Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  We discussed leather fashions a lot and I expressed my preference for unlined leather gloves which were now becoming more difficult to find. She agreed that most women seemed to prefer the silk-lined gloves but that she too enjoyed the unlined kid gloves. We agreed that leather skirts were very sexy and that we both loved leather lined boots. I was beginning to think that she too might have a glove and leather fetish as we were becoming very friendly.

  Unfortunately, she said, the buyers only stocked the silk lined gloves and that unlined leather gloves would have to be special ordered, perhaps from France, and would be expensive and that such a purchase would have to be paid up front before the order would be placed. I assured her that it would be no problem and proceeded to give her my account number and name to charge the gloves to. I also gave her my "femme" name and my telephone number for her to call me when the gloves came in.

  She questioned me in great detail about my cross dressing and what my preferences in clothes were. I told her that I loved the classic lines better and how I needed to feel sensual when I dressed as a woman. She agreed and thought that we had a great deal in common.

  Two weeks went by and I did get a phone call from Helen telling me that my gloves were in for me to pick them up. She began to question me again about my cross dressing and admitted that she was greatly fascinated by the idea of a man dressed as a woman and that she would love to meet me as my "femme" self and that maybe we could go out for a drink when I picked up my gloves. She was only working until 6PM and it would be nice if I came in just before that to give me enough time to try on my gloves. I told her that I thought that it was a fabulous idea and made a date to meet her two days later.

  When the day came to pick up my gloves, I carefully selected what I was going to wear. Of course all my under-things were black satin. I chose an electric blue satin blouse with short sleeves so I could try on the long gloves that I had ordered. I mated that with a simple black pencil skirt that came just below my knees. I wore my Joan and David black leather boots with a 3" heel that just came over my knees and a soft black lambskin leather walking coat and of course my usual black kid gloves.

  She must have been watching for me for as I approached the glove counter she met me and asked if she could be of assistance. I said yes very politely and told her that I had been speaking with Helen and that I had ordered a pair of long black unlined kid gloves. She smiled and said that she was Helen. She checked me out from head to toe and told me that I looked very nice. I of course did the same. She had a sleeveless white turtleneck sweater and a long leather skirt. I had to assume that she would be wearing long leather gloves too. She appeared to be in her mid forties, very trim and very attractive. She must have refreshed her makeup before I got there. Her fresh lipstick begged to be kissed.

  I removed my gloves and Helen commented on what beautiful hands I had and on the red nail polish. She placed the gloves that I had purchased on the counter and I began to try them on. She was very helpful in sliding the tight leather on my fingers and up my arm and I could sense that she knew I was getting aroused by this. The gloves fit perfectly and the aroma of new gloves filled my nostrils. I decided to keep the gloves on and I completed the purchase and she retrieved her coat and handbag and we headed out of the store.

  On leaving the store she squeezed my gloved hand and I was right. She had also put on a pair of long black kid gloves. We walked through the parking lot hand in hand. When I reached my car, I opened her door and she leaned into me and we just briefly brushed lips. She got in the car and I went around to the driver's side. I put the key in the ignition and before I even started the car she asked me if I would mind if we went straight to her home instead. She held my hand and kissed my finger tips and confessed that she had not made love in a long time and that she was very horny. I said that I understood and then she placed my gloved hand under her leather skirt. I could feel that she had no panties on. She rubbed her pussy with my gloved hand then put two of my fingers in her pussy and began to masturbate moaning all the while. I leaned over and kissed her as I was finger fucking her. She held my face in her gloved hands as she flicked her tongue in my mouth. After a few minutes she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and apologized for getting my new gloves wet with her juices and proceeded to suck my finger clean and wiped them off with a tissue. She looked at me and said, "We need to get home fast"

  When we got to her house, we were no sooner inside her house that we began to embrace. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her pussy through her leather skirt then I hoisted it up, spread her legs, and began a slow and rhythmic kissing of her pussy then thrust my tongue and started sucking her clit. She moaned and rocked back and forth. Of course both of us kept our kid leather gloves on. She reached under my skirt and freed my cock from its satin panties and it came hard instantly. The feeling of her gloved fingers around my cock had me ready to explode. She stopped quickly and led me into the bedroom. She must have been planning this for the covers were pulled off the bed already revealing gorgeous light blue satin sheets. She had me lay down on my back and knelt over me so that she could suck my cock as I continued to lick her pussy. The feeling of her gloves on my cock and on my legs and the aroma of her leather skirt over my face was the greatest sexual feeling that I had ever had. Both of us came off in each other's mouth, she swallowing all my cum and me swallowing all her love juices.

