How I got my kid glove fetish [stolen story]

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How I got my kid glove fetish [stolen story]

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I was adopted when I was two years old. It was obvious from the start that my mother really wanted a little girl but had yielded to adopting a boy to please my father. It did not matter to
her if I was a boy because she still played with me as if I was a little girl. She enjoyed in makingsatin outfits for me and fixing my hair in “banana” curls and to take pictures of me looking like a girl. My father tired of this and just let her have her way with me. And so it was that I was raised in the company of women.

This was all so enjoyable for me because women were nicer and smelled good and had very softhands. They also dressed in silks and satins which I grew very fond of. Most of all, I enjoyed having my little hand held by my mother’s kid gloved fingers or having my my face caressed bymy aunts with their kid leather gloves. It was a wonderful time when women wore furs and leather gloves and I was part of it.

My mother was an excellent seamstress and dressmaker and enjoyed a wonderful clientele. Her clients always wanted her to work on their wedding dresses and evening gowns and cocktail dresses. She also had a special client who had a dance studio and she would make dance costumes for her.

She did not own a “dressmaker form” and would use me to model dresses for her so she could take measurements and fittings. I was about fourteen at the time and was rather slim so that the dresses fitted me very well. At first I was a little disturbed having to wear women’s dresses but soon began enjoying every opportunity to wear a dress for my mother.

I especially enjoyed evening gowns and prom dresses and my fabric of choice was satin. I remember once putting on a white satin wedding dress that had long sleeves and a train. My mother would have me stand on a small platform in front of a full length mirror and I could not help but admire. She completely ignored the fact that I had a full blown erection except to give it a tap so it would go down.

She must have known at the time that she was raising a sissy boy, but looking back now that is exactly what she wanted. Although we never had any sexual contacts, we were very close and I was her “pet". She knew that I loved satin and women’s clothes and that it was just a question of time until I dressed completely as a girl.

By this time I had already discovered the joys of wearing women’s kid leather gloves and I had begun to sneak into my mother’s bureau drawers to “borrow" a pair as often as I could. I also realized that every time I would put the gloves on,I would get an erection and was soon masturbating every chance I had. It was my little secret pleasure world.

I also discovered the pleasure of satin lingerie and would borrow my mother’s satin nightgowns
to wear to bed along with my kid gloves and enjoy my erections and masturbate all night. She
had to be aware that this was happening, but she never made mention of it. The closest she
came was to attach little notes that said “do not touch". Of course this was hardly enough
to stop a raging hard cock.

One particular day she had gone out to deliver some dresses and said she would be gone for a couple of hours. As soon as she was out the door, I was in her bedroom looking for her a long light blue satin nightgown that she had recently bought. My search was rewarded when I found both the blue nightgown and a pair of long white opera kid leather gloves wrapped in tissue paper. Now, I had worn almost all of her shorter leather gloves. She had an assortment of wonderful glace unlined kid gloves from shorties up to just below the elbow. They were always my “object” of choice when I wanted to masturbate. It got so I could not masturbate without wearing the gloves or the satin.


I put on a pair of her panties and the blue satin nightgown. The satin nightgown felt delightful and sensual as it clung to my body. I loved the liquid look of it as I admired myself in her full length mirror on her wardrobe. Then I put on the gloves. I had never worn any glove that long before and at first I had to carefully work my fingers into the thin leather and gently tug them up my arms. I finally got them up my arms and they were just between the elbow and the shoulder. They felt heavenly. It took me quite some time to get the three little buttons at the wrist tied and when I did I had to examine myself again in the full length mirror in my mother’s sewing room, wearing my new nightgown and long white kid gloves. I also put on a pair patent leather pumps which we she would have me wear when I was “modeling” for her. It looked more like a formal evening gown.

I twirled around and went back into her bedroom, looking for makeup and lipstick. I applied some powder to my face and put on some lipstick, smacking my lips like I had seen her do. All this time, I had the biggest erection that I had ever had. I could feel my mother’s panties getting wet and thought that maybe I should be putting on my own before I came all over her new satin nightgown. I was so engrossed in my erection that I never heard the door open.


