I was staring at my wife’s hands. She has
perfect hands. Her nails are long and blood red.
I could not take my eyes off them because she was
holding a 16-button length black kid leather glove.
She only wore the beautiful gloves when she was
about to encourage sexual activity with her boyfriend
Jason. My wife is sexually dominant in our relationship.
I have a strong glove fetish and my wife knew this
before we married. Soon after our marriage she used
my glove fetish to take over every aspect of my
life. She took control of everything from finances
to free time, and especially sexual release. I was
naturally submissive during sex and my dominant
wife took full advantage of this. She did agree
to do one thing for me, and that was to always wear
leather gloves during sex. We never used any birth
control. She would simply tell me that if I didn’t
cum in her she would give me a glove job when she
was done. I eagerly agreed with this and after we
would make love I would dry off and wait for my
wife to bring me off with her gloves. I thought
I was doing a good job satisfying her and my reward
would be heavy teasing, dirty talk, and then ejaculation.
It was a perfect world.
Sometimes we would talk about my fantasies, she
would tease me with her gloves and we would talk.
I would always tell her that she was an expert with
her gloves and admitted I could deny her nothing.
One day during a particularly brutal teasing session
I made the fatal mistake of telling her I thought
she could control any man if she wanted. She confronted
me about this and playfully demanded clarification.
I simply explained that she could control any man
if she chose to do this to him. She continued to
tease me and asked if I’d like her to do this to
another guy. My mouth meant to say no, but my wife
knew my cock could also be used as a lie detector.
She said, “I can tell that’s a big yes!” and finished
me. At that point my life changed forever. Future
teasing sessions involved what I considered verbal
abuse. She would tease me telling me how she could
also be gloving another guy and making me tell her
how I would love to see her gloving another guy.
Her verbal abuse was brutally humiliating but my
wife could tell by my sexual response that I loved
it. The more she humiliated me while wearing her
gloves the more I became aroused. I was lost and
clearly my wife knew the only way out. Then came
the ultimate glove humiliation.
I didn’t know this but soon after this
incident my wife met a guy named Jason. He was also
has a strong leather glove fetish. At first their
relationship was very private. But as my wife became
more proficient in her abilities to dominate and
humiliate me she slowly began to reveal her relationship
with Jason to me. Since Jason was also a glove fetishist
my wife took full advantage of both of us albeit
in different ways.
When I first became aware of their relationship
my wife would leave and meet Jason for sex. Occasionally,
my wife would ask me to leave our home and she would
entertain Jason in my absence. She said that she
was more comfortable when they were alone and she
was less inhibited. As time went on my wife’s comfort
level rose to include me staying home “securely
tucked out of the way” while my wife and her boyfriend
explored their private world of fetish sex. On top
of this she demanded that I not only support her
relationship with Jason, but that I also encourage
it. She seemed most pleased when I would ask her
when she planned on seeing Jason in order to schedule
my frequent business trips around their dates. At
first her response would always be defensive saying
“why, that’s none of your business”? Then I would
be forced to tell her that this was in order to
help her spend quality time with her boyfriend.
At that point she would seem to reluctantly agree
and tell me. It was quite obvious to her that this
was very humiliating to me and this is what she
seems to take the most delight in.
Soon after this I discovered that a huge
wooden wardrobe with heavy locks was delivered to
our home. It could only be used to do one thing,
store my wife’s fetish outfits.
My wife never dominated me in the traditional
sense. No whips or chains or physical torture. She
would just effortlessly control me with my glove
fetish. My wife has never been intentionally cruel
when she dominates me, unless as she calls it “I
really need it”. She has always been very loving
and has always provided a means of sexual release
for me at least a few times a week and after every
session she has with Jason. Typically she would
return from her dates and simply ask me if I was
ready to be finished. Her tone is always even and
matter of fact adding to my humiliation. She would
always use what she calls her “honey-do gloves”.
These gloves are the first and only pair we purchased
together. They were black 2-button length Napa leather
gloves of comparatively low quality.
My method of release would always depend
on her mood when she returned. She always seems
to be happy, but sometimes is exhausted from the
sex. Other times she is compassionate and accommodating.
When she is tired she will normally pull
on her gloves and point her long leather covered
fingernail towards the bathroom. Once there she
would place her left glove on my right shoulder
and effortlessly guide me to my knees. As I kneel
on the hard tile she would stand next to me always
keeping her glove on my shoulder and supervise while
I masturbate. At this point she would normally do
one of two things. She might hold her right glove
in front of my face, slowly moving her fingers allowing
me to observe how her long fingernails distort the
look of the glove on her hand. She knows how much
this excites me and I usually cum quite quickly.
She might also rub the glove under my nose so I
can smell the leather. This also brings me to a
furious finish. Whichever method she chooses she
always lightly rubs and pats my shoulder as I shoot
my load onto the tile. When I’m through I thank
her and she removes her gloves and drops them wherever
she is standing and leaves the room. I, of course,
am left to cleanup and put the gloves away.
When she is in more accommodating mood
I will get to lie on a bed and she will give me
a slow glove job keeping me on the brink with teasing
for normally no longer than 5 minutes. When she
tires of this she’ll just rub me a little harder
and I shoot my load all over my stomach. Once I
thank her she’ll just drop her gloves and leave.