  After a brief rest and some drinks and conversation, she showed me her collection of leather gloves skirts and boots. By then I had regained some of my strength and we fucked for the rest of the night without ever taking our gloves off.

  The End.

  Tanning Day

  My skin is very pale thanks to my Irish heritage. I bruise like an over ripe peach and burn faster than dry kindling on a hot fire. My Lord knows this, but decided, nonetheless, that I needed a good tanning. He woke me up at 6:00 a.m. this morning. I hate being woken up that early, but he also knows this and didn't really care. In addition to a Tanning day, apparently, I was having a Submissive day. I whined a bit and tried to snuggle. He kissed me and whispered into my ear that he wanted total obedience today. My whining stopped immediately. I knew by the tone of his voice that if I did not obey I'd be sorry.

  He flipped me over onto my stomach and began tanning my backside. He was kind and warmed me up first, but within a few minutes I began to squirm as the heat spread across my cheeks. He placed a hand on the small of my back to hold me in place and continued, increasing his force. Just when I was on the verge of tears and moisture gather on my nether lips, he stopped, turned me onto my back, stood next to the bed and kissed me again.

  "Today, you will stay naked and your bottom will be pink at the very least constantly. Sometimes, it will be red, possibly even purple. I'm going to spank you, cane you, paddle you with my belt, the wooden paddle, your hairbrush, or anything else I want. I'm going to plug your ass with ginger, beads, the inflatable, my cock. I'm going to fuck you with anything and everything that I desire. I'm going to clip your nipples with clothespins, clamps, my teeth. By this time tomorrow, you are going to be too sore to walk, wear a bra or sit. Agreed?"

  I didn't answer. I crawled to the side of the bed and began to suck his glorious cock in gratitude.

  I must have pleased him I thought as I prepared breakfast, since after my first spanking of the morning and his outline for the day, he fed me his thick, sweet cum. I hummed to myself and flipped the last pancake onto the plate. He is sitting at the breakfast bar, watching me. I smiled at him when I placed the plate before him. He smiled back, but I saw the gleam in his eyes.

  "Time for a refresher."

  He stood, positioned me in front of the bar, my legs spread and my hands grasping the back of the counter, my ass at the perfect angle.

  "Do not let go of that counter. Do not move your feet. You can wiggle and cry, but plant your feet. If you move, you will regret it."

  He picked up the spatula I had just used. The first strike left me gasping for
air. After five I was wiggling and my cheek rested on the cool counter. After ten I was crying and my ass was on fire. On the eleventh swat I made a fatal mistake. I lifted my foot and one hand, forgetting his warning, momentarily distracted by the pain.

  He stopped. Sighed. I immediately realized my mistake and began to babble an apology, knowing fully that my pleas would be ignored. He walked slowly to the fridge. I lifted my head and watch as he took out a bag containing a peeled finger of ginger. He had obviously prepared for this day. I dropped my head and silently thanked all creation for this man. My juices began to flow and I felt my nipples harden. He slipped the ginger, a thick long finger of it, into my anus and the internal burn made me quiver.

  On the fifteenth swat, I screamed, the orgasm flowing over ever nerve in my body.

  "Good. Now suck on me while I finish my breakfast," he commanded as he sat down and picked up his fork. "After I've finished, I'll remove the ginger."

  I sank to floor and fervently hoped that he ate slowly.

