The Mall
To anyone who reads this story. This story is absolutely true. It took place 7 years ago. My Wife provides an event like this about once a year. We have been married now for 16 years.
Let me set the stage. I am a Leather Glove fetishist. I have been literally addicted to Women’s Leather Gloves ever since I can remember. I grew up in the northeastern United States, which exposed me to my fetish quite often during the winter months. As time went on my fetish expanded to all Women’s Leather Fashion, Boots, Shoes, Skirts, Coats, and Jackets, but the foundation fetish was always Leather Gloves. Since I was a young boy the first thing I looked at when seeing a woman was her hands to see if she was wearing Leather Gloves, then Footwear, then Coats and Jackets. I still judge a Woman’s beauty by what She wears and how She wears it. When I was in high school a very beautiful woman dropped off her daughter while I was standing in the school entrance way. She was wearing Long Leather Gloves and a Fur Coat, I was instantly mesmerized. To make matters worse, while She stood directly in front of me She removed one Glove and exposed a Long Set of Dark Red Fingernails, scratched an itch on her face and pulled the Gloved back on tightening the Glove fingers over the Long Nails. She then extended Her Fingers as if admiring how the Gloves fit over the Nails and then moved on. This had a tremendous effect on me. The Glove and Nail combination is still very important to my fetish. My Wife has known about my fetish since before we were married and supports it. I shared my high school story with Her shortly after our marriage. She asked me if I liked the Long Nails as well as the Gloves to which I responded a resounding “YES”. Since that time has always has Her nails professionally done. They are not super Long but they are normally a tasteful ¾ inch (2 CM) past her fingertips.
At the time we were in our mid 30’s. My Wife is not normally dominant in the relationship, but there are times when she gets in these moods that I really love. They are infrequent so when they come they are a very unexpected surprise.
At the time of this story my Wife and I lived in a very cold part of the United States. It was December and the temperature was in the high 20’s (-2.2C). It was just about 10:00 AM and my Wife proposed we go to a nearby mall to buy a pair of shoes for a wedding we had to attend that evening. This did nothing for me, as this meant velvet mid Heel shoes, but it was a shopping trip with my Wife so I gladly went along. She was wearing ivory pleated stretch pants, a white heavy turtleneck sweater, and short low Heeled black boots.
My Wife said, “let me grab My Coat” and went into the bedroom. I sat on the couch to wait and when she appeared my jar dropped and my stomach turned. She was wearing Her 8 Button Length Black Kid Gloves tucked underneath the sweater and holding her full length Black Leather Coat. The Coat is only for special occasions as it was very expensive. Until this time the Gloves had only been worn in the bedroom. She was also wearing that smile, that smile she only wears when she is in one of those “moods”. I jumped off the couch and moved to her quickly and she stopped me by putting her Glove in my chest and saying “not yet, you’ll have to wait”. My Wife has no problem being very selfish during these moods, denying me not only release, but even physical contact. When She is like this She will be the initiator and I do not cross the line. She allowed me to help Her with Her Coat and we were off to the mall.
I was very quiet as I normally am when very excited. As we drove to the mall my Wife began to torture me by tightening the Gloves over Her Long Nails. When I tried to hold Her Gloved hand She waived her Kid covered index finder at me and said “not yet”. She then said to me “You seem to be in quit a predicament don’t you?” I swallowed and nodded yes and she just smiled that special smile. We then walked into the mall.
We walked through the mall and entered a specialty shoe store. It was empty as it was early in the morning. Instead of going directly to the formal occasion shoes She walked over to the Boots. Knowing my taste, She picked up a tall pair of severe High Heel Black Leather Boots and asked the young sales girl (probably about 21 years old) for Her size. When the girl walked away my Wife turned and smiled that special smile at me. She allowed me to take off Her Coat, and She then sat down in a fitting chair. The girl retuned carrying the large box and set it down in the chair next to my Wife. She asked my Wife if She needed any further assistance at this time and my Wife replied “No”. She then walked away leaving my smiling wife and I alone. My Wife motioned to me to sit in the chair next to the box. I quickly sat down. My Wife was now sitting two chairs away with the box of Boots on the chair between my Wife and I. She opened up the box and the smell of the fresh Leather filled the air and mixed with the smell from the Coat I was respectfully holding. As expected, my stomach was churning and I swallowed hard.
