The Club Part 1-4 +epilogue (leather gloves)

[JayFung]

One of my favourite stories, it's a four part + epilogue story.

The best stuff was arrayed along the back wall. Bobby felt his heart rate quicken when he noticed that a new shipment of magazines from his favourite publisher, Selbee, had arrived. All his favourite titles were in: 'High Heels', 'Satana', 'She Who Must Be Obeyed', 'Fetishique' and Bobby's absolute favourite, 'Whip and Glove'. With trembling hands, Bobby picked up the new issue of 'Whip and Glove'. He opened the cover and thrilled to see a photo of a beautiful young woman sitting on a couch above a male lying on his back on the floor at her feet. Leaning forward over the abject male, the woman had inserted two of her black leather-sheathed fingers at either corner of his mouth to stretch it open as wide as she could so that she could cram the stiletto heel of her gleaming black fashion boot into his mouth. The rest of the photo article showed the beautiful woman removing one of her long skin tight kidskin gloves and using it to whip the pathetic male's cock and balls. The male appeared to be screaming out in a combination of pleasure and agony that were one and the same. Bobby purchased the magazine plus four others and left the store.

As he walked up the street to the garage where his car was parked, he wondered why it is that the most intense pleasure always seems to go 'hand in glove' with the most soul-rending agony and humiliation. His thoughts went back to a time about five years ago when he was three years out of high school and worked as a receiving clerk at a wholesale art supply store. On a balmy spring day, he had left work early to lunch at a sidewalk café in the fashionable part of town. Sitting at a sidewalk table, he had heard a pair of high heels clicking on the pavement. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call out his name.

Before even looking up, he knew who it was. It was Sally Robbins, a classmate who used to help him with his math homework in high school. Bobby had always felt comfortable with Sally because she was sort of plain and unpretentious - kind of like the girl next door. But, when Bobby glanced up, he saw a most striking young blonde standing before him. It was Sally, all right, but Bobby could hardly believe his eyes! Her blue eyes glanced at him as the wind blew her blonde tresses partially across her face. Bobby's heart pounded - she was wearing lipstick and mascara. But what nearly gave Bobby a heart attack was her clothing. Sally had on a tight, seductive pair of gleaming black leather pants and fashion boots with
stiletto heels. She was wearing a silky white blouse with a brightly colored silk scarf. What really sent Bobby's heart leaping into his throat, though, was what Sally had on her hands: softly gleaming skin tight black leather gloves! Sally's gloves were wrist length, and she wore them slightly turned up at her wrists so that Bobby could see that they were unlined.

"Bobby. Bobby are you okay? It's me - Sally Robbins! Mind if I join you?"

Perspiration dampened Bobby's forehead as he stammered, "S-S-S-Sure! Please, sit down! I almost didn't recognize you at first."

Sitting down, Sally replied, "I guess I look a little different from the way I used to when I lived at home. You're looking good. How have you been?"

Bobby almost passed out as he felt Sally briefly place a soft, warm, leather-gloved hand on the back of his. Sally said, "I'm sorry - you don't mind my glove, do you?"

Bobby's pecker almost came unassisted in his pants. He was afraid that it would start thumping against the underside of the table. He was also aware that his trousers were probably getting a bit wet in the crotch. He blurted, "Not at all! I love. I mean I like your - you know - your." He found that he was too flustered and self-conscious to say the word gloves.

Bobby knew that Sally was now a junior at college. He couldn't bring himself to tell her that he was a receiving clerk for a wholesale art supplier, so he spent most of the conversation reminiscing about their old high school days. After about ten minutes, Sally got up to leave. She told Bobby what a pleasure it was to run into him and hoped that life continued to treat him well. As she walked off down the sidewalk, Bobby couldn't take his eyes off her leather-sheathed hands. He thought to himself, "That bitch! Who does she think she is? Wearing gloves! Does she think she's better than everyone else?" But suddenly he realized how irrational and unfair his thoughts were. Sally had been a good friend in high school, and she still was. Why hadn't he asked her if she would join him for dinner and a movie? But the opportunity had passed. Sally had disappeared into the crowd. Bobby quickly paid his check. He felt the urgent need to get home and masturbate.

Bobby's mind snapped back to the present. His encounter with Sally had been five years ago, but there were still moments when he almost wanted to cry over the lost opportunity. Suddenly, Bobby realized that he had left the garage and been driving through a strange part of town without paying much attention to where he had been going. He had looked forward to a night alone with his porno mags, but now he realized that he was lost at night in the city. He pulled his car to the curb and got out.



He was in an old warehouse district near the river. Part of this area had been recently renovated by wealthy developers who had converted the old warehouses into townhouses, apartments and stylish shops. Still, every here and there, Bobby noticed an old derelict or panhandler at an alleyway or crossing the street. Bobby also noticed a few nightclubs up and down the street. He thought he could ask for directions at one. As he strolled up the sidewalk, he heard the clicking of a woman's heels on the pavement behind him. He deliberately slowed his pace to let her pass. The woman who passed him had dark auburn hair that fell in tresses over her shoulders, which were luxuriously clad in a short, light-reddish-brown fur coat. Bobby immediately glanced down at her hips, which were sheathed in a gleaming,
hip-hugging black leather skirt that was slit up one side to nearly the top of her hip. The skirt was just slightly longer than a miniskirt. Bobby also noted that the clicking sound on the pavement was made by the stiletto heels of her knee-high black leather boots. Bobby immediately felt a rush of excitement surge through his veins. He realized that he could ask her for directions! He picked up his pace to catch up with her.

"Pardon me, Miss, Miss." he called out.

The woman abruptly stopped and turned to face him. Bobby almost walked right into her. With a contemptuous look at Bobby, the woman said in a calm, quiet voice, "I'm not carrying any money, and I'm holding a gun on you in my pocket." Bobby immediately glanced at where her hand was inserted into a pocket of her fur coat. He noticed what appeared to be the outline of a short gun barrel under the fur. When Bobby glanced up at her face, he lost his breath and, for a moment, was unable to speak. The woman had the most seductive cerulean blue eyes and sensuous scarlet red lips he had ever seen. Her left hand was clasping the collar of her fur coat tightly around her neck in the brisk cold wind. Bobby's gaze fell on that hand. It
was sheathed in a skin tight black leather glove. In the soft glow of the streetlights and neon lights from the clubs, Bobby was fixated by the sheen of the leather that sheathed each tightly wrapped finger. What was it about a woman's leather gloves that made him feel so utterly insignificant? He tried desperately to calm himself and steady his voice.

"M-M-M-Miss, I'm s-s-s-sorry, I d-d-didn't mean to startle you, I'm not a panhandler, I j-just need directions. Honestly, my car's parked just up the road back that way!" Bobby blurted.

"It's okay, it's okay." the woman replied in a soothing voice. "I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that, when a strange man comes running at you from behind, you have to be prepared for anything. You're lucky I didn't just shoot you. Look, let's go into a club I know. It's just around the corner. I'll feel more at ease among friends, and we'll both be more comfortable out of the wind. You can tell me what you're looking for when we've warmed up a little."

Bobby could hardly believe his good fortune. The woman seemed a little distant but willing to help him. As if in a dream, he walked alongside the woman, fascinated by the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement. The woman turned a corner into an alley between old warehouses. The alley was absolutely dark. For a moment, Bobby wondered if he had walked into a trap. He hesitated an instant and then followed the ravishing woman up three steps to an absolutely plain door in the side of one warehouse. As she opened the door, Bobby felt a strange tingle of excitement. Wondering exactly what he was about to step into, he followed the fascinating creature through the door into what appeared to be nothing more than a tiny, windowless pub. Barstools stood around a few small, circular tables. The only other person in the pub was a bartender polishing glasses behind the bar. The woman sat down at one of the tables, and Bobby pulled up a stool and sat next to her. The bartender came over. He addressed the woman as Suzy. Suzy and Bobby both ordered beers. When the bartender went behind the bar for the beers, Suzy called to him, "Fred, I left my handbag behind the bar when I went down to the corner store - just a precaution, you know. Could you be a sweetheart and bring it to me?"

The bartender returned to their tables with two beers and a black leather handbag. After he went back behind the bar, Suzy glanced at Bobby and said, "And your name is."

Bobby quickly replied, "Bobby - Bobby Tidwald."

"Bobby, I'm Suzy", said the gorgeous woman as she extended a softly gleaming, black leather-gloved hand to him. Bobby immediately extended his own hand to shake Suzy's, but suddenly he realized that she was holding her hand up to his face not to be shaken but to be kissed! He took her beautifully leather-sheathed hand lightly in his own trembling fingers and raised it to his lips. The moment seemed surreal. He brushed his lips against the middle and index fingers of her glove and drank in the deep, rich scent of expensive black kidskin. As he finished his lingering kiss, he glanced up to see Suzy smiling knowingly at him. Oh, my god, he thought. Does she suspect how much she excites me? Could she possibly know? How? Bobby Tidwald felt his face blush a deep crimson.

"You're very shy, aren't you?" asked Suzy.

"W-What makes you ask that?"

"Well," said Suzy, reaching into her pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes, "a lot of guys will drool and slobber all over a woman's leather glove - maybe even start licking the fingers. But you seem very shy about such things. You're a real gentleman." Bobby reached under the table to grab his throbbing pecker, which was about to tear right through his trousers. He tried to rub it a little without Suzy noticing.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that there probably aren't too many things that women don't know about men. It's perfectly natural for a man to be turned on by a woman wearing tight leather, especially gloves. You wouldn't happen to have a match, would you?" asked Suzy, holding a cigarette between two gleaming black kid-sheathed fingers. Fearing that Suzy might notice what he was doing under the table, Bobby immediately stopped rubbing his pecker. Besides, he realized that his pre-cum was already wetting the crotch of his pants.