  Noon. He was watching television, something he rarely had time to do. I was dusting the bedroom, trying to focus on the task at hand, but distracted by the plug in my ass. After he had finished eating breakfast, he had helped me stand, bent me over a chair and removed the ginger. The burning continued for about 5 minutes, but by the time I had cleaned up the kitchen, my anus was back to normal. My ass, however, was still warm and stinging. I asked if I could look at it in the mirror, but he just smiled and shook his head. My tanned hide was for his pleasure, not mine. He watched me tidy the kitchen and then directed me into the bathroom. When I saw the enema bag hanging from the shower rod I lowered my head, embarrassed and humiliated. I hated when he gave me an enema. I was happy to give one to myself in privacy, but to have him, my Lord, administer one. OMG!

  "You're going to feel this one. It's going to cramp. You will hold it inside of you despite the discomfort for at least ten minutes and then you will eliminate. I'll give you a fifteen minute break and then I will administer a second enema of cold, clean water. You will hold that for at least twelve minutes before elimination. Afterwards, you will be plugged until your next spanking. If you eliminate before your allotted time I will administer a third enema of crushed ice and water. Questions?"

  I silently shook my head. He raised his eyebrows and I lay on the floor, legs up in the "diaper changing" position. My cheeks were as red as my ass by this point. He inserted the nozzle and I felt a comforting warmth enter my bowels. And continue. And continue. My stomach began to cramp and he halted the flow, allowing the liquid to move its way deep inside of me. I glanced at the bag and almost cried. I still had half the bag to go and I knew he would make me hold the entire contents of the bag. After a moment, he continued the flow. I concentrated on breathing. Finally, he removed the nozzle and set a timer. I hoped he would leave, but he didn't. He just leaned against the door and watched.

  The cramping began. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to hold in the offensive liquid. Milk and molasses. Ten minutes. I heard the clicking of the timer. I counted to ten and then counted again. Time stood still. Finally, the timer went off and I looked pleadingly up at him. He nodded. I scurried up and barely made it to the stool before he contents of my bowels gushed out. I was crying, mainly from the humiliation of him watching me.

  My Lord is true to his word. After the second enema, when I was good and clean, he inserted a large black plug. This usually hurts like hell, but because of the cleansing, it slid right it. I am going about my daily chores but feeling the plug with every movement. A constant reminder that I am his and he will use me when and how he chooses. The plug a place holder for his cock.

  "Girl!" I hear him call.

  I stop what I am doing and go into the living room. He smiles at me and pats his lap. I assume the position, bracing my hands against the floor.

  "You make me so happy, Girl."

  I am content as his commanding hand lands heavily on my bottom. Fire spreads across my cheeks. He alternates from one globe to the other. After fifteen minutes of this, I'm crying, but can't help thinking of how sore his hand must be. He stops, gently rubs my stinging bottom. I feel his hand between my legs, his fingers gliding over my dripping slit.

  "Spread your legs."

  I do, knowing what he has planned. I take a few quick breathes and ball my hands into small, tight fists. The first slap to my nether lips is sharp and quick. I gasp, but don't move. By the fifth swat, though I'm beyond crying. Reality no longer exists, just a haze of beautifully painful pleasure. He grasps my engorged clit and pinches. Hard. I can't help myself. I explode, squirting my submission into his hand. Somewhere I hear his delighted laughter.

  3:00 p.m. My bottom stung, my clit tenderized and my asshole was sore. After the last spanking, my Lord had removed the plug and fucked my ass. It was glorious. He bent me over the chair in the living room and pounded away. After the anticipation wearing the plug for over an hour, I came immediately. Luckily, he lasted longer. He fucked me mercilessly with hard, strong thrusts and finally, grasping my swinging tits, he emptied his load deep inside my bowels. When he pulled out, he had me suck him clean, which I happily did. Now, I was on the bed, lying on my back, awaiting his pleasure again. Seriously - could this day get any better?

  "Your bottom is still nicely red, so I think it's time to concentrate on the nipples."

  Thank goddess!

  "But first, I don't think your ass should be empty, do you?"

  I bit my lip, knowing an answer from me was not really expected or wanted. He inserted the beads. When the last one entered my more than tender asshole, I almost exploded again.

