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For many years I have dreamed and fantasized about my wife as a dominatrix. From time to time she has talked about it with me but never has she gone beyond that stage.

 

Working for a small company, the boss would take his staff out every year for an anniversary celebration and show his appreciation to the staff for their hard work. These nights were referred to as “ladies night out” and it meant buying a new outfit for it every year. Every year I would fantasize about it and I always thought that my thoughts were falling on deaf ears; little did I know that things were about to change.

 

It was fall again and the time for the “ladies night out” was approaching. As usual, my fantasies were running rampant. My wife said very little to me about them. When the day arrived I had know idea what was in store.

 

The day began with the two of us sleeping in until close to 9:00 when I got up and put the coffee on. Once it was ready I took a cup of steaming coffee to my wife who had just woken up. I placed the cup on the nightstand beside her as sat up and adjusted herself to be comfortable. As she took the cup she looked at me and asked if I would like to help her get ready for the night’s events. Figuring it was going to be another day of being the go-for, I said sure. My wife just gave me a sly grin and said “Good, I could use some help.” She went on to tell me that before going out for the night she needed to do her hair, nails, make-up and dress. Having done my wife’s hair before, I didn’t really think anything of it.  She told me to go and get everything ready so I could get started on her new hair dew. With that I left the bedroom and collected the streaking cap, smock and my apron. A few minutes later my wife entered the kitchen where I usually do her hair. When I looked at her my jaw dropped. There she stood wearing a pair of high heeled black mules, a pair of skin tight black PVC pants that revealed every curve, and a tight skimpy black t-shirt that had “BITCH” written across the chest. She looked hot and I was instantly aroused.

 

She took her seat on a stool and I draped the black cape over her to keep her clothes clean. Next came the rubber streaking cap and I went to work on my Queen so she become the diva. While I was doing this and concentrating on her hair, my wife produced a cigarette and held her lighter up so I could light her smoke. Taking a long, deep pull, she turned and blew the smoke in my face, “Make sure you do a good job, Slave.”

 

As her hair was pulled through the cap, she began to work on shaping her nails so they could be painted.

 

In little time, the color was applied to her hair and it was time to begin painting her nails with a deep rich red. My excitement continued to grow as the polish was applied to her long, sculpted nails. As I tried to do her nails, her heel found its mark in my groin as she playfully dug her spike heel into me. The grin on her face was wicked, cruel and delicious all at the same time. I was so hard!

 

After a while her hair was done and it was time for a rinse. As my wife stood over the sink for her rinse, it was all I could do not to drool over her shiny bum. My wife knew it and said “I bet you’d love to kiss my ass right now, wouldn’t you?” All I could do was nod as she simply said “Later.”

 

With her hair rinsed out it was time to dry it. I stood and watched as my wife blew her hair dry and when it was done she looked leased with her reddish-blond dew. She looked at me and said “You’ve done a nice job, slave. It should look good with my outfit tonight.” I had no idea what that was going to be but my excitement was not getting any less.

 

After a leisurely bath, it was time for her make up. I was surprised as my wife began to produce new make-up in very dark, dramatic colors. She normally used lighter colors but tonight, she was going out looking like a tigress. With dark smoky eyes, it was time for her lips and they were soon coated in a thick rich, dark red. I wanted to kiss her so badly but I was told that it would not be allowed. She said I would ruin her lipstick and that I would have to wait. I was going crazy with lust and she knew.

 

I followed to the bedroom and my attention was drawn to a pile on the bed that was hidden by a blanket. My wife stopped as we entered the room and began to rub her sexy, smooth ass against me. She could feel my erection straining against her. With that and the smell of her freshly done hair, I was ready to grab her. I said I wanted to take her right then but she just pulled away and said “You will have to wait, I have to get ready and you agreed to help me. Maybe later you can have what’s left.” With that she reached back and squeezed my aching hard-on. The blanket covering her outfit was pulled back to reveal stockings, under garments and some black leather. I was in awe!

