Sam, or Samantha Shelldon had always been dominant, from an early age. She had known two things that set her apart from others. Her dominion over her parents and others and her lesbianism. By day she was head of section in an I.T. company, Sam liked to wear classic fifties style suits. It gave the right impression, looked very sexy, and gave the men somethi...
Being confined inside the iron body cage was completely different from the stress bondage of the shibari ropes. Without the constant pain that knawed at my muscles and at my mind it was the time for the latter to wander. Not that my confinement within this tight little triangular prison was anything more than comfortable by comparison. My wrists were still h...
I have always had a fascination with women in leather, ever since I can remember. It started with leather pants and skirts, especially mini-skirts and then over time grew to include boots and heels, gloves and now it is covers about everything. I can see an older woman who is not in great shape wearing a snug fitting leather coat and I get a raging hard-on....
I walked back into the living room with two espressos. Tatiana was sitting opposite our visitor; her legs pressed together demurely, her hands clasped in her lap and her head slightly bowed. I placed the coffees on the low table at the side of the leather armchair. 'Thank you.' Our visitor picked up her coffee in a leather-gloved hand and sipped it. I sat...
In the previous stories about Mark and Eileen we learned how they both had a rubber boot fetish but were reticent to admit and would often accuse the other of having such. This story occurs some 30 years prior when they first met while doing graduate study at the University of Cork in Ireland. Please note that all of the characters at all time were over the...
It was a sunny Saturday in early March, around noon- we got up late due to a late evening Both Amy and I were hanging out in jeans, t-shirts and socks- her long soft dark brown hair in a ponytail ... my hair-long since gone. The kitchen of my duplex still smelled of the French toast feast we had just finished, after a heated debate over the proper vanilla/ci...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction and the author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual! It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well. I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like c...
This is part two. Please read part one in order for it to make sense. Once again, enjoy! And I welcome feedback. * * * * * * * * He moans softly and runs His fingers down her blouse to tease her nipples. “This working at home stuff really works, I must say!” She shivers and arches into His hand, “Oh You tease!” “Come on now, you know we have to get di...
As he woke he felt the repeated and overwhelming need to see her, be in her presence, and be under her spell, his glorious and wonderful Mistress. She had banned him from any contact with her now for days, sending him away to entertain himself, and he truly, deeply hated it. She was testing him, he knew that, and now, days later, he understood why. She wante...
Call her about once a week to thank her for the wonderful lovemaking we had. I told her how impressed I was with her leather glove collection and of all the beautiful gowns she had. I shared with her my fantasy of being dressed as a debutante someday and be able to wear shoulder length white kid gloves. We made a date that would give us enough time for a tr...