She then reached down, and the Gloves extended out of the sweater as She removed Her right boot exposing her knee high stocking. I didn’t know where to look next so I kept my eye on the Gloves. She picked up the right boot, held the top of the shaft with Her right Glove and slowly unzipped the Long Boot with Her left Glove and removed the cardboard insert. She again extended the Gloves as She slipped the Boot on, put Her foot on the floor and slowly pulled the zipper up with her Left Glove and crossed Her legs. Just then I was brought back to semi consciousness by the sales girl who was now standing in front of my Wife. My Wife’s right Glove was now on Her right knee with about half of the Glove extending from her sweater. The Black Kid Leather was in full contrast with the white sweater and I could distinctly see her Long Nails stretching the Kid Leather. She then brought the left Glove underneath the Spiked High Heel. This Glove also extended nicely from Her sweater as well. She proudly used Her Black Kid Gloves to display the beautiful Boots. The sales girl then said, “Wow, those look great, and they go perfect with your Gloves” My Wife then extended the Gloves forward and over the Boot. Her Long Nails seemed to be trying to rip through the soft Kid Leather Gloves, which were now almost fully exposed. My wife replied, “Yes they do”. She then turned to me and said “Don’t they honey”. All I could do was swallow and nod my head yes. The sales girl then asked my Wife to try on the other Boot and walk around. Since the store was still empty my Wife agreed. At this point everything began to blend together and I was no longer able to record those all-important details in my mind. I vaguely remember my Wife taking off Her left low Heeled Boot and pulling on the High Heeled Boot. I finally got to touch Her Black Kid Gloves when She extended her hand gesturing me to help Her out of the chair. I jumped up and helped her teeter to her Feet. She wobbled for a moment, let go of my hand and began to walk away from me. The High Heels accented Her rear figure. I then heard her say, “how do you think the Boots would look with my Coat on?” The sales girl was now behind the counter and I heard her say, “I think they would look great, put it on!” I then held open the Coat; and my Wife provocatively swaggered over and slipped into the outstretched Coat. She fastened one button and again turned and walked away from me. I felt completely numb. Here was my Wife, standing five feet eight inches tall (1.7 meters) in four inch (10 cm) High Heeled Boots wearing a full length Black Leather Coat and Black Kid Gloves strutting around a shoe store. The sales girl said, “they look fantastic”. My Wife then said to me “what do you think honey, should I have you buy them for Me?” Again, all I could was swallow and nod yes. My Wife then sat in the chair and removed the Boots. My Wife continued to display her Gloves while she removed the Boots. The sales girl then came from behind the counter and repacked the Boots in the box. She carried the box to the counter and my Wife had to prompt me to go pay for them, as I was almost unable to move. I then paid for the Boots and we walked from the store. As we left the store and began to walk down the mall I stopped and said, “wait, what about the shoes for tonight?” My Wife simply smiled her smile and calmly said “Oh I bought them yesterday”.
We left the mall and drove home. My Wife was different in the car on the way back. She nestled next to me in the car and rubbed me through my pants all the way home.
When we finally arrived my Wife and I entered the house. She took the bag containing the box of Boots and went right to the bedroom and closed the door leaving me standing there. The door immediately opened back up and She said, “Why don’t you take off your cloths?” I did so quickly and waited by the door with a full erection. About three minutes passed and the door opened. My Wife was standing in front of me wearing only Her sweater, Boots and yes, her Black Kid Gloves. Knowing not move, She reached out, fully extended Her right Glove and began to squeeze the head of my swollen member over and over again. She then said, “Did you like or little shopping spree?” I swallowed and nodded yes. “Do you like my new Boots?” I could only nod again as Her Glove continued to lightly squeeze me over and over again. “Do you like the way my Glove looks right now honey?” I looked down and could see the Glove extending almost fully from Her sweater, and her Long Nails stretching the Glove. I again nodded yes, but that wasn’t good enough. She softly said, “Answer me”. To which I stammered “yes, oh yes. She said “good”, and began to walk backward pulling me towards the bed. She then smiled that wicked smile and said “here are the rules, you can do me but you can’t cum right now, only I can, you have to wait”. I nodded, but She made me answer again. She then turned and bent over the bed and allowed me to penetrate her from behind. I carefully did so as my wife does not like to be forcefully penetrated. It was difficult and kind of frustrating to me as she was about two inches (5cm) taller than me while wearing the Boots. My Wife could sense this. She giggled and said, “having a hard time honey?” To which I did reply “yes, a little”. I finally made my mount and brought here to an orgasm. Every time I came close to orgasm She would extend Her right Glove back, point Her Kid covered Long Nailed finger at me and say, “don’t cum”. Once She had Her orgasm She told me to pull out which I reluctantly did. Knowing I was frustrated She said to me “don’t worry honey, it’ll be worth your while to wait”.
Next, the wedding, if anyone is interested.
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