"N-No. I d-don't smoke - I mean I do sometimes but not v-v-very often," replied Bobby.

"You know, I really don't either, Bobby. It's just that every now and then I get in the mood for one - know what I mean? Do you ever like to do things that you wouldn't ordinarily? You know - just to do something different?"

Suddenly, Fred was at the table with a box of matches. He handed them to Bobby.

"S-Sure," said Bobby, fumbling nervously with the matches. He struck a match and tremblingly held it up for Suzy. To steady his hand, Suzy placed her leather-sheathed hand on the back of his and leaned forward to light her cigarette. Again, she smiled knowingly at him as if she knew perfectly well what the caress of her leather glove on the back of his naked hand did to him. Bobby wasn't sure that he could take much more without making a mess in his trousers. My god, he thought, Am I ever going to have to jack off tonight!

All the while that Bobby had been sitting there with Suzy, he had been vaguely aware of the faint sounds of laughter and occasional applause coming from not too far off - maybe from a club right next door. "Suzy," he asked, "this isn't really a nightclub; it's more of a pub, isn't it?"

"No, Bobby, it's a club - at least it's the entrance to a club. The club itself is
right through the door over by the end of the bar and just down a corridor. But I thought you just wanted to ask directions."

"N-N-No - I mean as long as we're here, why not go in and see what the club is like?"

"Sure," said Suzy as she suggestively angled her cigarette up and down between gleaming black kidskin-sheathed fingers. "But there is one problem. There's a dress code for males. You need to wear a tie to get in. Once you're in there, you can take it off if you like, but you need it going in."

"Fred," she called, "Do you have a spare tie Bobby could borrow for the club?"

Fred brought a necktie to the table. After Bobby tied it, Suzy adjusted it for him. Twice, her gloved fingers brushed lightly against the underside of Bobby's chin.

"Now, we're all set," said Suzy, standing up. Bobby got up, too. Suzy clasped Bobby's necktie just below the knot with a fisted gloved hand and led him over to the far door by the bar. Bobby felt almost like a dog being walked. Again, he felt a tingle of excitement as Suzy led him through the door and down a dimly lit, carpeted hallway. The walls and ceiling of the hall were painted a deep, rich red. The sounds of laughter, conversation and applause grew louder. Bobby couldn't not help but notice what sounded like an occasional moan or even a scream amid the laughter. But, even stranger, Bobby noticed that the applause all sounded somehow muffled. Again, Bobby wondered with some trepidation what he was getting himself into.

Suzy led Bobby into a vestibule on one side of the hall. A male coat-check clerk behind a counter offered to take Suzy's fur. Bobby noticed with a shock that the clerk was tethered to a ring bolted to the wall by a long leash attached to a dog collar around his neck! He was otherwise dressed in a butler uniform. When Bobby helped Suzy off with her fur, he almost started hyperventilating. Suzy's leather skirt was actually a low-cut black leather evening gown slit up to one hip. But, her gloves!

Her gloves were full-length black kidskin leather opera gloves that went all the way up her arms to midway between her elbows and shoulders! Bobby had only seen photos of gloves like Suzy's in porno mags. Bobby's eyes went up and down the length of Suzy's arms, which were encased in softly gleaming, sensuous kidskin. Suzy was smoothing out a couple of ripples that had appeared in the tight kidskin when Bobby helped her off with her coat. Bobby also noticed that Suzy's gloves buttoned tightly at her wrists. Through the tiny wrist openings, Bobby could make out some of Suzy's wrist and just glimpse the very bottoms of her palms. His eyes went up to the leather fingers, which Suzy was now smoothing as she worked the kidskin to an even snugger fit between each of her own fingers. Never in Bobby's life had he been so completely overwhelmed by the power of a woman's beauty. His fully erect penis was jutting his pants out in a very obvious salute.

Bobby handed Suzy's fur to the clerk, who said, "Now your things, sir."

Bobby replied, "No, thank you. I'll hang onto my jacket."


"No, Bobby," said Suzy. "If you want to go inside, you have to take off all your clothes except your tie. That's the rule for males. You may take your tie off, too. But, if you do, I have to collar you. I might decide to collar you anyway, if I want. Women have to keep males either on a tie, a leash or a chain." When Suzy saw the stunned look on Bobby's face, she gently caressed his cheeks and chin with soft leather-gloved hands as she whispered, "It's alright, little guy. Once you're inside, you don't have to do anything you don't want." Suzy continued to caress Bobby's face, occasionally folding a leather-gloved palm over his nose. She added, "Oh, yes, just one more thing. Once you're inside, you must not touch your penis
without my permission. If you feel like you're about to cum, you may request to have a bucket of ice water poured on your erection. But you must not cum without my permission. Because, you see, once we're inside, I own you - just like I own the boots on my feet or the gloves on my hands. And I promise you that, if you resist cumming until I give you my permission, you'll experience greater pleasure than you ever dreamed of. Of course, if you decide to leave, you always have that prerogative at any time." Suzy genuinely seemed to empathize with his fears. She seemed like a naturally caring person. Bobby could not have resisted her for all the money on Earth. He quickly stripped off all his clothing, including the necktie. Suzy obtained a dog collar at the coat-check counter and put it on Bobby. She then attached a short chain to the collar, and led Bobby into the club.

Notions of what the club might be like had been coursing through Bobby's brain all the way down the hall. Now, he stepped into the reality. There was so much to take in all at once. The room was a lounge with curved walls and a stage elevated about a foot off the lounge floor. Above and to either side of the stage were three giant television monitors. Television monitors were also positioned at various other places throughout the lounge. At the moment, no one was onstage. Spread around the lounge floor were comfortable couches and plush easy chairs. The couches and chairs were arranged in semicircular groups of three or four, which generally faced the stage. Tiffany lamps were placed here and there on long, low coffee tables in front of the chairs and couches. The lighting was soft but adequate. But Bobby also noticed that there was stage lighting as well as some overhead track lights.

All the males were naked on chains or leashes. Only a few were seated on the couches. Many were kneeling or sitting on carpets alongside beautiful women who were seated on the couches and chairs. As Bobby's eyes raced from one woman to another, he realized - with thrills coursing up and down his spine - why the applause he had heard in the hall had sounded muffled. Every woman he saw was wearing skin tight leather gloves. Many wore opera or even shoulder length gloves but some also wore short gloves, which were often turned up at the wrist so that the soft, velvety-plush interior of the glove was evident around the lady's wrist and bottom of her palm. All the gloves were leather and most were black, although Bobby occasionally noted some in red, brown and purple leather, as well. All the women also wore stiletto-heeled shoes or boots. Some women were naked except for their shoes or boots and, of course, their leather gloves. Some, like Suzy, were dressed in very provocative evening gowns while others just wore jeans with pullovers or blouses. Leather pants and skirts could also be seen everywhere. Bobby took note of a sandy blonde who wore black leather pants, boots, a completely unbuttoned white blouse (that showed off her belly button) and opera-length black kidskin gloves, which reached up under her rolled-up shirtsleeves. Bobby's heart pounded as he noticed a woman naked except for her shoes, black leather jacket and gloves. She was leading a male from the bar back to her couch. She was leading him not by his leash but by his erection with the gleaming black leather fingers of her glove tightly gripping his rigid shaft.

As Bobby's eager eyes continued to drink in the scene, he was startled to see that whenever a young lady was smoking, a male knelt on the carpet at her side with a cupped hand held out so that she could flick her ashes off into his palm. Occasionally, he would hear a male whimper when his seductress crushed out her cigarette against his palm. If a male whimpered too loud, he would often receive the sharp crack of a glove across his face. Bobby noticed that many males had faces that were apparently red from the slap of a leather-gloved hand.

Bobby felt dizzy with pleasure as Suzy had him sit with his back against the bottom of a couch near the front of the stage. Suzy sat on the couch with one leg slung over Bobby's shoulder and across his chest. Two other couches were arranged to either side of theirs with a coffee table in the middle. Bobby's pecker thumped against his tummy when he noticed that the young lady to their right had spread out a new pair of gloves on the table to show her friends. She told Suzy that she might take off the pair she had on and try her new ones that night.

Suzy then did what Bobby had feared worst: she reached into her handbag and took out a cigarette. Suzy must have felt Bobby tense with fear because she reached over his shoulder and under his chin with a warm, gloved hand and said, "Bobby, listen Bobby - it'll be okay. And it's okay to cry a little, if you have to. You want me to have a good time, don't you?" Tears quietly started to stream down Bobby's cheeks as Suzy lit her cigarette, blew out the match and tossed it in Bobby's hand. But Suzy was kind; she had blown out the match so that it was cool and didn't burn. Suzy leaned forward on the couch and again reached over Bobby's shoulder and under Bobby's chin with her warm, gloved hand. The soft leather stroked and caressed his chin gently while Suzy whispered soft, reassuring words in his ear. Then she reached forward with her cigarette and, with a flick of her black, leather-sheathed fingers, deposited a hot ash onto Bobby's palm. Bobby quivered and tears again streamed down his cheek. Suzy continued to stroke his face gently with her loving gloved hand.

"There," she said, "That wasn't so terribly bad, was it? Isn't that one of the
things that strong manly hands are made for? You're not a baby - you're a big, grown-up man, now - right?" She flicked another ash onto Bobby's palm, and he started to tremble, trying to choke back his tears.

"It's okay, it's okay," Suzy whispered in his ear. "I think you've earned a nice reward," she said. She placed her palm over Bobby's mouth and nose, so that he could inhale the intoxicating scent of her leather glove. She moved the tiny opening at her wrist to Bobby's mouth and told him to stick his tongue through to tickle her wrist. Bobby did so, pressing his lips firmly to the leather. Suzy giggled sweetly. Then she moved her gloved palm back over Bobby's mouth and nose.

