LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

Wife in Leather Gloves

I look with real joy now whenever I take a look in my wife’s glove drawer.    It wasn’t so long ago that she only owned one pair of 4 button silk lined black leather gloves, purchased from Harrods.   Now the drawer was filled with all sorts of leather gloves.   When I had originally summoned the courage to tell my girlfriend, as she was at the time, about my love of leather gloves, she had taken it in such a “so what” type manner.   “Well then you better buy me a pair ” was her simple answer.    She genuinely loved the gloves, just as most women would love a quality accessory.   And she had worn them right through the winter.    But then the warmer weather had come and the gloves disappeared.    It had taken more courage, ridiculous I know, to broach the subject again as my girlfriend had obviously not quite realised the affect leather gloves had on me.   “Darling, you buy the gloves, I’ll wear them” were her answer.    On hearing that, I went into a spending frenzy.    First a pair of 6 button unlined black leather gloves with traditional stitching on the back of the hand.    At first I still wasn’t sure about how she would react to the longer glove.    Her answer “they’re wonderful darling.”   And without soliciting a response – “I love the fact that they are longer.   They’ll keep my arms nice and warm”.    Things were about to get expensive.    “Next came an identical pair of gloves, but this time tan coloured”.   She loved them, but for a reason that took me aback.   “They’re lovely darling.    I just need the right outfit to go with them.”    And before I knew it, I was funding a search and buy mission for tan coloured leather boots, coats and bags.    Next came a pair of classic 12 button black leather gloves.    I have to be honest, I had these down as accessories for the bedroom.    I’d ordered these from Alwyn Gloves and had them delivered by post directly to her.   I had been with her when she had opened the package.    “Gosh they are lovely.    They really will keep my arms nice and warm this winter”.   Blimey.    She was going to wear them as natural accessories.   Instant arousal.    It looked like I had to get something even longer for the bedroom.    And I did.    Beautiful 16 button black kidskin leather gloves.    Of course it was only fitting that I filled the gap in the black range and a pair of 8 button black leather gloves quickly followed.

An then, like many leather gloves lovers I suspect, there I was browsing eBay, when a pair of brand new kidskin chocolate brown leather gloves in her size came to my attention.   Well I had to bid and make sure I won.    And then much to my amazement when I handed over the beautiful gloves, her initial reaction were, “they’re a bit short aren’t they”.   I can’t imagine this being the genuine reaction of most ladies when receiving a pair of 4 button leather gloves.    So a pair of 8 button brown leather gloves quickly followed.   This would prove very expensive as each pair needed different outfits.   A jacket, coat, skirt, trousers, 2 pairs of boots and 2 handbags all in brown leather quickly followed.   I was in heaven.   My soon to be wife’s wardrobe was becoming a leather heaven.   When I first met my girlfriend, she had been wearing black leather trousers, something that had obviously caught my eye.   I was excited to see that she also owned two black leather jackets and a leather coat.    Of course, a black leather skirt was purchased after she had realised my leather fetish.   I have to admit to stealing quite a few glances in her wardrobe.   Just the smell gets me going.    Now, first and foremost my strongest fetish is for leather gloves, but any kind of leather has a strong effect on me.    Come on, what’s wrong with being attracted to a good looking lady with a nice pair of legs wearing a sexy pair of high heeled black leather boots, even if she is gloveless.

So far so good.   My girlfriend obviously loved me and had absolutely no problem with my fetish.    Far from it, she genuinely liked the leather gloves and wore them at every opportunity.

However, there was something else.    Something not so easy to broach.    And yet we were approaching the no turning back point.    So it was time to own up to my other secret.    My love of Femdom.    Now this needed to be handled pretty sensitively and I was absolutely terrified about the reaction I might get.   Many times I had pulled back just at the point of blurting out something.    And then one evening, it had come out.    The reasons for it (which I won’t bother to go into now as I’m sure anybody with a similar bent will have similar reasons), the power it had over me, the reason for it causing the breakdown of my marriage.   It really had done, which had made it even harder to discuss.   And her reaction.    Well I had told her it was going to be something really weird.    “Blimey is that all”.   Ok, so I had obviously held back on some of the more extreme things that went through my head, which in reality are fantasies anyway.   I may think I would like to be strung up by a vicious, powerful, beautiful lady clad in figure hugging leather and whipped to within an inch of my life, but the reality!!!!    And then came the remark – “well I better put one of my pairs of gloves on and give you a spanking”.    I hadn’t even brought the two subjects together.    She had done that.    And before I knew what was happening, I was receiving a spanking from the woman I loved and not only that, she was wearing a lovely pair of black leather gloves.

