.

The day began with the two of us sleeping in until close to 9:00 when I got up and put the coffee on. Once it was ready I took a cup of steaming coffee to my wife who had just woken up. I placed the cup on the nightstand beside her as sat up and adjusted herself to be comfortable. As she took the cup she looked at me and asked if I would like to help her get ready for the night’s events. Figuring it was going to be another day of being the go-for, I said sure. My wife just gave me a sly grin and said “Good, I could use some help.” She went on to tell me that before going out for the night she needed to do her hair, nails, make-up and dress. Having done my wife’s hair before, I didn’t really think anything of it.  She told me to go and get everything ready so I could get started on her new hair dew. With that I left the bedroom and collected the streaking cap, smock and my apron. A few minutes later my wife entered the kitchen where I usually do her hair. When I looked at her my jaw dropped. There she stood wearing a pair of high heeled black mules, a pair of skin tight black PVC pants that revealed every curve, and a tight skimpy black t-shirt that had “BITCH” written across the chest. She looked hot and I was instantly aroused.

She took her seat on a stool and I draped the black cape over her to keep her clothes clean. Next came the rubber streaking cap and I went to work on my Queen so she become the diva. While I was doing this and concentrating on her hair, my wife produced a cigarette and held her lighter up so I could light her smoke. Taking a long, deep pull, she turned and blew the smoke in my face, “Make sure you do a good job, Slave.”

As her hair was pulled through the cap, she began to work on shaping her nails so they could be painted.

In little time, the color was applied to her hair and it was time to begin painting her nails with a deep rich red. My excitement continued to grow as the polish was applied to her long, sculpted nails. As I tried to do her nails, her heel found its mark in my groin as she playfully dug her spike heel into me. The grin on her face was wicked, cruel and delicious all at the same time. I was so hard!

After a while her hair was done and it was time for a rinse. As my wife stood over the sink for her rinse, it was all I could do not to drool over her shiny bum. My wife knew it and said “I bet you’d love to kiss my ass right now, wouldn’t you?” All I could do was nod as she simply said “Later.”

With her hair rinsed out it was time to dry it. I stood and watched as my wife blew her hair dry and when it was done she looked leased with her reddish-blond dew. She looked at me and said “You’ve done a nice job, slave. It should look good with my outfit tonight.” I had no idea what that was going to be but my excitement was not getting any less.

After a leisurely bath, it was time for her make up. I was surprised as my wife began to produce new make-up in very dark, dramatic colors. She normally used lighter colors but tonight, she was going out looking like a tigress. With dark smoky eyes, it was time for her lips and they were soon coated in a thick rich, dark red. I wanted to kiss her so badly but I was told that it would not be allowed. She said I would ruin her lipstick and that I would have to wait. I was going crazy with lust and she knew.

I followed to the bedroom and my attention was drawn to a pile on the bed that was hidden by a blanket. My wife stopped as we entered the room and began to rub her sexy, smooth ass against me. She could feel my erection straining against her. With that and the smell of her freshly done hair, I was ready to grab her. I said I wanted to take her right then but she just pulled away and said “You will have to wait, I have to get ready and you agreed to help me. Maybe later you can have what’s left.” With that she reached back and squeezed my aching hard-on. The blanket covering her outfit was pulled back to reveal stockings, under garments and some black leather. I was in awe!

“Help me with my clothes, slave.” With that I was handed a pair of stay-ups and pushed to my knees so she could slip her feet into them as I pulled them up her legs. My wife has always had great legs and this was an experience in itself as the stockings were stretched to encase them. Next came a very sexy, black bra that revealed her cleavage. Once dome with that, I held out her panties so she could step into them but she just grinned as she said they would only get in the way tonight and she decided not to even wear them. I was shocked and the look on my face didn’t hide it.

The next item of her attire floored me! It was a black lamb skin dress that zipped up the back. It had cap sleeves and hung just loose enough to reveal some of her curves. The leather was so soft and it smelt incredible. I was starting to spin when she handed me a pair of black knee boots with four inch stiletto heels and pointed toes. She smiled at me and told me they were her “come-fuck-me boots”.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

If that wasn’t enough, a pair of very long black leather gloves capped her outfit. They were elbow length. The leather was thin and so soft and as her fingers slid into place the leather stretched to create a second skin over her nails. What a sight!

Her hand caressed my face as she asked me if I liked her outfit. I moaned and tried to talk but all I could do was kneel there and shake with excitement. She gave a cruel laugh and told me that I would have to be good and wait until later.

The time to leave came and I had to drive her to meet at a friend’s place to be picked up and taken out in a limo. I went outside and started the car so it could warm up before the drive. Returning t the house I held my wife’s long black leather coat so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. The coat is made of very soft, supple leather and it extends to the top of her ankles. Being 5’6’’, my wife stood very tall in her CFM boots.

As she stood there, smoothing the straining leather over her fingers, she told me that there was a smudge of dirt on her boots. “Get you tongue down there and clean my boot, slave.” I dropped and like a hungry pup, I began cleaning to toe of her boot. The leather tasted so good, I would have done anything to please her! “That will do, you have done an adequate job.” and with that she pulled her foot back. I stood and looked at her. She was stunning and I wanted to kiss her so bad. I asked if I could and she just put her hand on my cheek as she told me “No, you’ll ruin my lipstick. You’ll just have to wait, poor baby.”

I felt so disappointed and hungry at the same time. My wife was hitting all the right nerves and she knew it.

We walked outside to the car and I held the door open for my wife. She slid into her seat and her leather just creaked, what an amazing sound. We left for the ten minute drive and while I drove, my wife opened her purse and took out a cigarette. She held it between her lips and it taking a long, deep drag. In the mean time, I wanted to be that cigarette.

When she finished her cigarette, my wife took out her lipstick and applied a new, thick coating to her lips. I tried hard to concentrate on my driving. 

We arrived at her friends place and I got out, hurrying to open my wife’s car door.

She held out her hand so I could assist her and when she stood my wife took a minute to straighten her coat out. I attempted to kiss her again, hoping that she would let me. Just as our lips were about to touch her gloved hand came up and covered my mouth. “No, you will ruin my lipstick. I told you that you will have to wait!” With that she kissed the air right in front of my face merely inches from me. I was in so much agony that I almost came right there. She began to walk towards the stair to the front door. As she did, my wife called back, telling me not to wait up. As she reached the front door, it was opened and a man I had never met before stood in the door way. He stepped out to greet my wife and when she reached him their arms encircled each other for a lingering hug. Her body pushed into him and the next thing I saw blew me away! My wife ran her gloved hand through his hair and they kissed. It was a deep kiss that was so hard I could almost see her lipstick as it squished from between their mouths. The sight was overwhelming!

After what seemed like forever, they parted and my wife stepped inside the house. The door was closed without another word.

I got back behind the wheel, not believing what I had just seen. I sat there for a minute, trying to get my head around things. Just as I was pulling away, a long, black limo pulled up in front of the house. I stopped as I watched the driver get out and open the back door.

My wife, accompanied by her friends from work and this strange male came out and they climbed into the back of the limo before the door was closed. I drove away to return home, my head spinning form what had happened throughout the day.

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