"Listen, Bobby," she whispered in his ear. "You're a big, strong guy, right? Now, it's going to be okay. I'm just going to put out my cigarette." As Suzy's gloved fingers crushed the burning coal of her cigarette into Bobby's hand, she could feel him hyperventilating. As he inhaled, the palm of her glove was flush against his lips like a membrane. When he exhaled, she could feel his breath warming her glove. He sobbed tears uncontrollably.

"You'll get used to it, Bobby - it'll be okay. Kiss my hand."

Suzy turned Bobby's face toward her and placed her gloved hand over Bobby's mouthwith his nose squeezed between the index and middle fingers of her glove. Bobby could hardly breath, but he thrilled to the scent of Suzy's perfumed leather glove with its lingering aroma of cigarette smoke.

A young woman a few years younger than Bobby came over to Suzy's couch, and asked if she could sit down with them.

"Hi! My name's Cindy. Mind if I join you? You have a great view of the stage!"

Cindy was wearing nothing but a pair of black, knee-high fashion boots with stiletto heels, a black felt beret cocked jauntily to one side of her head, and a pair of short, skintight black leather gloves. Bobby gazed at the plush velvety interior of Cindy's gloves where they were folded slightly back from her wrists so that the bottoms of her palms were just slightly visible. She had perky, turned-up breasts and beautiful strawberry-blonde pubic hair. As she stood in front of Bobby, she placed her gloved hands on her hips.

"Sure," said Suzy. "Join us! My name's Suzy, and my ashtray's name is Bobby."

"He's cute," said Cindy, as she set her handbag next to Suzy's on the coffee table. "May I?"

"Sure, go right ahead," said Suzy.

Cindy said, "Hi, Bobby!" as she extended a gloved hand. "Don't be shy, Bobby. Lick my glove." She let Bobby lick the 'crotch' between each finger of her glove. Then she inserted a gloved finger into her pussy and removed it. She placed the fingertip wet with her juices lightly on Bobby's lips and said, "Take it, Bobby. It's me. Take my finger in your month." Sitting on the couch behind Bobby, Suzy lightly stroked Bobby's temples and cheeks with her leathered fingers while Bobby sucked the middle finger of Cindy's glove. His erection was throbbing wildly, but he remembered that Suzy had told him not to touch it.

Cindy removed her finger from Bobby's mouth and wiped off her glove with a napkin. She then took a pack of long filter tip cigarettes from her handbag, offered one to Suzy and sat down alongside her on the couch. Suzy ordered Bobby to turn and kneel facing them with his hand held out. Bobby bravely held out his naked male hand.

"I've just started training him as an ashtray," said Suzy. "I've only used him once so far."

Cindy handed Bobby a lighter that had been sitting on the coffee table. As Bobby held up the flame, the two delectably beautiful women leaned forward with their cigarettes between the fingers of their black leather gloves. He lit their cigarettes as Suzy steadied his trembling hand with her leathered fingers.

"It looks as if he hasn't been whipped yet, either," said Cindy.


"No. And he hasn't had a glove since we've been here," said Suzy. "In fact, I don't think he's ever had a glove - in his life!"

"My god!" said Cindy. "He's like a total virgin! How does he stand it? Look at his poor pecker - it's pointing straight up at us as though it wants to squirt right in our faces!"

"Let's use his mouth instead of his hand," said Suzy. "You can let your hand down, Bobby. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Quaking with fear, Bobby did as he was told. He saw Suzy move the burning tip of her cigarette to his mouth. The leather encased fingers and knuckles of her gloved hand were right in front of Bobby's nose and eyes. The thumb and fingers of Suzy's other glove clasped Bobby's jaw. But as she flicked her ash, Bobby moved his tongue and jerked his head back. Suddenly, he felt the smarting crack of a leather glove on his face. Tears welled up in Bobby's eyes. Suzy's glove stung more than he could ever have imagined. Before he could recover, Cindy whipped her leather-gloved knuckles across his face. Bobby was still seeing stars when he felt Suzy's gloved fingers under his chin. He sobbed a flood of tears, crying, "P-P-Please, l-let me try again! Please!"

"Okay," said Suzy. This time, she held Bobby's chain in the firm grip of her glove. She gently flicked an ash onto Bobby's tongue. Surprisingly, it was not as bad as Bobby had expected. Cindy tickled him under his chin with fleecy-soft leather-gloved fingers. But when it came time for both women to put their cigarettes out on Bobby's tongue, he almost passed out. As a reward afterward, Suzy and Cindy let Bobby join them on the couch.

An elegant woman took the stage and clapped her gloved hands in front of the microphone for attention. "Ladies and males," she announced, "Our next real-life performance will be a boxing match between Marlene and her male. The match will be for however long her male holds out." Males dressed as butlers quickly converted the stage into a boxing ring complete with ropes attached to sturdy, padded posts that were anchored in the floor of the stage. Bobby also noticed that directional microphones and video cameras were set up ringside.

The butler males then helped Marlene's hapless male put on an enormous pair of boxing gloves. They were so comically huge that they looked like they were stuffed with pillows. Marlene, a cute brunette, removed her shoulder-length red kidskin gloves to work on a skin tight pair of shoulder-length black kids. They were unlined and fit so tightly that, when she made fists, her knuckles almost looked as though they would tear right through the black leather stretched across them. She left her gloves unbuttoned at the wrists. Marlene was otherwise naked, except for a studded leather brassiere to protect her beautiful breasts.

The mistress of ceremonies stood in the center of the ring and bid the contestants to come out and shake hands. The audience burst into laughter and leather-gloved clapping at the sight of Marlene trying to shake hands with her male in his enormous, balloon-like boxing gloves. Finally, Marlene just reached down and shook her male's pecker, which immediately seemed to grow a little bigger. The contestants returned to their corners, and the bell rang.

At the ring of the bell, the contestants came out fighting - or trying to. The
audience howled with laughter at the sight of Marlene's male trying to punch with his oversized boxing gloves. Every time he took a swing, Marlene was easily able to step out of his way. But he was also able to block Marlene's lightning-fast jabs pretty well. Marlene landed some punches on his oversized gut, but her leather-gloved fists almost disappeared into the folds of his blubber without much effect. But then her opponent's arms started to tire. When he could barely hold them up, he became very vulnerable. At that point, he turned his back and started to run from Marlene, who was forced to chase him around the ring. Suddenly, Marlene reversed her direction and smashed her leather-gloved knuckles right into her male's nose. He had almost run right into her. The directional mikes picked up the sound of crunching bone. With blood and tears streaming down his face, her male turned from her and, facing the audience, leaned over the rope. His huge boxing gloves hung comically at the ends of his limp arms. Marlene stood in the middle of the ring. She pulled her right glove tight on her hand. The cameras focused in and showed her blood-splattered glove close up on the monitors.

After waiting a moment, Marlene went over to her male and tried unsuccessfully to pull him off the rope. Then, she got a better idea. She reached between his legs and squeezed his balls with leather-gloved fingers. He let out a howl of agony, came off the rope and stood reeling. Marlene then grabbed his penis in her left gloved hand so that he could not get away and pummeled his nose and right eye repeatedly with merciless right jabs. Blood poured from his pulverized nose. The mistress of ceremonies came over and stopped the fight. Marlene, gloved hands raised high, her right glove stained with blood and her left glove stained with semen, was declared the winner to thunderous applause. Her male collapsed face down in the center of the ring. Butler males dragged him offstage after taking down the boxing ring.

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Bobby's eyes remained glued to the giant monitors as the club replayed tape-recorded scenes from the boxing match. On one monitor, close-up scenes of Marlene's leather-gloved fist brutally pounding her male's smashed nose into a nearly shapeless bloody pulp were played back in slow motion. Another monitor showed close-up footage of Marlene's black leather-gloved fingers squeezing and wringing his semen-dripping boner.

Cindy remarked, "That was dangerous. Someone could have slipped on that cum, fallen and gotten hurt."

"I know," said Suzy. "It shows a complete lack of consideration. Her male should be punished for doing that during a boxing match." Suzy held her leather-sheathed fingers up to Bobby to be kissed. "Bobby, how are you holding up? I'm thinking about ordering us some colas and snacks. Cindy, how about you? Care for a cola?"

"I could really go for something stronger," said Cindy. "But if we want to use whips, we should probably stay sober for Bobby's sake."

"Exactly what I was thinking," said Suzy. "Too many accidents with whips have been caused by impaired judgment after a couple of drinks."

Sitting between Suzy and Cindy, Bobby looked pale. "W-Whips?" Bobby blubbered. Y-You - you're going to whip me?" The thought terrified and yet somehow secretly thrilled him.

"It's not so bad, Bobby," said Suzy. "I'm pretty accurate with a bullwhip or a glove. Some like to use a cat 'o' nine tails, but I can get the same effect from a long leather glove - especially if I really snap the fingers against a guy's balls."

Cindy said, "And I can handle a bullwhip or a riding crop. We're not going to injure you, Bobby - at least not permanently." Cindy's leathered fingertips gently brushed Bobby's cheeks. Kneeling on the couch, she pressed her left breast against the side of Bobby's face. Suzy and Cindy both held Bobby close. Suzy repeatedly brushed Bobby's lips with her kid gloved fingertips, occasionally inserting a gloved finger into Bobby's mouth. Slowly sliding her leathered middle finger in and out of Bobby's mouth, Suzy said, "Whips just happen to go 'hand in glove' with gloves, and
wearing gloves is all part of being a woman. You won't make us happy unless you make our gloves happy, and our gloves won't be happy unless they hold a whip and use it on you."

With her leather-sheathed fingers under his chin, Cindy asked, "You want our gloves to be happy, don't you, Bobby?"

"Y-Yes," said Bobby.

"That settles it, then," said Suzy.

