LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

The Diva Returns

…As I drove home the image of what I had just witnessed was screaming through my mind. I couldn’t believe that I had just witnessed my wife dressed to capture any man, made up to the nines, and kiss after teasing me all day. My head was spinning and I was under her spell. All I could think was ‘Wow!”.

My trip home took ten minutes although from the way I was feeling, it felt more like an hour. I parked the car in the driveway and staggered to the door. I was drunk with lust after my wife who had turned into a Diva. With my coat hung up I went to try and relax as I watched the television. As I sat there, my mind kept returning to my wife. My erection hadn’t died down in the least.

Eventually, I decided to retire for the night. I knew that I wasn’t going to fall asleep too quickly. As I walked into the bedroom, I noticed a bag on our bed that I hadn’t seen earlier. Taped to the outside of the bag was an envelope with my wife’s writing on the outside. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the envelope and pulled out the card that was inside. The picture on the card was of a male wearing a hood and shackles. He was kneeling with his head bowed and his arms were secured to chains raised above his head. Beyond that, he was naked. Before this male, a woman stood, looking down on him with a whip in her hand. She was dressed in a pair of black knee boots with spiked heels into which a pair of light colored jodhpurs were tucked. She was wearing a bustier and a pair of black gloves that extended well above her elbows. In her right hand, the lady in the picture was holding a bullwhip. It was a very impressive sight.

After staring at the card for several seconds, I opened it and began to read the writing. It was instructions from my wife:

“By now you have found this card and I’m sure your mind has been blown away by my small demonstration of what I can do. Rest assured this is only the beginning of your enslavement. In the bag, you will find two things: an article of clothing, suited to your role and a tied bag. If you wish to continue you will greet me at the door when I arrive home, wearing the article of clothing. You are to obey my desires and hold this bag so I can take it from you. DO NOT OPEN THE BAG THAT IS CLOSED!”

I was hooked and I knew that I would have to obey. I looked in the bag and discovered a jock strap made of black leather. I examined it and as I did, the smell of the leather was captivating. I stripped and tried on the jock strap doing up the metal buckles to ensure a tight fit. It was perfect and very tight. I picked up the remaining bag and examined it. From the scent I could tell that what ever was inside the bag was made from leather.

I decided that it would be wise to get some sleep so I removed my leather jock strap and decided to set my alarm in case I did manage to get some sleep.

Around 2:30 a.m., I awoke with a start. My alarm hadn’t gone off and I knew that my wife had not arrived home yet. I rose and took a very quick shower before slipping back into my new attire. Thirty minutes later, the limo backed into the driveway. I watched as the driver walked around to the rear passenger door and opened it. He stood there for a minute before I saw my wife emerge from the back. She stood and smoothed her leather dress with her gloves still on. She then stood close to the open door of the limo and extended her right hand. I could tell that someone inside the limo was kissing her hand. Her long black leather coat was then handed to her as she draped it over her left arm. I could hear the muffled sound of her cruel laugh as she turned and began to walk to the front door of the house. The driver stood and stared as she walked. When she reached the door I was there waiting to open the door so she could simply step inside. With the door closed, my wife handed her leather coat to me so I could hang it up. She then smiled and told me to model my new “holder” for her so she could inspect the fit.

“It appears to be quite snug, good. I wouldn’t want something to fall out and get hurt.”  With that, I produced the remaining bag and held out for her to take.

She did so and then began to walk up the stairs telling me to follow. When she stood in the light of the kitchen door, I could see something drip onto the toe of her right boot.

My wife realized what I was looking at and told me that I would have the chance to clean it after she talked to me. She then opened the bag and told me to kneel in front of her. I complied eagerly which was followed by her saying, “Bow your head, Slave. Look at my boots and think about making them shine with your tongue. They need to be licked clean!” As I lowered my head a collar was placed around my neck and I could feel her soft leather gloves on my skin as the collar was tightened, placing me under her spell even more.

“I’ve had a very busy night. You should have seen me dancing with all those hungry men, I was so sexy. Too bad you were here, waiting for the chance to kiss me. My lipstick was smeared several times. In fact, I even had fun on my way home in the limo.”

With that, a leash was secured to my collar and my wife told me to walk behind her.

She led me to the bedroom and then she told me to kneel in front of her. As I looked at her gleaming CFM boots, I realized that it was cum that had dripped onto them. I was expected to lick another man’s cum off her boot! She then laughed in her cruel, mocking way as she said, “Yes, my puppy, I had fun tonight. You can tell from the gooey stuff on my boots. Unzip my dress and then you may earn the right to lick me clean after my boots are shined with your tongue. Get to it slave!”

Her booted foot was lifted to my lips as she re-applied her lipstick, keeping her long leather gloves on. Once they were coated in dark red, she produced a cigarette and lit it. Her lips wrapped around it and she took a long, deep pull. As I continued to lick my way across the toe of her boot, she exhaled, blowing the smoke in my face. I was aching and I wanted some relief from my day of waiting but it wasn’t going to happen yet.

Her boots were clean and I was told to start on her glistening pussy. My face found the right spot and before I knew it, I was cleaning someone else’s cum from my wife’s pussy. She began to moan and writhe as her gloved hand grabbed my hair, forcing my tongue deeper. She bucked and screamed as she exploded all over my face. I couldn’t get enough of her and she was riding me for all she could.

“Poor baby, do you need some relief, my puppy? I’ll tell you what, you can kiss my gloved hands and if you want, I’ll let you cum all over my CFM boots. Would you like that?”

All I could do was tremble with lusty excitement as I nodded “yes”. My wife then told said “Get to it then, I want to get some sleep before the next part of your enslavement.”

My straining erection was released from my jock strap and then I was told to get down on my knees. She began to rub her gloved hands all over my face as she pressed her booted feet into my aching groin and started to tell me about who she had that night. I couldn’t hold back much longer and I exploded coating her CFM’s in a thick stream of cum.

She just laughed in her cruel way and she smothered my face with her gloved hands.

We were both exhausted. As we lay down together, my new diva told me to keep the collar on so my training and enslavement could continue in the morning…

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