LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

The Club Part Four

Meanwhile, four Saint Andrew's crosses suspended by heavy metal cables were being lowered from up near the ceiling onto the stage below.  Because the cables were attached to the ends of the cross beams, it was obvious that any male strapped to one of the crosses would look like a spread-eagled puppet suspended on strings.  Less obvious was the fact that the lengths of the cables for each cross could be adjusted by a remote hand control so that each cross could be tilted from the regular upright position to any desired angle.  The cross beams were padded on the side of the cross to which a male would be strapped.  The straps that went over a male's wrists and ankles were also padded so that the crosses, themselves, would not inflict pain or discomfort.  Butler males were adjusting the stage lighting, video cameras and directional mikes.  The stage lighting was calculated to highlight the sheen of leather.   

Suzy said, "It's time."  She removed Bobby's dog collar and chain.  "These will only get in the way," said Suzy.  She coiled her whip around Bobby's neck to lead him across the lounge.  Bobby's knees felt weak as Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer led him up to the stage and over to one of the crosses.  They were the first team onstage.  The crosses were arranged in a broad arc facing the audience.  Suzy selected the cross that was farthest left.  She reasoned that, because people read from left to right, the audience would direct its attention to the cross on the left side of the stage first.  Suzy used the hand control to tilt the cross so that it was nearly horizontal.  That way they were able to strap Bobby to the cross while he was lying in a supine position.  Then Suzy used the hand control to tilt the cross back to an upright position.  Bobby was suspended completely naked on the cross with his feet about four inches off the stage floor.  His heart was pounding as he looked out at the audience.  His boner had all but disappeared.  He watched anxiously as the other three teams approached the stage and strapped their males to the remaining crosses.

The next team up consisted of Marlene and her male.  Her male's right eye was swollen completely shut and his bloodied, smashed nose was hidden under a mound of bandages.  Marlene strapped him to the cross that was just right of center stage.  She had changed from her new red kids back into the shoulder-length black kidskin gloves that she had worn during the boxing match.  Her tightly gloved fingers, stained with dried blood, gripped a bullwhip.  After strapping her male to the cross, she walked over to say 'hi' to Suzy and her team and to wish them well. 

"That was a terrific boxing match," said Cindy.  "But your male came a little in the ring.  Do you think he still has enough left for the contest?"

Marlene laughed and said, "I wanted him to save himself for the milking contest, but he spurted a little anyway in the ring.  I know that he's probably too spent for me to have a real chance at the prize, so I'm not even going to bother working his shaft.  I'm just going to whip him until he cums.  Sometimes, he shoots a pretty good load that way.  Good luck to your team, though.  You know the old saying: Wear out a glove!"  But when Marlene returned to her male, she did knead his penis a little with her leather-gloved fingers just to get it primed before the contest got underway.

The third team to take the stage was comprised of two very young Japanese women who were leading a very distraught-looking male.  One of the Japanese women was wearing skintight elbow-length black leather gloves that were bunched up slightly at her wrists while the other woman had on a pair of very short, tight brown kids.  In contrast to all the other women onstage - who were naked except for their boots and gloves - the Japanese women were wearing traditional kimonos that made their leather-gloved hands appear all the more striking.  The woman wearing the short brown leather gloves held a bamboo cane, which she tapped against her gloved palm. 

"I don't think those two will be a problem," said Suzy.  "I saw them jerk that male off twice tonight.  It was much earlier in the evening, but you can see traces of dried semen on their gloves."

"It looks as if they might also have snapped three or four of that guy's fingers," said Cindy.

"I think that's cruel," said Jennifer.  "That's no way to treat anyone." 

"I agree," said Suzy, as she stood with a gloved hand on one hip and her bullwhip in her other gloved hand.  "But - to each, her own, as they say."

The last team to come up onstage consisted of just one lady with her male.  But Bobby's attention was instantly riveted to them.  With a shock of alarm, Bobby recognized the male being led by his penis as Gerald Harold Harrington III - or 'G double H', as his cronies were fond of calling him.  Harrington was the fabulously wealthy owner of the newspaper where Bobby worked as an apprentice pressman.  Even though Harrington was from society's upper crust, he did not look like a blueblood.  He had tough facial features that gave him a bulldog-like appearance.  Without an expensive suit on, Harrington could almost have been a gruff, common laborer.  Harrington had seen Bobby at work on the rare occasions when he had toured his own newspaper, and he was rumored to have a photographic memory.  Hanging on his cross, Bobby prayed that Harrington would not recognize him as one of his employees.