 

“Help me with my clothes, slave.” With that I was handed a pair of stay-ups and pushed to my knees so she could slip her feet into them as I pulled them up her legs. My wife has always had great legs and this was an experience in itself as the stockings were stretched to encase them. Next came a very sexy, black bra that revealed her cleavage. Once dome with that, I held out her panties so she could step into them but she just grinned as she said they would only get in the way tonight and she decided not to even wear them. I was shocked and the look on my face didn’t hide it.

 

The next item of her attire floored me! It was a black lamb skin dress that zipped up the back. It had cap sleeves and hung just loose enough to reveal some of her curves. The leather was so soft and it smelt incredible. I was starting to spin when she handed me a pair of black knee boots with four inch stiletto heels and pointed toes. She smiled at me and told me they were her “come-fuck-me boots”.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

 

If that wasn’t enough, a pair of very long black leather gloves capped her outfit. They were elbow length. The leather was thin and so soft and as her fingers slid into place the leather stretched to create a second skin over her nails. What a sight!

 

Her hand caressed my face as she asked me if I liked her outfit. I moaned and tried to talk but all I could do was kneel there and shake with excitement. She gave a cruel laugh and told me that I would have to be good and wait until later.

 

The time to leave came and I had to drive her to meet at a friend’s place to be picked up and taken out in a limo. I went outside and started the car so it could warm up before the drive. Returning t the house I held my wife’s long black leather coat so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. The coat is made of very soft, supple leather and it extends to the top of her ankles. Being 5’6’’, my wife stood very tall in her CFM boots.

 

As she stood there, smoothing the straining leather over her fingers, she told me that there was a smudge of dirt on her boots. “Get you tongue down there and clean my boot, slave.” I dropped and like a hungry pup, I began cleaning to toe of her boot. The leather tasted so good, I would have done anything to please her! “That will do, you have done an adequate job.” and with that she pulled her foot back. I stood and looked at her. She was stunning and I wanted to kiss her so bad. I asked if I could and she just put her hand on my cheek as she told me “No, you’ll ruin my lipstick. You’ll just have to wait, poor baby.”

 

I felt so disappointed and hungry at the same time. My wife was hitting all the right nerves and she knew it.

 

We walked outside to the car and I held the door open for my wife. She slid into her seat and her leather just creaked, what an amazing sound. We left for the ten minute drive and while I drove, my wife opened her purse and took out a cigarette. She held it between her lips and it taking a long, deep drag. In the mean time, I wanted to be that cigarette.

 

When she finished her cigarette, my wife took out her lipstick and applied a new, thick coating to her lips. I tried hard to concentrate on my driving.

 

We arrived at her friends place and I got out, hurrying to open my wife’s car door.

 

She held out her hand so I could assist her and when she stood my wife took a minute to straighten her coat out. I attempted to kiss her again, hoping that she would let me. Just as our lips were about to touch her gloved hand came up and covered my mouth. “No, you will ruin my lipstick. I told you that you will have to wait!” With that she kissed the air right in front of my face merely inches from me. I was in so much agony that I almost came right there. She began to walk towards the stair to the front door. As she did, my wife called back, telling me not to wait up. As she reached the front door, it was opened and a man I had never met before stood in the door way. He stepped out to greet my wife and when she reached him their arms encircled each other for a lingering hug. Her body pushed into him and the next thing I saw blew me away! My wife ran her gloved hand through his hair and they kissed. It was a deep kiss that was so hard I could almost see her lipstick as it squished from between their mouths. The sight was overwhelming!

 

After what seemed like forever, they parted and my wife stepped inside the house. The door was closed without another word.

 

I got back behind the wheel, not believing what I had just seen. I sat there for a minute, trying to get my head around things. Just as I was pulling away, a long, black limo pulled up in front of the house. I stopped as I watched the driver get out and open the back door.