Keep in mind; by now my wife’s relationship
with Jason has been long term. As with any relationship
things cool down after a certain length of time.
When this began to happen my wife began to further
exploit my fetish to extract my fantasies and consider
them as possible sexual scenarios to stimulate their
sexual activities. She made it clear that if these
ideas managed to rocket their sexual encounters
to new levels she would be more likely to reveal
ever increasing glimpses into her sexual encounters
with Jason.
I was then given my first assignment. My
wife insisted that I must have a well thought out
fantasy of what I believed her and Jason would be
doing behind closed doors and she wanted me to write
it down in great detail. I assured her I did but
asked if I would be able to fit the scene around
fetish items she would really be using. This was
uncharted water for me. As part of her domination/humiliation
campaign against me her fetish wardrobe has always
been completely off limits, securely locked in the
wooden wardrobe. When she was preparing for a date
I would always be relegated to stay in a guest room
so as never to see how my wife was dressed when
she left to meet Jason. With great suspicion my
wife agreed to show me some items to work into the
fantasy.
I was not surprised when I was not allowed
to look at everything her and Jason had amassed.
My wife assured me that what I was about to see
was only their latest acquisitions and would not
come close to representing the entire stash. I was
instructed to strip naked and sit on the chair in
the bedroom.
My wife emerged from the closet but was
carrying nothing. She then gave me my first glimpse
into her sexual escapades. She stated, “As you know
Jason has a strong leather glove fetish and a side
effect of that is a fetish for many other clothing
items as well. For instance he loves the way silk
and fur look with leather gloves. He also seems
to like me to look a little trashy as well, so sometimes
the outfits are simple, black seamed stockings,
high heeled boots, a silk blouse, and 8 or 16 button
length black kid leather gloves.”
My wife knew that I had never actually
seen real honest to goodness high quality long leather
gloves, and the fact that she had them and used
them on her boyfriend was both devastating and exciting
at the same time. My wife said that I looked as
though all the blood had been drained from my face
and “apparently it went someplace else”. She went
on to explain that during their most recent sessions
Jason was very fond of the way she looked in a new
black silk blouse they had recently purchased together.
This would be added to black seemed stockings, black
leather knee boots, and of course her ever-present
long black kid leather gloves. Only once during
their most recent encounters had he asked for 8-button
length, so she thought it would definitely be the
16-button length gloves that she would be using.
She left me momentarily, retuning with
2 boxes and a black silk blouse on a hanger. She
placed the boxes on the bed and held up the blouse
in front of her. It was a very attractive blouse
with buttons up the front, shoulder pads, and very
thin, almost transparent sleeves. She threw that
on the bed and opened the larger of the 2 boxes.
She then carefully lifted up one of the black leather
high-heeled boots and held it directly in front
of me. It was truly beautiful.
She carefully placed the boot back in the box and
then she turned her attention to the smaller white
box. She very slowly, and very deliberately opened
the box. Then it happened, she slowly pulled a long
black leather glove from the box. Her long nails
held the tips of the fingers and slowly lifted the
glove from the box. The glove uncoiled from the
box like a cobra from a basket. She then pulled
the glove over her right hand and up her arm. She
then ran her long nailed hands from the wrist all
the way up the arm smoothing out the glove. “Well
what do you think?” Before I could answer the phone
rang. My wife reached over to the nightstand and
picked it up. She talked for a moment, placed the
phone between her ear and shoulder and casually
picked up the other glove and pulled that one on
while she talked. I was in a haze. I don’t know
whom she was talking to.
All I could do is sit there and look at my wife
wearing the most incredible pair of leather gloves
I had ever seen. I sat transfixed as she nonchalantly
made hand gestures, placed a glove on her hip, and
moved the phone to the other shoulder. Then I realized
she was talking to Jason. I heard her, in a very
matter of fact manner say “Yes, I’m doing it right
now, (pause) yes, (pause) just like we agreed, (pause)
just the blouse, boots and gloves, (pause) just
the 16s, (pause) I’m not doing that (laughing)”.
She agreed with a couple other things then hung
up the phone and turned back to me.
There I was, sitting in a chair, in my
own home, looking at my wife wearing the most exciting
gloves I could ever dream of. I had just listened
to my wife; talking to her boyfriend right after
listening to her detailing the fetish items she
wears and uses with him. My heart was pounding,
my breathing was short, my cock was beat red and
at full attention. My dominant wife walked over
to me. She spoke, but I could not understand her.
It was as though a large explosion with a blinding
flash of light had occurred. I was on sensory over
load and couldn’t process what she was saying. When
she spoke again I finally heard her. “Honey, are
you OK?” I quickly snapped back to reality, took
a deep breath and said yes. Clearly my wife could
see what affect all this was having on me. She then
asked, “Is this going to be too much for you? If
you can’t handle this we can do something different.
We just thought you’d like a little involvement
that’s all. Do you want me to stop?” Of course I
had to say no. Only later could I recount the event
and realize that this was a well thought out attack
on my overpowering fetish and she knew that I could
never back out now.
My dominant wife then very simply stated
“well, that should be enough motivation for you”.
She then carefully removed the gloves, placed them
in the box and returned all the items to the wardrobe.
When she returned she said, “I’d give you a glove
job but I think a little anxiousness will prevent
any writers block. Now get writing!”
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