Suzy then called for a waiter. She ordered snacks and colas for the three of them. The waiter brought a silver platter with hors d'oeuvres, including shrimp cocktail, sushi, little finger sausages and various kinds of nuts. Suzy and Cindy spent a few moments pulling their gloves off. Cindy tossed hers on the coffee table. On the other hand, Suzy did not remove her full-length kids entirely. She merely pulled them off her hands and slid her hands through the wrist openings to leave the hand portions of her gloves dangling from her wrists. She picked up the silver platter and, supporting it underneath on her fingertips, passed it to Bobby. As she did so, the fleecy-soft leather fingers of her dangling glove brushed across the swollen head of Bobby's throbbing cock. Like the clapper of a bell, his pecker instantly thumped against the underside of the platter near the edge and almost sent it flying.

"I'm s-sorry," blurted Bobby. "I d-didn't mean to."

His voice trailed off when he realized that Suzy and Cindy were laughing hysterically. Convulsed with laughter, Cindy was doubled over with her face buried in her hands. Suzy set the platter on the coffee table. Unable to stop laughing, she threw her head back and spread out her legs encased in their knee-high black stiletto-heeled fashion boots.

"Bobby," said Suzy, "didn't you think that was funny? Your pecker almost sent that tray flying across the lounge!" Burying her face in a pillow on the couch, Cindy started laughing all over again. Suzy said, "Back at the bar, they probably would have thought we were trying to return the platter because we were dissatisfied with the snacks or something." Suzy and Cindy were laughing so hard that their abdominal muscles almost started to cramp.

"Y-Y-You m-mean," said Bobby, "you're not going to punish me by whipping me?"

Cindy picked up her gloves off the coffee table and playfully whacked Bobby across the face with them. Before tossing them back on the table, she tickled him by brushing the limp fingers under his chin.

"Of course, we're going to whip you," said Suzy, sweetly but suddenly more serious, as she caressed Bobby's face with her ungloved but leather-scented hand. "We're going to whip you shitless. But we're not going to do it to punish you. We're not your mommy out to teach you a lesson. We're going to whip you because we're girls, and you're a guy - and it's fun for girls to whip guys! And you know something, Bobby?" said Suzy sweetly in his ear. "It'll be fun for you, too - I promise. I'm not saying it won't hurt. You'll scream and howl and cry like you never have before. But you'll learn to love it like so many guys do. You love our leather gloves even though they make you realize just how unworthy of us you actually are. You'll learn to love whips in our gloved hands, too. It's all a part of what it means to be a woman and what it means to be a man." Suzy then put her lips close to Bobby's ear and whispered seductively, "Don't you know, Bobby? Your pain is our pleasure. It has always been that way and always will. But we also give pleasure; and, before this night is over, I'll show you the kind of pleasure that the gods only dream about. But right now, we better calm you down and cool you off before that massive boner of yours starts thwacking against the ceiling."

Suzy called for another waiter and requested a large bucket of ice water for Bobby. Two waiters carried one out and set it by Suzy's couch. Suzy told Bobby to sit in it. Bobby almost thought his heart had stopped when he felt the ice water on his balls and pecker. As he immersed his ass, he started turning purple. One of the waiters handed Bobby a book that looked like a small photo album. Opening it to the first page, Bobby was startled to see a photo of Burt Lancaster and his sidekick in the Crimson Pirate in the scene where they had disguised themselves as women - shockingly ugly women. Bobby turned the page to see photos of Dustin Hoffman as he appeared in Tootsie and Robin Williams dressed up as Mrs. Doubtfire. In less than five minutes, Bobby's penis had shriveled to a totally flaccid state. The waiter helped him up out of the bucket and handed him a plush terry cloth towel.

"Are you feeling a little more composed, now?" asked Suzy. "Have some sushi and cola. The shrimp is really good, too. Only, you better not get back on the couch. Kneel on the carpet." Suzy tucked her gloves in at the wrists to avoid any further accidents.

When the three had finished snacking, they availed themselves of the moist hand wipes and finger bowls that the waiter had placed at their coffee table. Suzy and Cindy then had Bobby wipe their hands dry with fresh hand towels. They were both starting to seem rather distant.

Cindy told Bobby, "Hand me my gloves." Like in a dream, Bobby reached to the coffee table. When he picked up Cindy's gloves, he could hardly believe the suppleness of the softly gleaming black leather. Perhaps not quite by accident, he picked them up in such a way that one of his fingers slipped a little inside one of the gloves so that he could experience the plush, velvety interior that would momentarily sheath Cindy's hand and fingers like a second skin. The luxurious softness of the inside of her glove sent thrills coursing up his spine. Bobby knelt mesmerized before Cindy as she inserted her hand into a glove. As Suzy also began the delicious task of working one of her skintight kidskin gloves back onto her hand, she said, "Bobby, why don't you give Cindy a treat? While she's working her gloves on, put your head between her legs and tongue-tickle her pussy. And, when you've done her, you can come over here and do me."

With his heart pounding and his pecker rapidly returning to a fully erect state, Bobby put his nose into the musky perfume-scented strawberry-blonde muff between Cindy's spread legs. As Cindy worked her hand into the sinfully blissful comfort of her glove, Bobby inserted his tongue into the slit of Cindy's vagina. He pushed his lips into her pussy until his tongue found her clit. With Bobby's tongue working her clit furiously, Cindy moaned with pleasure as she worked each of her fingers into its individual sheathing of black leather. Cindy's moans grew ever louder as she worked the fingers of her gloves to a snug fit between each of her own fingers. She then reached down to steady Bobby's head with her leather-gloved hands while grinding her hips on the couch to mash her pussy against his lips and tongue. Tossing her head from side to side, she moaned in orgasmic ecstasy. Then, with her breasts still heaving slightly, she laid back on the couch and admired the tight fit of her black leather gloves. She deliberately folded them back a little from her wrists. Rubbing the back of her right glove against Bobby's cheek, she made certain that he felt the velvety interior where the short wrist of her glove was folded back.

"Now me," said Suzy, sitting with her legs spread. Looking up from between Cindy's legs, Bobby was startled and thrilled to see that while he had been licking Cindy, Suzy had slipped out of her black leather evening gown. She sat on the edge of the couch wearing only her black stiletto-heeled boots and her full-length black leather opera gloves. She had worked her gloves back on her hands and was smoothing the kidskin on her arms.

The sight of Suzy's completely naked breasts enthralled Bobby. He had been able to see much of them when she was wearing her low-cut evening gown and had even seen her nipples outlined as they pressed against the tissue-thin leather. But now he beheld them in their entirety. Her teats were as firm and perky as Cindy's but slightly larger. Suzy placed her gloved hands on her breasts so that her pink nipples peeked out from between fingers sheathed in skintight gleaming black kidskin.

"Bobby," Suzy said. "Are you staring at my breasts? Get over here," she said, pointing her gloved index finger to the carpet at her booted feet. Bobby knelt before her. Without warning, he felt the stinging crack of Suzy's glove on the side of his face. Before he could recover, Suzy whacked the other side of his face with her other gloved hand. Then, gripping his chin in the fisted gloved fingers of her left hand, she slapped him again - and again - and again. Bobby thought he could smell the leather scent of Suzy's glove on his face. Red welts in the outline of her fingers rose on both his cheeks. As hard as he tried not to, he burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably. Suzy glanced down at Bobby's pecker and noticed that it had grown another inch. She had found out what she wanted to know.

She held Bobby to her breast and let him cry. "Bobby," she whispered, "be strong and brave. Just remember my promise." When Bobby stopped sobbing, Suzy spread the slit of her vagina open with her black leather-sheathed fingers so that Bobby could lick her clit. But just as he started to pleasure Suzy, the mistress of ceremonies again took the stage and clapped her gloved hands in front of the microphone for attention.

"Ladies and males," she announced. "In about a half hour from now, we will have our final scheduled stage event of the evening. As most of you already know, this will be a milking contest. The object of the contest is to see which lady can squirt her male farthest. Because we can position only four Saint Andrews crosses onstage and still have sufficient room for ladies to use bullwhips, only four males may be entered. But we also like to see each male shoot a reasonably high volume, so we begin by accepting entries from those ladies whose males have not yet had a glove or any other sort of release this evening. As many as three ladies may work a single male. Typically, one lady is on whip while the other two.well, use your imagination. Tonight's cash prize of $1000 goes to the winning team. By show of hands, how many ladies have males who have not had any sort of release yet tonight?"

Only Suzy and one other lady raised their hands. The mistress of ceremonies said, "That makes only two. The other entries will be picked randomly from paper slips to be dropped in the hat over on the bar. Good luck and loads of fun, everyone!"

[JayFung]

After the announcement, Suzy had Bobby resume his licking. She assisted Bobby by inserting her index and middle fingers at the top of her slit and gently tickling the top of her clitoris with her black kidskin-gloved fingertips. Nearly overpowered by the musky fragrance of her steamy cunt and leather-sheathed fingers, Bobby occasionally let his tongue dart up to her kidskin-leathered fingertips. A couple of times, Suzy gripped Bobby's nose between her gloved thumb and index finger to angle his head up so that she could look him in the eyes. With a gloved finger under his chin, she reminded him what his first order of business was. She said, "You like my gloves, don't you, Bobby? Well, my pussy is like a glove for your tongue - a delicious, warm glove. And right now, my pussy is the glove you have to concentrate on making happy. Don't get distracted by the gloves on my hands." Secretly, though, Suzy loved to see the overpowering effect that her kidskin-sheathed hands had on males. Teasing Bobby mercilessly with her wanton words, Suzy reminded him, "I'm wearing gloves for my own pleasure - not yours." Then she gripped either side of Bobby's head with her leather-gloved hands just as Cindy previously had done and worked Bobby's head to tickle her clit with his lips and tongue until she climaxed in ecstasy.

