"So what? Have you made friends with your new little room yet?" Mistress Veronica asked, playing with the gloves she was holding in her hands. "Yes my Mistress. A very pleasant place," replied the scared maidservant. Mistresses looked at each other and smiled. Slowly, they began to put black leather gloves on their left hands right next to the maidservant...
Chapter 9 – Realisation Jack left the office and headed off toward the bus stop. On his way a devilish though crossed his mind. He diverted towards a shop that he had seen advertised on a fetish web directory – one that he thought could provide the perfect 'toys' for the next phase of his plan. Sitting on his bus, he glanced down at the bags resting between...
This is just another story, for the November competition, not for the winter-themed comp. I make this offer - comment and I will comment on your recommendation. What is that smell you get when you step into a circus tent? Piss and shit, of course. Damaged grass, sweat, diesel and hot lights. But sex is part of it. Circuses are great for the kids, of cou...
I've got a engineering business in a little estate with five other factories. My neighbours are a couple who run a beauty supply business. They seem nice enough but other than a quick nod and hello i don't really have a lot to do with them. The other morning I went to check the mail and found a pair of women's black leather gloves sitting on the ground nex...
Dear readers. This story is for people who are interested in fetish about leather gloves and boots. In addition, the subject of a mature woman is also raised here. If you are interested in this subject, I invite you to read. Other readers who do not feel this climate may feel disappointed in the content of the story. The story is a pure work of my imaginat...
Jim Bob's eyes fluttered as he woke. When he attempted to sit up, and his wrists and ankles were caught by his bonds, he sighed. As he sank back down onto the bare mattress he closed his eyes again and whimpered. Those first few fleeting moments of consciousness, before the peace of sleep slams into the wall of wakefulness, his mind could temporarily hope th...
I arrive wheeling a metal case. I placed it on the table and opened it up. Inside were all manner of tools for the BDSM enthusiast. Blindfolds, whips, chains and handcuffs. A collar and ball gag for the more noisy women, enough for some interesting fun. Also were a rope, a spreader bar, and all the apparatus for a BDSM sling included. She was decidedly brav...
This story follows on from Sammi's Gloved Surprise and is response to some kind readers who wanted to know what happened next. ***** George sat in the dimly lit bar talking to Sammi, trying to make out as much of her strong, gorgeous features as he could and watching her bring her glass to her exquisitely painted lips to take a sip of her drink. Although o...
After the initial mind control Jessica put me through, she further convinced or coerced me to move in. Most of my stuff ended in a warehouse excepting for some of my clothing. She is taking me deeper into submission, I'm losing the knowledge of who I am or was, her obsessive control over me makes me dependent of her and a willing subject to her whim. My like...
All characters are over the age of 18. ***** I could never bring myself to paying attention in Miss Jones's science class. However, I wasn't fixated on something outside, no, I could not stop staring at my beautiful teacher's glorious feet. She always wore these cute leather sandals or her flat leather slides to school, except on Thursdays when she coached...