The lady leading Harrington was an elegant, slender black woman.  Her dark skin had a warm golden tint, and her long, straight hair was dyed a light shade of brown.  Her make-up was dramatic with blue eye shadow and deep red lipstick.  She spoke with an exotic French accent and occasionally slapped Harrington's face with her leather-sheathed hand.  Her gloves were full-length skintight black kidskin that buttoned at her wrists.  They were just like Suzy's and Jennifer's, except that they ended in 3-inch wide leopard fur cuffs just below her shoulders.  With a bullwhip in one gloved hand and Harrington's penis in the other, she led 'G double H' to the cross on Bobby's left.  As seen from the floor of the lounge, Harrington's cross was immediately right of Bobby's.  After the black woman strapped Harrington to his cross, she put a white baby bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin.  The audience broke into laughter and applause. 

Suzy must have noticed a look of concern on Bobby's face because she asked if he knew the male to their immediate left.  Bobby told her who Harrington was and why he was worried about him.  

"Relax, Bobby sweetums," said Suzy, gently stroking his face with her kid-gloved hands.  "Nothing that happens at this club goes past the outer door - nothing.  And I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you while you're here with me."  She ran her leathered fingertips gently over Bobby's lips.  For some strange reason, a tear welled up in Bobby's eye.  More than anything in the world, he wanted to be close to Suzy in a way that he didn't think would ever be possible. 

At that moment, the mistress of ceremonies stepped up to the microphone and once again clapped her gloved hands for attention.  "Ladies and males," she said.  "It looks like all the contestants are in position and ready.  Again, whichever lady or team of ladies squirts a male farthest wins the cash prize.  There are no rules; but it has come to be a sort of club tradition that every milking contest begins with a round of whipping, not only to entertain the ladies in the audience but also to whip the males into a more erect state.  There's an old saying in show business when performers wish each other success: 'Break a leg.'  Here at the club, we say, 'Wear out a glove.'  Wear out a glove, everyone, and may the most enchanting seductress win! 

Bobby immediately heard the crack of Marlene's bullwhip followed by the agonized screaming of her male.  His plaintive crying sounded like that of a wounded coyote as he sobbed, "AHROOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!"  Then Bobby heard the anguished cries of the male being caned by the brown-gloved Japanese woman.  Bobby's body jumped a little when he heard the nearby crack of the black woman's bullwhip on Harrington's ass.  Harrington started to bawl, 'WAH-HOO-HOO-HOO!  WOE-HAH-HAH-HAH!"  His reddened face was contorted in pain. 

Suzy spent a moment caressing Bobby's face with her black leather glove before getting started.  "Listen, Bobby," she said sweetly.  "I want you to remember that my whip is your friend.  And I want you to do one thing for me.  I want you to hold back for as long as you can, but the time will come when you can no longer hold back.  The stroking of our gloved hands will overwhelm you with pleasure.  You will be completely in our control, and you won't be able to resist releasing your load.  That's when I want you to just give in and surrender completely to the pleasure.  You don't have to do anything more than that.  Okay?" 

She held up her hand and let Bobby kiss her glove.  His heart was pounding as he heard the click of Suzy's heels stepping around behind him.  Hanging down below the cross beams of the Saint Andrew's cross, Bobby's ass presented a clear target for Suzy's bullwhip.  Suzy used the remote hand control to adjust the tilt of Bobby's cross so that he was leaning slightly head-forward.  At that angle, Bobby's ass was raised a little higher in the air.  She then gauged her distance from his ass versus the length of her whip.  Her leather-gloved fingers gripped her whip handle firmly.  The sharp whistle that Suzy's whip made as she swung it in a circle overhead sounded almost like a hiss to Bobby.       