Afterward, she presented her gloved hand to be kissed by Bobby. As she caressed him about the face, neck and chin with her buttery-soft leather gloves, she could feel his pulse racing out of control. Holding her right hand palm-up under his face, she said, "Button my gloves, Bobby." Kneeling before Suzy, Bobby nervously took her leather-gloved right hand in his own fumbling fingers to begin the delicious task of buttoning her right glove closed at the wrist. As he completed his task, Suzy noticed that his erection was thrashing about wildly.

"Thank you, Bobby," she said. "I'll do the other one." She buttoned her left glove in less than half the time it had taken Bobby to do her right one. Looking around, Suzy said, "We have to start getting ready for the contest. I want to get a third lady for our team."

Cindy said, "That woman over there - I think her name is Jennifer - came without a male. Maybe she could lend us a hand." Looking in the direction in which Cindy was pointing her gloved finger, Bobby saw the striking sandy-blonde woman in black leather pants, stiletto-heeled boots and full length black kidskin opera gloves that he had noticed when Suzy had first led him into the lounge nearly three hours ago. Since then, the blonde had removed the blouse that she had been wearing unbuttoned. Bobby noticed with a shock that a vicious-looking bullwhip coiled over her belt was hanging down against her right hip. She was holding a long white cigarette between black leather-sheathed fingers. Suzy went over to talk with her. Bobby saw the woman smile pleasantly and accompany Suzy back to their couch.

Suzy introduced the young woman. "Cindy, this is Jennifer. Jennifer, meet Cindy." Bobby watched as the two women shook black leather-gloved hands. Jennifer was quite young - at least as young as Cindy, if not younger. But because Jennifer appeared so elegant and sophisticated, Bobby expected her to be very distant and aloft. Actually, though, Jennifer seemed very down-to-earth. Instead of extending her hand so that Bobby could kiss her glove, Jennifer actually clasped Bobby's hand in the warmth of her glove and shook hands with him! Jennifer did not quite treat Bobby as an equal, though. After shaking his hand, she told him to open his mouth so that she could crush her cigarette out on his tongue. As she put her cigarette out, the back of her gloved index finger brushed against the tip of his nose.

At this point, the humiliation and degradation were almost worse than any physical pain for Bobby. Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer were so beautiful that they could do anything to him, and he would be powerless to resist. Just by looking at them, Bobby felt transported to another world - a world where his pain and humiliation were mixed with the overpowering pleasure that came from being in the presence of such beautiful women. As he stared at their gorgeous bodies, their beautiful faces, their high stiletto-heeled boots, and their softly-gleaming, skintight black leather gloves, he realized with a soul-stabbing pain that they could never be attracted to him in the same, electrifying way that he was attracted to them. No wonder they treated him like dirt! It was not that they were mean or cruel. At times, Suzy and Cindy seemed considerate and even caring. But Suzy treated him almost as though he were a dog. He was a dog she cared for and treated well, but he was nevertheless a dog. And Cindy treated him like he was a little baby. "Who do they think they are?" Bobby thought to himself. His innermost being wanted to scream out in pain and resentment.

"That's a nice whip, Jennifer," said Suzy. "How good are you with it?"

"I don't know," said Jennifer. "I just bought it at the gift shop here about an hour ago. I haven't even thought about actually using it yet. I just thought of it as - you know - a really terrific fashion accessory. In fact, tonight is the first night I've worn these gloves for an evening out. I bought them three weeks ago. Don't they look deliciously sinful? I feel so wicked wearing them! And I love the expressions on men's faces! Their eyes go straight to my hands. I've never felt so powerful!" Jennifer wriggled her black kidskin-sheathed fingers in obvious pleasure. Then she stroked Bobby under his chin with her soft, gloved fingertips.

"Were did you buy them?" asked Cindy.

"At Heatherby's," replied Jennifer.

"Aren't they great there?" said Suzy. "That's were I purchase most of mine, although they also have nice ones at the gift shop right here, too."

Jennifer said, "That's true, but it's more fun to buy them at Heatherby's. When I went there to buy these, I asked the lady behind the cosmetics counter where the glove department was, and this little bald guy - a clerk - came rushing right around the counter and offered to show me. I spent about twenty minutes trying on different pairs - they were all so fabulous - but then I told the little bald man that I was really looking for a pair of full-length black kids. I asked if he was okay because I noticed that his forehead was glistening like he had a fever or something. His hands seemed to shake a little, too, as he took the gloves out from under the counter. For some reason, I felt a little self-conscious trying them on in front of him. But when I had finally worked my fingers into them and smoothed them up my arms, I said, 'Oh, my god! These are orgasmic! I feel like I'm wearing sex on my hands!' I put my hand on the clerk's face and said, 'Feel how soft they are!' All of a sudden, the little guy just collapsed behind the counter - like he had passed out or something. I was really worried, but a lady clerk told me it was all right. She told me that he often gets faint when working in the glove department - the heat in that area must be too much for him or something. The lady asked me if she could wrap my new gloves for me, but I told her no - that I would wear them back to my apartment. On the way out, I stopped to look at myself in one of the mirrors. The black kidskin opera gloves looked fantastic - even with the blue jeans and sleeveless T-shirt I had on. As I walked toward the exit, I noticed about six guys following after me. They all seemed anxious to hold the door open for me or something. When I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, I think a couple of guys tried to put their hands on top of mine - without looking like they were actually trying to."

Suzy said, "Isn't it comical the way guys will try to touch your glove and make it look as though they accidentally brushed against your hand? Or they'll use almost any pretext to shake your hand. Sometimes, it can get annoying. But I always love to watch their eyes when they try desperately not to look as if they're glancing at our gloves. They'll look away, but then their eyes keep wandering right back to our hands. Guys are so helpless and so transparent. It's really kind of cute. By the way, I know exactly which clerk you mean at Heatherby's. I think I've fried that poor man's brain a number of times at the leather glove counter. I don't even think that he waits until he gets home to - you know," said Suzy, making an obscene gesture with her gloved hand. "I've watched him heading straight for the men's room several times as I was leaving the glove department."

Bobby wanted to tell Suzy that she was wrong - that she didn't know everything she thought she did. But he couldn't. No one knew better than Bobby just how right Suzy was about men.

With her gloved hand under his chin, Suzy asked Bobby if he was okay. Of course, she knew that he wasn't. She knew exactly the effect that their conversation was having on him. "Cindy," she said, "I'm going to take Jennifer over to the practice area for a few minutes. I want to see how well she handles a bullwhip." Suzy reached into her handbag and withdrew her own whip. Bobby watched as she and Jennifer walked with their heels clicking over to a large clear area along one of the walls. He swallowed nervously. A part of him couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

Cindy stroked Bobby's chin with her leathered fingers to calm him. Bobby was aware that his voice was quivering as he asked Cindy how much it hurts to be bullwhipped. "I don't know, Bobby," said Cindy. "Like most women, I've never been whipped. Judging from the screams of males, I guess it has to be pretty awful. But Suzy's supposed to be really great with a bullwhip. A lot of women will just flay the hide right off a guy's ass, but I've heard that Suzy cracks her whip so precisely that she produces every bit as much pain without ever breaking a male's skin. Let's watch and see."

Bobby's eyes were fixed on Suzy and Jennifer as they stood side by side in the practice area. Their gleaming black leather-sheathed fingers looked especially sinister gripping their bullwhips. A butler male set several stuffed toy monkeys seated upright along the edge of an unused bar at one end of the practice area. Suzy uncoiled her whip and went first. As she swung it several times in a circle overhead, her whip sliced the air with a sharp whistling noise. Then she lashed out at one of the stuffed toy monkeys on the bar. The end of Suzy's whip cracked against the monkey's crotch and popped the little toy about seven feet into the air like a Mexican jumping bean. Then Jennifer tried with her own whip. Her first attempt knocked a little monkey off the edge of the bar.

"Not bad - not bad at all for a first try," said Suzy, clapping her gloved palms. Then she showed Jennifer how to crack her whip by snapping her wrist. Jennifer then tried again with one of the toy monkeys. This time, she decapitated the little toy. The head dropped onto the bar, and the body flopped forward and fell on the floor. Jumping up and down on her booted toes, Jennifer clapped her gloved hands with delight.

"Your aim is pretty good," said Suzy, "but let's see how deft your touch is. After all, we don't want to send Bobby to the Emergency Room."

Suzy then had the butler male hold out a banana at arm's length. With a crack of her whip, she stripped away one section of peel from the side of the banana. The butler male then turned the banana about one sixth of the way around, and Suzy stripped away another length of banana peel. Eventually, Suzy peeled the entire banana peel without harming any of the fruit inside.

Then the butler male picked out another banana and held it at arm's length for Jennifer to try. Bobby watched with a lump growing in his throat. Bobby heard the crack of Jennifer's whip, and the banana seemed to explode like a firecracker. Doubled over, the butler male screamed in agony with his hand clutched to his chest. Two of his fingers were bleeding profusely. Suzy took a two-dollar tip from inside the top of her boot and handed it to the butler male. Then she and Jennifer rejoined Cindy and Bobby back at their couch.

"Don't worry, Bobby," said Suzy. "I'm going to be on whip. Jennifer is pretty good for a beginner, but she needs more practice before bullwhipping a male."

Bobby felt queasy and downright terrified. Nevertheless, he resolved right then and there that Suzy could whip him as much as she wanted, but he was not going to scream out or cry. He would take whatever she dished out, but he would show Suzy that nothing that she could do would ever make him cry again.

"Bobby," said Suzy, "if, at any point, you don't want to go through with this, just let me know. I'll understand. After all, it's only a contest."

"Look, Suzy," replied Bobby, with a faint hint of defiance, "I don't care if you whip me 'shitless', as you say. It won't have the least effect on me."

"Are you sure, Bobby?" asked Suzy, as she looked deep into his eyes and tried to figure out whether he was just putting up a facade of false bravado or whether he truly meant it.