  He dangled a pair of tweezer clamps in front of me. I was grateful. These hurt, but not horribly. I knew immediately that I would be wearing them for a while. He sucked on my right nipple and a line of electricity ran straight to my clit. I arched my back and grabbed the bedding. He sucked hard, pulling my nipple taunt then attaching the first clamp. It was tight, but not painful. Then he administered to the left nipple. I was panting. He gave the chain connecting the clamps a tug and I began to quiver. He smiled at me and said, "Ride me."

  He lay beside me and I immediately rolled over to climb on top of him. I slid his rod inside of my wet, welcoming pussy and clamped my muscles around him, the bead pushing against his cock. I arched my back, closed my eyes and allowed waves of pleasure to wash over me. When I had regained my breath, and looked at him, I saw that gleam in his eyes again. He lifted the chain to my mouth. I opened and bit down, my nipples straining against their bonds.

  "Ride."

  6:00 p.m. I am satiated. But revived. My kind Lord allowed me to nap for a few hours after the last session. He removed the nipple clamps after he had filled my womb with his essence, but kept the beads inside of me. I was not to be without a reminder of my place, even in sleep. When I awoke, it was near dinner time. I wandered into his den and asked if he would like me to prepare him some food. He didn't look up from his newspaper but said that he would prefer a variety of appetizers and snacks as opposed to a full dinner. He also informed me that I should prepare enough for a few guests. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to question him, but he looked up at me with a strictness that boded punishment for any impertinence, so I nodded and went about my business. I had wanted to ask him about the beads still lodged in my bottom, but thought better of it.

  Around 7:00 the doorbell rang. I was in the kitchen and froze. I was naked and plugged with beads and he had invited guests over??? I heard him greet someone whose voice I did not recognize. Then I realized I was hearing several male voices. A moment later, my Lord came into the kitchen.

  "You will bring the appetizers into my study. Once there I will blindfold you and you will stand in the corner awaiting my pleasure. Questions?"

  I knew that he would not force me to do this. All I had to do was tell him that I was uncomfortable with this situation and he would allow me to put clothes on or retreat to our bedroom for the evening. I loo
ked at him and smiled.

  "No, my Lord."

  I stood facing the corner, listening to male conversation, sometimes centered around me, sometimes not. I recognized no voices and made no sound or movement. I could not, however, control my excitement and one gentleman made not of how my thighs were beginning to glisten. My Lord agreed. I felt his hand on my arm and he gently led me over to his desk. He pushed my shoulders gently and I leaned over, resting my elbows on his cleaned off desktop. One man whistled, impressed with the loop at the end of the beads dangling from my ass. My Lord ran his hand over my sore bottom and gave it a sharp slap. I jumped slightly and the men laughed.

  "Would any of you like a go at her bottom?"

  I closed my eyes in humiliation. He was offering my ass to men I did not know and would never be able to recognize again since I was blindfolded.

  "Gentleman, choose your implement. You may each have 5 full minutes to tan her bottom."

  I panted with fear and excitement. I yelped as I felt the heavy slap of a wooden paddle landed squarely on my sit spot. My Lord had his hands on my head. He leaned down and whispered, "I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  The End.

  Share Everything Disgraceful

  It's Friday, and everything is ready. On the floor of the spare room is an inflated paddling pool. The sort of thing you have for the kids, but this is a good size. About 10 feet long and 6 feet wide; and inflated fully to give a nice soft floor with 12-inch high walls. No water, but a soft fluffy duvet on the inflated floor and a waterproof bed sheet over it. You know the sort of thing; cotton next to your skin but a waterproof backing. A trail of big towels leads from this pool to the nearby bathroom; and to the edge of the shower-bath.

  Over this floor arrangement is a gantry I built during the previous week. It is about 8ft high [OK, OK about 2.5 metres]; as far as I can reach stretching up. Sitting in the gantry, on a circular frame I formed specially, is a white plastic 5 gallon container [OK, OK about 23 litres] with its spout pointing downwards. Well; it may have been white when I first got it but now it's full of a fluid that makes it look yellowy-browny-greeny-creamy.