Suddenly, Bobby heard the sharp crack of Suzy's whip.  Simultaneously, he felt a pain on his ass like a severe electric shock combined with the searing heat of a brand.  Bobby jerked on the cross in a spasm of pain and cried out with a piercing scream of agony.  Standing on either side of Bobby, Cindy and Jennifer steadied his hips with their leather-gloved hands.  Before Bobby could recover, Suzy's whip cracked again.  Bobby tried to scream, but his lungs were empty of air.  His face was contorted in agony with his mouth drawn sharply down at both corners.  His chin quivered and quaked in anguish.  He took a gulp of air and screamed with all his might.  In his desperation and agony, he tried to call out, "Suzy, PLEASE!"  But before he could get the words out, Suzy's whip landed again.  Tears burst like a river from Bobby's eyes.  He sobbed, "AW-HAUGH!  AW-BOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO!  WAH-HOOOO!" Then Suzy's whip cracked again, and Bobby screamed so loud that his lungs ached. With his chest heaving, he sobbed, "WOE-HOE-HOE-HOE-HOOO!"     

Suzy broke the cadence of her lashes only to pull her glove up after it had slipped down and bunched up on her arm from the sheer force of her swings.  As she continued to whip Bobby relentlessly, Cindy and Jennifer noticed that Bobby's penis had grown to nearly a foot in length.   

After about ten minutes, the cracking of the ladies' bullwhips and the agonized screaming, shrieking and sobbing of their puppet-like, crucified males took on a syncopated rhythm that seemed almost musical.  Through the tears of his pain, Bobby looked out at the audience and saw beautiful women laughing with delight while pointing leather-gloved fingers at him and the other males.  It seemed to Bobby that they laughed hardest at Harrington with his baby bonnet.  One woman almost young enough to be Harrington's daughter actually walked up onstage and tickled Harrington under his chin with a leather-gloved finger while he howled in agony from the merciless cracks of his lady's whip.   

After a few more minutes, Suzy ceased her whipping and readjusted Bobby's cross with the hand control so that he was perfectly vertical again.  She walked around, stood in front of Bobby and lightly touched the underside of his gigantic boner with her whip.  Then she set her whip down and began to unbutton and pull off her right glove.  With his chest heaving, Bobby continued to sob spastically.  The light gleaming off the black leather of Suzy's gloves was blurred in his teary vision. Bobby was somehow vaguely aware that the males belonging to Marlene and the Japanese ladies had already shot their loads and left the stage.  Suzy stepped offstage for a moment and returned with a cigarette between her leather-sheathed fingers.  Holding her right glove in her bare right hand, she walked back around behind Bobby.   

Bobby felt the limp leather fingers of Suzy's empty glove brushing lightly against the back and underside of his hanging balls.  For a brief moment, he felt the heat of Suzy's lit cigarette dangerously near his naked manhood.  "NO, SUZY, NO!" he shrieked in terror.  But Suzy crushed her cigarette out on the floor with the heel of her boot.  Then she backed up and began to lash Bobby's balls with the limp fingers of her empty glove.  Bobby's eyes quickly flooded with tears again.  But each time the fingers of Suzy's glove snapped against the underside of his hanging manhood, Bobby also felt a tingle of pleasure in his glove-whipped balls.   

Bobby became aware that the gorgeous black lady to his left was starting to work Harrington's cock.  She squeezed and kneaded his boner with her leather-gloved hands.  At times, she stopped to tickle him with the fur cuffs on her gloves.  Then Bobby saw her leather-sheathed hands flashing up and down his boner.  As Harrington began to spurt, the audience - obviously impressed - started to applaud.   

Meanwhile, as Suzy continued to glove-whip Bobby's balls, Cindy and Jennifer played a game of ping pong with his swollen cockhead, batting it back and forth between their gloved palms.  Then, with the fingers of her black leather, sin-embracing glove wrapped around Bobby's throbbing shaft, Cindy began to slap and spank his boner while Jennifer slapped his face.  Jennifer's slaps were gentler than Suzy's had been, but the sting of her leather glove still felt hot on his cheeks.  

Next, Suzy walked around and, standing in front of Bobby, began to work her glove back onto her right hand and up her arm.  With Cindy and Jennifer starting to knead his cockhead and tickle his balls with their gloved fingers, Bobby had to struggle to keep from spurting.  "As long as I can hold off," he thought to himself, "I will."  

