LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Deal with the Diva

…Having fallen asleep rather late, exhausted from our play time the night before, I awoke the next morning around 10:30. My sleep had been filled with dreams of what I had experienced only hours ago. I was astounded by the fantasy that had unfolded and from the fact that I had so willingly become the slave of this Diva. My world had been rocked by this woman I had come to love.

As the cobwebs began to clear from my head my hand reached up and found the collar still encircling my neck. As I touched it, a flood of memories came back to me. My arousal returned as well.

I sat up on the side of the bed and thinking that last night was just an attempt to squelch my fantasies, I decided to remove the collar. When my hands found the buckle at the back of my neck, I realized that something was different. Groping with disbelief, I discovered that a pad lock had been secured so the collar could not be removed. I didn’t remember that happening last night and my mind began to race through the events to determine when the lock had been added. I was beginning to panic at the thought of not being able to remove the collar and soon I began to wonder if there really was more to last night than what I had assumed.  “Remain calm, everything will sort itself out when she gets up”, I though to myself. With that, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and prepare something for us to eat.

Roughly an hour later my wife woke from her deep sleep. She entered the kitchen where I was still preparing breakfast and bid me a good morning. As I turned to greet her, my wife stood there looking at my collar and the cuffs that still encircled my wrists.

“Did you enjoy our little role playing session last night?”

“Yes, I did.” was my response. With that my wife just looked at me and said: “We’ll have to do some work on your responses. That can wait ‘till later, right now I need to eat.”

Breakfast was served and we enjoyed some coffee to help wash the food down.

With breakfast out of the way, I asked my wife if she had the key so the collar could be removed from my neck. She looked at me with a stare as if I was in contempt. I didn’t understand why until she began to talk in a very stern voice: “Last night was just the beginning of your new life. I am going to enslave you and you will learn to serve me, please me. I am going to become your owner. You will do my bidding no matter what I decide. Something’s are going to be shocking but you will be rewarded if you comply in the end as long as you do as you are told. Is that clear?”

I was literally blown away by what I had just heard! My wife stood there leering at me: “Well, is it a deal or do we go back to the way it has been with you never mentioning your fantasy again? Answer me now!” All I could stammer was a feeble “Yes Ma’am”.

With that, I was told to get cleaned up and be ready to go when my wife was ready. She told me that we had to go into tow to “acquire some equipment”. The collar was removed from my neck so I could shower and shave. At the insistence of my wife, I shaved my mustache off because she said that it would help to make a better fitting for something. I didn’t quite understand what she was hinting at but that would soon change.

After showering and getting cleaned up I walked into the bedroom to dress. When I entered the room my jaw fell open. My Diva was back. She was sitting on the edge of our bed wearing a pair of black high heel boots that disappeared beneath her black leather pants. A sleeveless turtle neck clung to her body to reveal her curves and encasing her hands was a pair of elbow length black kid skin gloves. They were tight and her nails strained against the leather as if trying to pop through and expose themselves.

She beaconed me to her with her index finger saying “Come here slave”.

Having moved next to my Diva, she told me that it might be necessary to remind me of my place. From beside herself, Diva produced a thin black strip of leather. She took my penis in her gloved hand and began to stroke it gently. The leather of her gloved hand felt so good and I was becoming hard again. Before I was fully erect, she placed the strip of leather around the head of my erection and tightened it so it looked like a leash was holding me at bay. “I want you to get dressed so your cock leash is accessible to me. I may need to keep you in line while we are out.”  I eagerly complied.

In a few minutes we were ready to go. I had followed my Diva’s directions and pulled on the clothes that she thought to be appropriate. I held her black leather coat so she could slip her arms into the sleeves and with that we were on our way. Diva looked awesome decked out entirely in black leather. I was in awe!

We drove into town and I followed the directions given me y my Diva. At her instruction, we arrived at a shop in the downtown core. I recognized the name and smiled as I wondered what my Diva was going to find at a custom leather shop. I parked the car as close as possible and hustled to open her door. Before I could get to it though, she had opened it and was emerging from the car. I took her hand to help her, feeling the leather as it slid into my hand. I wanted to kiss her right there and as I attempted to my wife just exhaled her cigarette smoke in my face telling me to control myself. I was spun!

We went into the leather shop and my wife exchanged greetings with the owner. She explained to the shop owner that we were there to have “something made”. The shop owner smiled and acknowledged seeming to know what my wife was taking about. With that I was guided to a chair and told to sit. My coat was loosened off and my shirt collar was undone by my wife, keeping her gloves on the whole time. I could smell her leather hands and the aroma was mesmerizing. My eyes must have closed at the assault on my senses because before I could open them, my head was encased in what felt and smelt like leather. I could barely hear my wife as she gave instructions to the shop owner, telling her how to shape the hood that was being made for me. I could feel my wife’s hands as she smoothed the leather over my face and head. I could hardly breathe and my head was spinning. I felt a pencil marking where the eyes had to be cut and the hole for my mouth too. After several minutes and struggling to breath, the leather was removed and my wife stood there looking at me. I could tell from the gleam in her eyes that she was excited and I knew there was more to come...