My mother walked up to her bedroom and stood in the doorway with her arms folded. She did not say a word. I think that we were both so stunned at the sight. She walked over and said she would help me remove those precious white kid gloves before I damaged them. She undid the buttons and gently tugged the folds of the white leather down my arms so she could pull on the figures and slowly pull the gloves off of my arms. Remembering it all now, it was just the most erotic thing that I had ever felt in my life. All the time she said not a word.

I went into my bedroom and turned on the TV. She followed me in and sat on my bed and said that first we had to get that lipstick off my face and have a serious talk. She said she was not upset or angry and that she had known about my little fetish for a long time. She also said that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasure of beautiful things because she herself certainly did. “I only wish that you would leave my things alone. Tomorrow, I am taking you out shopping and get you your own kid gloves, and satin nightgowns, and slips and panties,” and with that she turned around and walked out and shut the door. She must have known that I was hiding a pair of her black kid gloves and that I would put them on as soon as she left so I could finish up what I had started. . . .she was right.

The very next day we went downtown to the largest department store in the city. I enjoyed that store because it had the most wonderful ladies glove department of any store in the city. There were gloves in all lengths and colors. I always made it a point to check it out when we shopped there.

My mother walked up with me to the glove counter and when a saleslady finally greeted us, she began telling her about my desire to wear her expensive kid leather gloves and that she had finally decided to buy me my own kid gloves. The saleslady was all smiles and assured my mother that they could find something I liked. My mother thanked her and left me there by myself as she had other errands to run.

The saleslady , whose name was Alice, asked me if I had a preference and I told her that I loved black unlined kid leather gloves, the longer the better. “Why you are a connoisseur of leather gloves, aren’t you?”, she said. She reached under the counter and brought out two pair of black kid gloves that almost reached the elbow.

“Let’s move over to that space between the counters so you can try them on. It will be more private for you” , she said. As we were walking to the “space” between the counters, she was putting on one of the pair of the kid gloves herself. “I just wanted to show you to see if this is the length of the glove you liked”, she said. I blushed a little. The sight of her putting on those long black gloves was making me hard and I was sure she had taken notice of it.

She said, “You have to be very careful when you are putting new kid gloves for the first time. The leather is very thin and can tear easily,” and with that she showed me how she slowly inserted each finger and worked the leather onto the finger just the way I had done with the white kid gloves, I thought. After she had put on her pair of gloves she had me put my elbow on the counter and began working the glove down my fingers and up my arms.

By this time, I had a full blown erection. She put the other glove on me and I could hardly breathe. She took my gloved hands in one of her gloved hands and slowly reached down in the opening between the counters and ran her gloved hand over my erection and looking me right in the eye, said, “Oh what have we here”. She rubbed my erection with her gloved hand very gently for what seemed to be a long time. She smiled as she saw the wet spot spreading on the front of my trousers. “I guess these are the gloves for you then,” as my mother returned to complete the transaction.

“Yes, I’m afraid I have a sissy boy here,” my mother said. “Now, I have to buy him his own satin slip and satin nightgown and panties. Can you believe that?” “Yes I can,” said the saleslady. “I think I know just how to train a” sissy boy” as she winked and smiled at me.

Next we went to the lingerie department. It was like being in heaven. This store had the best assortment of quality lingerie and had many beautiful satin nightgowns and satin slips on display. Keeping up with my black color scheme of my kid gloves I chose a full length black satin nightgown with spaghetti straps. My mother checked to make sure that it was polyester. She must have known that as careful as I was, I might have accidents which would require laundering. I found some black slips and some black tap panties as well.

On the way home I thanked my mother for all the wonderful purchases and told her that I would be pleased to model clothes for her anytime. I think she might have felt a little guilty for having created a little sissy boy by having me model all those dresses for her. I really think that she did not mind that I was “that way”. She cautioned me that it was OK for me to wear my new things around the house, but it would be our little secret
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Re: How I got my kid glove fetish

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Is this a fictional story, or a real experience? 'Cause in the latter case, this should go in another section.
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it' s a fictional story
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Fictional? Or stolen?
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