With her right glove tugged snugly back on, Suzy strolled up to Bobby and placed her leathered fingertip on the slit of his fully erect, pulsating penis.  Then her gloved hands began to work his shaft.  Meanwhile, Cindy went behind Bobby to tickle the underside of his balls with her fleecy-soft leathered fingertips while Jennifer folded a gloved hand over Bobby's nose and mouth.  The thumb seam of Jennifer's glove pressed against Bobby's lips as he inhaled the heady aroma of her perfumed kidskin.  Knowing that Bobby's lungs were laboring with the force of driving pistons, Jennifer was careful not to smother him with her glove.  With her other gloved hand, she caressed him softly about his chin, neck and nipples.  

Suzy alternately kneaded Bobby's throbbing cockhead and stroked his rock-hard shaft with her buttery-soft kidskin gloves.  Suddenly, she felt Bobby's cock start to tense.  Cindy also sensed the tensing as Bobby's balls suddenly jerked.  Handling him with kid gloves, she gently pushed his balls upward slightly to facilitate his imminent orgasm.   

Suzy wrapped the thumb and index finger of her gloved left hand around the base of Bobby's cock while working his cockhead, foreskin and the length of his shaft with her gloved right hand, at times wringing, kneading and squeezing his enormous boner.  In dulcimer-sweet tones, she whispered to him, "Bobby, sweetheart, now do you understand why women whip males?  From suffering, pain and death spring pleasure, joy and life, itself.  Baby goats die so that women can enjoy the luxury of wearing fine kidskin.  Males are whipped so that we can derive pleasure from your pain. When we choose to, we share our pleasure with you by releasing the life force within you.  You have no control over that force because it does not belong to you.  It flows to us and connects you to the universe.  That's why you can't control your erection when you see us wearing gloves.  Do you understand?  The pleasure sweeping over you is bigger than you are.  Pain and pleasure are part of the ebb and flow of life.  You can't resist.  You can only yield to it."  

Suzy's fleecy-soft, black leather gloves flashed up and down his rock-hard shaft like lightning in a summer storm while Cindy's gloved fingers tickled and gently caressed his balls. Suzy exclaimed, "Oh, my god!  Check out the size of Bobby's boner now!"  In stunned awe, Cindy and Jennifer gasped, "You've got to be kidding!" as Suzy's kid-gloved hands continued to flash like lightning up and down Bobby's rod.  The white-hot pleasure gathering in Bobby's blood-engorged penis grew greater than any human being could possibly bear.  Bobby cried out, "EEE-YIIIII! ARRRRRRRRRGH!" as an unstoppable torrent of cum surged up his throbbing shaft.  A jet of hot semen spurted from the tip of Bobby's boner.  His breath warmed the palm of Jennifer's glove as she again placed her hand over his nose and mouth.  Tears of joy streamed down Bobby's face.  Suzy continued to jerk Bobby's joystick as his frothy cum shot past the edge of the stage into the audience of wildly applauding women.  Her gloves were obscenely drenched with foamy gobs of semen as Bobby continued to spurt load after load of hot cum.  With the last few drops of semen dripping from Bobby's pecker, Suzy wrung and squeezed his cock in her sinfully gloved hands to make absolutely certain that she had milked his balls completely sperm-dry.   

With a towel handed to her by a butler male, Suzy dried Bobby's cum off her gloves. Then Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer helped Bobby down off his cross.  "We won, Bobby!" said Suzy.  "We won by a mile!"  

"Be careful walking on this stage," said Cindy, pointing a gloved finger at the cum that had been splattered everywhere during the contest.  The ladies' stiletto heels elevated a good portion of the soles of their boots above the pools of semen, but Bobby was not so fortunate.  Because he appeared a bit wobbly on his feet, the three young ladies helped to support him as they walked back to their couch.   

Suzy ordered some fresh towels, sheets, a blanket and a pillow so that Bobby could lay down on the couch and rest.  She also ordered some soothing ointment for Bobby's bullwhipped posterior.  After he stretched out, Suzy drew the sheet and blanket up to his chin.  Then she pulled a hassock over to the couch so that she could sit by Bobby while he rested.  Softer than the touch of a feather, her gloved fingertips gently stroked his face.  Suzy was not quite sure why she did it, but she leaned over and planted a kiss on Bobby's forehead.  Bobby, however, never knew that Suzy had kissed him.  He had already dozed off.                                   

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