 

My wife, accompanied by her friends from work and this strange male came out and they climbed into the back of the limo before the door was closed. I drove away to return home, my head spinning form what had happened throughout the day.

 

 

 

…As I drove home the image of what I had just witnessed was screaming through my mind. I couldn’t believe that I had just witnessed my wife dressed to capture any man, made up to the nines, and kiss after teasing me all day. My head was spinning and I was under her spell. All I could think was ‘Wow!”.

 

My trip home took ten minutes although from the way I was feeling, it felt more like an hour. I parked the car in the driveway and staggered to the door. I was drunk with lust after my wife who had turned into a Diva. With my coat hung up I went to try and relax as I watched the television. As I sat there, my mind kept returning to my wife. My erection hadn’t died down in the least.

 

Eventually, I decided to retire for the night. I knew that I wasn’t going to fall asleep too quickly. As I walked into the bedroom, I noticed a bag on our bed that I hadn’t seen earlier. Taped to the outside of the bag was an envelope with my wife’s writing on the outside. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the envelope and pulled out the card that was inside. The picture on the card was of a male wearing a hood and shackles. He was kneeling with his head bowed and his arms were secured to chains raised above his head. Beyond that, he was naked. Before this male, a woman stood, looking down on him with a whip in her hand. She was dressed in a pair of black knee boots with spiked heels into which a pair of light colored jodhpurs were tucked. She was wearing a bustier and a pair of black gloves that extended well above her elbows. In her right hand, the lady in the picture was holding a bullwhip. It was a very impressive sight.

 

After staring at the card for several seconds, I opened it and began to read the writing. It was instructions from my wife:

 

“By now you have found this card and I’m sure your mind has been blown away by my small demonstration of what I can do. Rest assured this is only the beginning of your enslavement. In the bag, you will find two things: an article of clothing, suited to your role and a tied bag. If you wish to continue you will greet me at the door when I arrive home, wearing the article of clothing. You are to obey my desires and hold this bag so I can take it from you. DO NOT OPEN THE BAG THAT IS CLOSED!”

 

I was hooked and I knew that I would have to obey. I looked in the bag and discovered a jock strap made of black leather. I examined it and as I did, the smell of the leather was captivating. I stripped and tried on the jock strap doing up the metal buckles to ensure a tight fit. It was perfect and very tight. I picked up the remaining bag and examined it. From the scent I could tell that what ever was inside the bag was made from leather.

 

I decided that it would be wise to get some sleep so I removed my leather jock strap and decided to set my alarm in case I did manage to get some sleep.

 

Around 2:30 a.m., I awoke with a start. My alarm hadn’t gone off and I knew that my wife had not arrived home yet. I rose and took a very quick shower before slipping back into my new attire. Thirty minutes later, the limo backed into the driveway. I watched as the driver walked around to the rear passenger door and opened it. He stood there for a minute before I saw my wife emerge from the back. She stood and smoothed her leather dress with her gloves still on. She then stood close to the open door of the limo and extended her right hand. I could tell that someone inside the limo was kissing her hand. Her long black leather coat was then handed to her as she draped it over her left arm. I could hear the muffled sound of her cruel laugh as she turned and began to walk to the front door of the house. The driver stood and stared as she walked. When she reached the door I was there waiting to open the door so she could simply step inside. With the door closed, my wife handed her leather coat to me so I could hang it up. She then smiled and told me to model my new “holder” for her so she could inspect the fit.

 

“It appears to be quite snug, good. I wouldn’t want something to fall out and get hurt.”  With that, I produced the remaining bag and held out for her to take.

 

She did so and then began to walk up the stairs telling me to follow. When she stood in the light of the kitchen door, I could see something drip onto the toe of her right boot.

 

My wife realized what I was looking at and told me that I would have the chance to clean it after she talked to me. She then opened the bag and told me to kneel in front of her. I complied eagerly which was followed by her saying, “Bow your head, Slave. Look at my boots and think about making them shine with your tongue. They need to be licked clean!” As I lowered my head a collar was placed around my neck and I could feel her soft leather gloves on my skin as the collar was tightened, placing me under her spell even more.