"Of course," said Bobby. "Go ahead and whip me all you want. If these other guys can take it, I'm sure I can, too."

"Okay," said Suzy. She put her fingers to her lips, and then placed a kiss on Bobby's lips with her gloved fingertips. Bobby thought that she looked a little concerned. He felt faint but wasn't sure whether it was from the touch of Suzy's glove or from his fear of her whip - or from both. It didn't matter. He was going to show Suzy that he was a man - a real man that no woman, however beautiful, could ever again cause to break down in tears. He was going to show Suzy that she really didn't know all men as well as she thought she did.

[JayFung]

Meanwhile, four Saint Andrew's crosses suspended by heavy metal cables were being lowered from up near the ceiling onto the stage below. Because the cables were attached to the ends of the cross beams, it was obvious that any male strapped to one of the crosses would look like a spread-eagled puppet suspended on strings. Less obvious was the fact that the lengths of the cables for each cross could be adjusted by a remote hand control so that each cross could be tilted from the regular upright position to any desired angle. The cross beams were padded on the side of the cross to which a male would be strapped. The straps that went over a male's wrists and ankles were also padded so that the crosses, themselves, would not inflict pain or discomfort. Butler males were adjusting the stage lighting, video cameras and directional mikes. The stage lighting was calculated to highlight the sheen of leather.

Suzy said, "It's time." She removed Bobby's dog collar and chain. "These will only get in the way," said Suzy. She coiled her whip around Bobby's neck to lead him across the lounge. Bobby's knees felt weak as Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer led him up to the stage and over to one of the crosses. They were the first team onstage. The crosses were arranged in a broad arc facing the audience. Suzy selected the cross that was farthest left. She reasoned that, because people read from left to right, the audience would direct its attention to the cross on the left side of the stage first. Suzy used the hand control to tilt the cross so that it was nearly horizontal. That way they were able to strap Bobby to the cross while he was lying in a supine position. Then Suzy used the hand control to tilt the cross back to an upright position. Bobby was suspended completely naked on the cross with his feet about four inches off the stage floor. His heart was pounding as he looked out at the audience. His boner had all but disappeared. He watched anxiously as the other three teams approached the stage and strapped their males to the remaining crosses.

The next team up consisted of Marlene and her male. Her male's right eye was swollen completely shut and his bloodied, smashed nose was hidden under a mound of bandages. Marlene strapped him to the cross that was just right of center stage. She had changed from her new red kids back into the shoulder-length black kidskin gloves that she had worn during the boxing match. Her tightly gloved fingers, stained with dried blood, gripped a bullwhip. After strapping her male to the cross, she walked over to say 'hi' to Suzy and her team and to wish them well.

"That was a terrific boxing match," said Cindy. "But your male came a little in the ring. Do you think he still has enough left for the contest?"

Marlene laughed and said, "I wanted him to save himself for the milking contest, but he spurted a little anyway in the ring. I know that he's probably too spent for me to have a real chance at the prize, so I'm not even going to bother working his shaft. I'm just going to whip him until he cums. Sometimes, he shoots a pretty good load that way. Good luck to your team, though. You know the old saying: Wear out a glove!" But when Marlene returned to her male, she did knead his penis a little with her leather-gloved fingers just to get it primed before the contest got underway.

The third team to take the stage was comprised of two very young Japanese women who were leading a very distraught-looking male. One of the Japanese women was wearing skintight elbow-length black leather gloves that were bunched up slightly at her wrists while the other woman had on a pair of very short, tight brown kids. In contrast to all the other women onstage - who were naked except for their boots and gloves - the Japanese women were wearing traditional kimonos that made their leather-gloved hands appear all the more striking. The woman wearing the short brown leather gloves held a bamboo cane, which she tapped against her gloved palm.

"I don't think those two will be a problem," said Suzy. "I saw them jerk that male off twice tonight. It was much earlier in the evening, but you can see traces of dried semen on their gloves."

"It looks as if they might also have snapped three or four of that guy's fingers," said Cindy.

"I think that's cruel," said Jennifer. "That's no way to treat anyone."

"I agree," said Suzy, as she stood with a gloved hand on one hip and her bullwhip in her other gloved hand. "But - to each, her own, as they say."

The last team to come up onstage consisted of just one lady with her male. But Bobby's attention was instantly riveted to them. With a shock of alarm, Bobby recognized the male being led by his penis as Gerald Harold Harrington III - or 'G double H', as his cronies were fond of calling him. Harrington was the fabulously wealthy owner of the newspaper where Bobby worked as an apprentice pressman. Even though Harrington was from society's upper crust, he did not look like a blueblood. He had tough facial features that gave him a bulldog-like appearance. Without an expensive suit on, Harrington could almost have been a gruff, common laborer. Harrington had seen Bobby at work on the rare occasions when he had toured his own newspaper, and he was rumored to have a photographic memory. Hanging on his cross, Bobby prayed that Harrington would not recognize him as one of his employees.

The lady leading Harrington was an elegant, slender black woman. Her dark skin had a warm golden tint, and her long, straight hair was dyed a light shade of brown. Her make-up was dramatic with blue eye shadow and deep red lipstick. She spoke with an exotic French accent and occasionally slapped Harrington's face with her leather-sheathed hand. Her gloves were full-length skintight black kidskin that buttoned at her wrists. They were just like Suzy's and Jennifer's, except that they ended in 3-inch wide leopard fur cuffs just below her shoulders. With a bullwhip in one gloved hand and Harrington's penis in the other, she led 'G double H' to the cross on Bobby's left. As seen from the floor of the lounge, Harrington's cross was immediately right of Bobby's. After the black woman strapped Harrington to his cross, she put a white baby bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin. The audience broke into laughter and applause.

Suzy must have noticed a look of concern on Bobby's face because she asked if he knew the male to their immediate left. Bobby told her who Harrington was and why he was worried about him.

"Relax, Bobby sweetums," said Suzy, gently stroking his face with her kid-gloved hands. "Nothing that happens at this club goes past the outer door - nothing. And I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you while you're here with me." She ran her leathered fingertips gently over Bobby's lips. For some strange reason, a tear welled up in Bobby's eye. More than anything in the world, he wanted to be close to Suzy in a way that he didn't think would ever be possible.

At that moment, the mistress of ceremonies stepped up to the microphone and once again clapped her gloved hands for attention. "Ladies and males," she said. "It looks like all the contestants are in position and ready. Again, whichever lady or team of ladies squirts a male farthest wins the cash prize. There are no rules; but it has come to be a sort of club tradition that every milking contest begins with a round of whipping, not only to entertain the ladies in the audience but also to whip the males into a more erect state. There's an old saying in show business when performers wish each other success: 'Break a leg.' Here at the club, we say, 'Wear out a glove.' Wear out a glove, everyone, and may the most enchanting seductress win!

Bobby immediately heard the crack of Marlene's bullwhip followed by the agonized screaming of her male. His plaintive crying sounded like that of a wounded coyote as he sobbed, "AHROOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!" Then Bobby heard the anguished cries of the male being caned by the brown-gloved Japanese woman. Bobby's body jumped a little when he heard the nearby crack of the black woman's bullwhip on Harrington's ass. Harrington started to bawl, 'WAH-HOO-HOO-HOO! WOE-HAH-HAH-HAH!" His reddened face was contorted in pain.

Suzy spent a moment caressing Bobby's face with her black leather glove before getting started. "Listen, Bobby," she said sweetly. "I want you to remember that my whip is your friend. And I want you to do one thing for me. I want you to hold back for as long as you can, but the time will come when you can no longer hold back. The stroking of our gloved hands will overwhelm you with pleasure. You will be completely in our control, and you won't be able to resist releasing your load. That's when I want you to just give in and surrender completely to the pleasure. You don't have to do anything more than that. Okay?"

She held up her hand and let Bobby kiss her glove. His heart was pounding as he heard the click of Suzy's heels stepping around behind him. Hanging down below the cross beams of the Saint Andrew's cross, Bobby's ass presented a clear target for Suzy's bullwhip. Suzy used the remote hand control to adjust the tilt of Bobby's cross so that he was leaning slightly head-forward. At that angle, Bobby's ass was raised a little higher in the air. She then gauged her distance from his ass versus the length of her whip. Her leather-gloved fingers gripped her whip handle firmly. The sharp whistle that Suzy's whip made as she swung it in a circle overhead sounded almost like a hiss to Bobby.

Suddenly, Bobby heard the sharp crack of Suzy's whip. Simultaneously, he felt a pain on his ass like a severe electric shock combined with the searing heat of a brand. Bobby jerked on the cross in a spasm of pain and cried out with a piercing scream of agony. Standing on either side of Bobby, Cindy and Jennifer steadied his hips with their leather-gloved hands. Before Bobby could recover, Suzy's whip cracked again. Bobby tried to scream, but his lungs were empty of air. His face was contorted in agony with his mouth drawn sharply down at both corners. His chin quivered and quaked in anguish. He took a gulp of air and screamed with all his might. In his desperation and agony, he tried to call out, "Suzy, PLEASE!" But before he could get the words out, Suzy's whip landed again. Tears burst like a river from Bobby's eyes. He sobbed, "AW-HAUGH! AW-BOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO! WAH-HOOOO!" Then Suzy's whip cracked again, and Bobby screamed so loud that his lungs ached. With his chest heaving, he sobbed, "WOE-HOE-HOE-HOE-HOOO!"

Suzy broke the cadence of her lashes only to pull her glove up after it had slipped down and bunched up on her arm from the sheer force of her swings. As she continued to whip Bobby relentlessly, Cindy and Jennifer noticed that Bobby's penis had grown to nearly a foot in length.