Now speaking from bitter experience, here’s a tip for anybody else out there who wants to go down a similar route.    After many years of just dreaming about these things it’s very easy to get carried away and start dictating exactly what you have in mind.    But for this to work, its essential for your partner to go at their own speed, not yours.   Lets face it, its highly unlikely that you are going to get to the scenario you long for first time out.   You need to be patient.    I fully realised that my partner was not exactly experienced in putting a grown man over her knee for a damn good hiding.   So when we discussed the scenario afterwards, I made a point of complementing her on how fantastically she had done, when that was far from the truth, but over the next few months – things changed.    My partner teased me a lot.   And I found myself getting lots of slaps on my backside – increasingly harder.   And comments like “I think I might really take to spanking your backside” and “I’m a bit worried that I might really take it out on your backside one of these days” started to build excitement and anticipation and all the time there was a subtle education process going on.   It would be several weeks before I was spanked again, but things were moving in the right direction.    It had become obvious to my partner that she needed an implement and that there had to be some role play from both of us.    And then just when I thought that things would never progress, I returned home from work one day, when my partner informed me that I had pissed her off and that she was going to punish me.    And there she was playing the role perfectly.    Dressed perfectly for the occasion.    A black leather skirt was complemented by a black short sleeved sweater and she was wearing a pair of black leather heeled pumps.   And there on the coffee table rested her 8 button black leather gloves, along with a wooden spoon and a spatula.   Now I have to admit that these weren’t the implements that I had fantasised about, but they were her ideas and I loved her for it.    I was totally speechless, but obviously highly aroused.

“Now you have been a very bad lad and I am going to give you a severe spanking.    Now take your clothes off.    I had found it harder than her to move into role play and was almost lost for words.    “Come on be quick about it”.    A silly smile appeared on my face.    No doubt of happiness, but not exactly appropriate in the circumstances.    “I’ll soon wipe that stupid smile off your face”.    She was brilliant.    No doubt she could easily have broken down in giggles at this point, but the look on her face remained stern and calm.

“Now fetch a dining room chair and put it in the middle of the room” she commanded once I was naked.   I felt really nervous at this point.    Don’t let her down I had thought.    She was being absolutely fantastic.    I managed to bring a chair into the room and tried to keep a naughty boy look on my face.    My partner had picked up her gloves and implements and sat down in the chair.    “Now stand in front of me” she had commanded as she had proceeded to put on her gloves.    “Now what shall I use first” she had said looking me in the eye.    “Come on what is it to be.   Quickly now”.    “The spoon” I had managed to reply.    “The spoon it is then.    Now over my lap.”

And then the spanking had started.    Now again, it wasn’t exactly what I had had in mind, but boy you had to admire my partner.    While my first spanking had been a mild slapping, as an accessory to love making, this was something else completely.    My partner had managed to move in a completely different direction.    This was a proper spanking.    No warm up.    No sexual teasing.    Just a continuous rein of very painful blows from a very nasty implement.    Suddenly, I didn’t need to role play.    I really was the naughty boy having his backside well and truly punished.   “Please that really hurts” I bellowed.    “Don’t be such a wimp” she said with no sympathy.    “You’re getting only what you deserve”.    It had been so painful that it was all my partner could do to keep me on her lap as I thrashed about.   In fact in the end she couldn’t and I had managed to wriggle free.   “She had looked at me in a strange way.   She was obviously confused.    After all I had said and the effort she had put in, I was almost humiliating her.    “What’s wrong darling.   Am I doing something wrong."

"No you are absolutely wonderful and I love you more than ever.   Its just too painful".

Like I said, you have to go slowly in these situations.   My girlfriend had gone from playful spanking to an outright beating in one simple step.   It took several months to reach the right scenario and now with variants added, it has added so much to our sex life.    Of course, following any session I am up to do anything to please my wife.

Looking back now, the amazing thing is that my wife (of course I married her) actually gets a real kick out of wearing leather and tormenting me in various ways.    She spanks me, not often.   Maybe once every couple of months.   But boy has she got it down to a fine art now.    The kitchen implements have been replaced by more traditional implements, a traditional heavy wooden hairbrush and a wooden paddle that she brought off the Internet.   And boy she put that paddle to use almost immediately.    Now of course there is no escape from her lap.   First, she always ties my hands tightly behind my back and when I say tightly, I mean tightly.   The first time she had done it I managed to free myself -  it was to be the first and last time.   She used a rope that she had been given by a sailing friend of hers to practise knots.   She has become very good at them.    Second, she made me buy her a rectangular padded stool that while extremely comfortable for her was at just the right height for her legs to slope down ever so slightly from her knees (with high heels on of course).   This allows gravity to keep me in place while allowing a part of my upper body to rest on the stool.   And then when she feels the need, she can wrap her right leg over my legs keeping them securely in place.   When she does this I am genuinely helpless, which I suppose is really what my need for Femdom is all about - the need to be totally helpless before a woman.   The actual spankings are more sexy with leather gloved fingers exploring my body.    Nevertheless, my wife always makes sure that my backside is well and truly tanned.   She always hurts me just as much as she did that first time, but now there is no escape from the leather gloved woman I adore.