After about ten minutes, the cracking of the ladies' bullwhips and the agonized screaming, shrieking and sobbing of their puppet-like, crucified males took on a syncopated rhythm that seemed almost musical. Through the tears of his pain, Bobby looked out at the audience and saw beautiful women laughing with delight while pointing leather-gloved fingers at him and the other males. It seemed to Bobby that they laughed hardest at Harrington with his baby bonnet. One woman almost young enough to be Harrington's daughter actually walked up onstage and tickled Harrington under his chin with a leather-gloved finger while he howled in agony from the merciless cracks of his lady's whip.

After a few more minutes, Suzy ceased her whipping and readjusted Bobby's cross with the hand control so that he was perfectly vertical again. She walked around, stood in front of Bobby and lightly touched the underside of his gigantic boner with her whip. Then she set her whip down and began to unbutton and pull off her right glove. With his chest heaving, Bobby continued to sob spastically. The light gleaming off the black leather of Suzy's gloves was blurred in his teary vision. Bobby was somehow vaguely aware that the males belonging to Marlene and the Japanese ladies had already shot their loads and left the stage. Suzy stepped offstage for a moment and returned with a cigarette between her leather-sheathed fingers. Holding her right glove in her bare right hand, she walked back around behind Bobby.

Bobby felt the limp leather fingers of Suzy's empty glove brushing lightly against the back and underside of his hanging balls. For a brief moment, he felt the heat of Suzy's lit cigarette dangerously near his naked manhood. "NO, SUZY, NO!" he shrieked in terror. But Suzy crushed her cigarette out on the floor with the heel of her boot. Then she backed up and began to lash Bobby's balls with the limp fingers of her empty glove. Bobby's eyes quickly flooded with tears again. But each time the fingers of Suzy's glove snapped against the underside of his hanging manhood, Bobby also felt a tingle of pleasure in his glove-whipped balls.

Bobby became aware that the gorgeous black lady to his left was starting to work Harrington's cock. She squeezed and kneaded his boner with her leather-gloved hands. At times, she stopped to tickle him with the fur cuffs on her gloves. Then Bobby saw her leather-sheathed hands flashing up and down his boner. As Harrington began to spurt, the audience - obviously impressed - started to applaud.

Meanwhile, as Suzy continued to glove-whip Bobby's balls, Cindy and Jennifer played a game of ping pong with his swollen cockhead, batting it back and forth between their gloved palms. Then, with the fingers of her black leather, sin-embracing glove wrapped around Bobby's throbbing shaft, Cindy began to slap and spank his boner while Jennifer slapped his face. Jennifer's slaps were gentler than Suzy's had been, but the sting of her leather glove still felt hot on his cheeks.

Next, Suzy walked around and, standing in front of Bobby, began to work her glove back onto her right hand and up her arm. With Cindy and Jennifer starting to knead his cockhead and tickle his balls with their gloved fingers, Bobby had to struggle to keep from spurting. "As long as I can hold off," he thought to himself, "I will."

With her right glove tugged snugly back on, Suzy strolled up to Bobby and placed her leathered fingertip on the slit of his fully erect, pulsating penis. Then her gloved hands began to work his shaft. Meanwhile, Cindy went behind Bobby to tickle the underside of his balls with her fleecy-soft leathered fingertips while Jennifer folded a gloved hand over Bobby's nose and mouth. The thumb seam of Jennifer's glove pressed against Bobby's lips as he inhaled the heady aroma of her perfumed kidskin. Knowing that Bobby's lungs were laboring with the force of driving pistons, Jennifer was careful not to smother him with her glove. With her other gloved hand, she caressed him softly about his chin, neck and nipples.

Suzy alternately kneaded Bobby's throbbing cockhead and stroked his rock-hard shaft with her buttery-soft kidskin gloves. Suddenly, she felt Bobby's cock start to tense. Cindy also sensed the tensing as Bobby's balls suddenly jerked. Handling him with kid gloves, she gently pushed his balls upward slightly to facilitate his imminent orgasm.

Suzy wrapped the thumb and index finger of her gloved left hand around the base of Bobby's cock while working his cockhead, foreskin and the length of his shaft with her gloved right hand, at times wringing, kneading and squeezing his enormous boner. In dulcimer-sweet tones, she whispered to him, "Bobby, sweetheart, now do you understand why women whip males? From suffering, pain and death spring pleasure, joy and life, itself. Baby goats die so that women can enjoy the luxury of wearing fine kidskin. Males are whipped so that we can derive pleasure from your pain. When we choose to, we share our pleasure with you by releasing the life force within you. You have no control over that force because it does not belong to you. It flows to us and connects you to the universe. That's why you can't control your erection when you see us wearing gloves. Do you understand? The pleasure sweeping over you is bigger than you are. Pain and pleasure are part of the ebb and flow of life. You can't resist. You can only yield to it."

Suzy's fleecy-soft, black leather gloves flashed up and down his rock-hard shaft like lightning in a summer storm while Cindy's gloved fingers tickled and gently caressed his balls. Suzy exclaimed, "Oh, my god! Check out the size of Bobby's boner now!" In stunned awe, Cindy and Jennifer gasped, "You've got to be kidding!" as Suzy's kid-gloved hands continued to flash like lightning up and down Bobby's rod. The white-hot pleasure gathering in Bobby's blood-engorged penis grew greater than any human being could possibly bear. Bobby cried out, "EEE-YIIIII! ARRRRRRRRRGH!" as an unstoppable torrent of cum surged up his throbbing shaft. A jet of hot semen spurted from the tip of Bobby's boner. His breath warmed the palm of Jennifer's glove as she again placed her hand over his nose and mouth. Tears of joy streamed down Bobby's face. Suzy continued to jerk Bobby's joystick as his frothy cum shot past the edge of the stage into the audience of wildly applauding women. Her gloves were obscenely drenched with foamy gobs of semen as Bobby continued to spurt load after load of hot cum. With the last few drops of semen dripping from Bobby's pecker, Suzy wrung and squeezed his cock in her sinfully gloved hands to make absolutely certain that she had milked his balls completely sperm-dry.

With a towel handed to her by a butler male, Suzy dried Bobby's cum off her gloves. Then Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer helped Bobby down off his cross. "We won, Bobby!" said Suzy. "We won by a mile!"

"Be careful walking on this stage," said Cindy, pointing a gloved finger at the cum that had been splattered everywhere during the contest. The ladies' stiletto heels elevated a good portion of the soles of their boots above the pools of semen, but Bobby was not so fortunate. Because he appeared a bit wobbly on his feet, the three young ladies helped to support him as they walked back to their couch.

Suzy ordered some fresh towels, sheets, a blanket and a pillow so that Bobby could lay down on the couch and rest. She also ordered some soothing ointment for Bobby's bullwhipped posterior. After he stretched out, Suzy drew the sheet and blanket up to his chin. Then she pulled a hassock over to the couch so that she could sit by Bobby while he rested. Softer than the touch of a feather, her gloved fingertips gently stroked his face. Suzy was not quite sure why she did it, but she leaned over and planted a kiss on Bobby's forehead. Bobby, however, never knew that Suzy had kissed him. He had already dozed off.

[JayFung]

When Bobby awoke, the club lounge was nearly empty. One lady and her male were heading toward the vestibule to pick up their street clothes. A couple of butler males, out of uniform, were cleaning up here and there around the lounge. In the brief moment before the fog of sleep had cleared from his head, Bobby wondered if everything that had happened to him with Suzy had been a dream. When he recalled Suzy, he suddenly sat bolt upright. Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer were nowhere in sight. Bobby was sitting alone, stark naked on the couch.

The elegant lady who had been mistress of ceremonies came over and sat down across from Bobby's couch. She was now dressed in her street clothes - a pullover, blue jeans, a fringed tan leather jacket and tan boots. In one hand, she held a wrist-length pair of tan leather gloves. Her other hand held a small envelope.

"Bobby," she said. "My name is Laura. My husband and I are the owners of this club. Bobby, I want you to understand that this club is a secret establishment. Our patrons know this club only by two initials: G. L. People learn about this club's existence only when a patron like Suzy decides to invite and sponsor a friend like you to enjoy an evening here. Here, we are free to act out our deepest and truest desires. What occurs here is not an enactment of fantasies. It is an enactment of truth. But word of what transpires here must never pass beyond the front door. Suzy would have explained this more fully to you; but you slept so long that she finally had to leave, and she didn't want to wake you. However, she left this envelope for you. Bobby, sometimes our patrons see only one aspect of each other while they are here at the club. I just want you to know that Suzy is a very, very nice young lady. She is one of the nicest people we know who visit our club."

Laura handed Bobby the envelope. Bobby wanted to open it on the spot; but, because Laura and her husband were preparing to close, he decided to wait until he was outside. He thanked Laura for everything before claiming his clothes at the coat-check counter.

When Bobby stepped out into the alleyway, he was surprised to see that a pale sun had climbed well up into a hazy sky. There was still a chill in the air as he walked back to his parked car. It was about ten o'clock on a quiet Sunday morning and only two other cars were parked along the city street. Bobby never did get directions home from Suzy, and he had no idea of where he was. He just decided to drive until he came to a recognizable landmark. Eventually, he found his way back to his suburban home.

As he got out of his car, he suddenly remembered the bag of porno mags that he had placed under the passenger seat. He took the magazines along with Suzy's envelope inside his house and set them down on the kitchen table. Then he pulled up a chair, sat down and just stared a moment at the envelope. Last night seemed like a dream that was now light-years away. He still wondered if it had all really happened. But the envelope sat there before him on the kitchen table. And his bullwhipped rump was almost too raw to sit on. With trembling fingers, Bobby opened the perfume-scented envelope and removed a greeting card with a print of a Van Gogh still life on the front. Inside the card were one 50 and two 100-dollar bills.

The card read: "Dear Bobby - I've enclosed your share of the prize money, which we split equally four ways. I'm not very good at wording this, but I hope I did not involve you in anything that you may now have regrets or misgivings about. When I met you on my way back to the club, you seemed like a sincere, considerate man who just wanted directions on how to get home. I hope I did not lead you in a direction you did not want to go. Everything I said to you at the club was true, but some of it may have been truth that you were not ready to know. Anyway, I hope the experience was positive for you. - With kindest regards, Suzy."

Bobby wanted to see Suzy again more than anything. In the following weeks and months, he searched the old warehouse district to find the entrance to the club again. Every Saturday evening, he strolled the streets and alleys near the river in hope of finding the unmarked door through which Suzy had led him off the alleyway. He was never successful in locating the small pub that served as the club entrance. There were so many converted warehouses and so many streets that all looked similar. Bobby was never even sure whether he was scouring the right neighborhood. But, just over two years after his eventful evening at the club, he did see Suzy again, and it happened like this -

About 7:00 pm on a Thursday evening in early December, Bobby was finishing his Christmas shopping at a mall on the other side of town. As he entered Heatherby's, he suddenly recalled that this was the posh clothing store where Suzy and Jennifer sometimes purchased leather gloves. Out of idle curiosity, he decided to walk past the glove department in the ladies' section. As his eyes perused the many softly gleaming pairs of elegant women's gloves displayed behind glass under the counters, he pictured Suzy and Jennifer trying on different pairs while the little bald clerk waited on them. He didn't see the clerk they had described. When Bobby inquired, he was told that the clerk he was seeking worked Fridays thru Tuesdays.

Since Bobby had finished most of his Christmas gift shopping, he decided to wander back toward the men's wear section in a corner at the back of the store and perhaps purchase a few things for himself. Back there, he found a classy-looking black leather jacket. Bobby had never worn leather before. He decided to try it on. It was his size and made of very supple leather. He bought it and decided to put his old jacket in the shopping bag and wear his new one around the mall. As he was leaving the men's wear section, he saw a display of men's leather dress gloves. Bobby had never worn leather gloves, either. For some reason that he didn't quite understand, he didn't think that he could wear them in public without feeling extremely self-conscious. A pleasant older woman behind the counter asked if she could help him.

Excruciatingly self-conscious, Bobby asked if he could try on a pair of black leather gloves in the smallest men's size. Wondering if anyone was watching, he worked one of the gloves onto his hand. It was silk-lined, extremely supple and fit perfectly. He then decided to try another black pair - a pair that was completely unlined. Both pairs had a skintight fit and were so comfortable that Bobby felt almost sinful with them on his hands. He recalled Jennifer's description of how her full-length black kidskin gloves made her feel like she was 'wearing sex' on her hands.

But Bobby just wasn't sure that he could wear gloves in front of other people. He thought to himself, "It's different for women. People expect them to wear gloves. They can wear them any time and place they want. They don't need an excuse like cold weather." Then he heard a soft, seductive woman's voice behind him say, "Either of those pairs would be a very nice choice." Even after more than two years, Bobby recognized the voice instantly! An electric tingle of excitement coursed up his spine as he turned and saw Suzy.

She stood there smiling serenely at Bobby. Her deep blue eyes, offset by golden-brown eye shadow, appeared more startlingly beautiful than ever. Her lips gleamed with an iridescent shade of hot pink lipstick. She was wearing a pale blue pullover with a mauve silk scarf, chocolate-brown leather pants and matching spike-heeled boots. Bobby's eyes immediately glanced at Suzy's hands, which were tightly sheathed in elbow-length chocolate-brown leather gloves. In the same instant, he recalled Suzy's comment about how men try desperately not to look as if they're glancing at a woman's gloves. He could feel his face blush nearly purple. "Bobby," said Suzy, shaking her head with a sincere smile, "it's all right." To Bobby's amazement, she came over and gave him a warm hug.

"So," Suzy said. "Are you going to buy some gloves?"

"I - I really don't know," said Bobby, feeling deeply embarrassed, as if he had been caught on the verge of doing something illicit. Then he said, "Suzy, would you care to have an ice cream soda with me out at the food court?"

"Sure," said Suzy. "I'd love to. How have you been?"

On their way out to the mall food court, Suzy did some window-shopping. Occasionally, she and Bobby popped into a store to make a purchase. They had lots of time to chat. Bobby told Suzy that he had recently been promoted to working in the layout department at the same newspaper where he had previously labored as an apprentice pressman. He learned that Suzy was a vice president at a local publishing firm. As they discussed their jobs and some of their purchases, Suzy and Bobby also learned that they shared an interest in the visual arts.

"So G. H. Harrington didn't fire you or hold any sort of grudge against you for seeing him at the club?" asked Suzy.

"No," said Bobby. "In fact, I sometimes wonder if it might actually have had something to do with my promotion."

"I doubt it, Bobby," said Suzy. "Nothing that happens at the club is supposed to go beyond the door - unless, of course, two consenting patrons want it to. I think you might underestimate your own talents and abilities. Bobby - not to change the subject - but I don't think I can handle an entire ice cream soda. May I split one with you?"

"Sure," said Bobby.

They had finally arrived at the food court soda fountain. Bobby bought a root beer soda with vanilla ice cream and brought it to a table Suzy had picked out. They sat on stools on either side of a small circular table. It reminded Bobby of the table where Suzy and he had beers in the pub at the club entrance. "Suzy," he said, "I've searched all over, trying to find the club again for the past two years."

"It's still there," said Suzy. "Where have you been looking?"

When Bobby described the area, Suzy said, "That's not the right neighborhood. That's the Oakmont River district. The club is off Chelmsford Street, about three quarters of a mile downriver from there. Those two parts of town are separated by a park along the river. I like to go running there."

As Suzy and Bobby sipped their soda through straws, Suzy's forehead touched lightly against Bobby's. She had removed one of her gloves and laid it off to one side on the table.

"Bobby," Suzy asked, "why wouldn't you buy those gloves you were trying on? You looked scrumptious wearing them."

"I d-don't know," said Bobby. "I - I just don't think - that - well, you know."

"Think what?" said Suzy. "You just don't think that wearing gloves is manly because they feel so sensuous, right? Bobby, do you know how many women's heads you would turn if you wore those around the mall here? And besides, woolen mittens and fuzzy knit gloves are for little kids. Grown-ups wear leather. If we went back to Heatherby's together, could I talk you into buying the ones you tried on?"

"Sure - I guess," said Bobby. He liked the idea of turning women's heads, especially Suzy's. They went back to the men's wear section together, and Suzy talked Bobby into buying the two pairs of gloves that he had tried on. Then they strolled back onto the mall concourse again.

"So," said Suzy, "are you going to wear any of those?"

Taking a pair out of his shopping bag, Bobby said, "Maybe these." He and Suzy sat down on a bench at the edge of a mall fountain, and Bobby started working the new gloves onto his hands. With her own gloved hands, Suzy helped Bobby smooth them down between each of his fingers. A thrill shot through Bobby. At the club, he had yearned to be close to Suzy but did not believe it possible. But, now at the mall, sitting with Suzy's leather-clad hip pressing against him, could he dare believe it possible?

Suzy held Bobby's black leather-gloved hand in her brown leather-gloved hands. She said, "They go nice together, don't they? I mean the colors - black and brown." A sense of exhilaration engulfed Bobby as he felt the warmth of Suzy's hand through their gloves. Even though leather separated them from actual physical contact, he felt indescribably close to her. But he noticed that she looked at him with an earnest sort of expression tinged with something that he could not quite define. Was it sadness or perhaps regret?

"Bobby," she said. "You know, there are times when I almost wish that we had met differently - perhaps in a mall, like this - or maybe some other place. I have a dark side that I have to vent, and that was the side of me that you saw at the club. I make no apologies for that side of me. I'm a hedonist - an unabashed hedonist. I would be dishonest to try to deny that. I want to experience and savor as much of that side of life as possible." Then Suzy's voice dropped almost to a whisper as she continued, "But I also know that first impressions are lasting ones, and I just wish that - oh, I don't know. I guess I better get going now and let you finish your Christmas shopping."

When Suzy stood up to leave, Bobby got up, too. She gave him a big hug goodbye. After walking a few steps, she looked back at Bobby with a wistful smile and said, "Don't be too shy about wearing those gloves. Who knows - you might turn the head of some beautiful woman."

Bobby watched as Suzy walked off down the mall, turned a corner and disappeared from sight. He felt a sudden, stabbing pang of loneliness far greater than the physical pain Suzy had inflicted with her whip. Suddenly, he asked himself why he was letting her just walk off. Did he still resent her for the sexual power she held over him? She had been trying to say something but seemed unable to find the words. Was she trying to tell him that she wished they could get to know each other better? Bobby realized in a flash that she had all but spelled it out for him.

He took off running down the mall. He was sure that he had lost her. But when he turned the corner, he saw Suzy down at the far end of the concourse. He called to her, but she did not seem to hear him. Racing to catch up, he reached her just as she was at the exit.

"Suzy," he said, "Suzy! Hold up a second. You know, I'm finished Christmas shopping, and there's a great movie showing at the mall cinema. Would you like to see it with me?"

When Suzy turned, Bobby noticed that her beautiful, cerulean-blue eyes were moist. But then a smile slowly lit her face like the sun breaking through clouds. She caressed Bobby's face with warm, leather-gloved hands and said, "Bobby, I'd love to."


The End

[Rommeltje]

Thanks for that! Did you write it yourself?

I've merged the different parts into one topic. I hope you don't mind. But I think it's tidier like this.

[glovesnboots]

Great Story!

[JayFung]

No, I did not write the story myself. I have it saved on my harddrive (and a few other stories I will post shortly!) although I can't quite remember where I got them from.

I'm glad you guys enjoyed it!

[marigoldmilfs]

Jay great storie, you find a rubber glove stories ?