 

“I’ve had a very busy night. You should have seen me dancing with all those hungry men, I was so sexy. Too bad you were here, waiting for the chance to kiss me. My lipstick was smeared several times. In fact, I even had fun on my way home in the limo.”

 

With that, a leash was secured to my collar and my wife told me to walk behind her.

 

She led me to the bedroom and then she told me to kneel in front of her. As I looked at her gleaming CFM boots, I realized that it was cum that had dripped onto them. I was expected to lick another man’s cum off her boot! She then laughed in her cruel, mocking way as she said, “Yes, my puppy, I had fun tonight. You can tell from the gooey stuff on my boots. Unzip my dress and then you may earn the right to lick me clean after my boots are shined with your tongue. Get to it slave!”

 

Her booted foot was lifted to my lips as she re-applied her lipstick, keeping her long leather gloves on. Once they were coated in dark red, she produced a cigarette and lit it. Her lips wrapped around it and she took a long, deep pull. As I continued to lick my way across the toe of her boot, she exhaled, blowing the smoke in my face. I was aching and I wanted some relief from my day of waiting but it wasn’t going to happen yet.

 

Her boots were clean and I was told to start on her glistening pussy. My face found the right spot and before I knew it, I was cleaning someone else’s cum from my wife’s pussy. She began to moan and writhe as her gloved hand grabbed my hair, forcing my tongue deeper. She bucked and screamed as she exploded all over my face. I couldn’t get enough of her and she was riding me for all she could.

 

“Poor baby, do you need some relief, my puppy? I’ll tell you what, you can kiss my gloved hands and if you want, I’ll let you cum all over my CFM boots. Would you like that?”

 

All I could do was tremble with lusty excitement as I nodded “yes”. My wife then told said “Get to it then, I want to get some sleep before the next part of your enslavement.”

 

My straining erection was released from my jock strap and then I was told to get down on my knees. She began to rub her gloved hands all over my face as she pressed her booted feet into my aching groin and started to tell me about who she had that night. I couldn’t hold back much longer and I exploded coating her CFM’s in a thick stream of cum.

 

She just laughed in her cruel way and she smothered my face with her gloved hands.

 

We were both exhausted. As we lay down together, my new diva told me to keep the collar on so my training and enslavement could continue in the morning.

 

 

 

Having fallen asleep rather late, exhausted from our play time the night before, I awoke the next morning around 10:30. My sleep had been filled with dreams of what I had experienced only hours ago. I was astounded by the fantasy that had unfolded and from the fact that I had so willingly become the slave of this Diva. My world had been rocked by this woman I had come to love.

 

As the cobwebs began to clear from my head my hand reached up and found the collar still encircling my neck. As I touched it, a flood of memories came back to me. My arousal returned as well.

 

I sat up on the side of the bed and thinking that last night was just an attempt to squelch my fantasies, I decided to remove the collar. When my hands found the buckle at the back of my neck, I realized that something was different. Groping with disbelief, I discovered that a pad lock had been secured so the collar could not be removed. I didn’t remember that happening last night and my mind began to race through the events to determine when the lock had been added. I was beginning to panic at the thought of not being able to remove the collar and soon I began to wonder if there really was more to last night than what I had assumed.  “Remain calm, everything will sort itself out when she gets up”, I though to myself. With that, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and prepare something for us to eat.

 

Roughly an hour later my wife woke from her deep sleep. She entered the kitchen where I was still preparing breakfast and bid me a good morning. As I turned to greet her, my wife stood there looking at my collar and the cuffs that still encircled my wrists.

 

“Did you enjoy our little role playing session last night?”

 

“Yes, I did.” was my response. With that my wife just looked at me and said: “We’ll have to do some work on your responses. That can wait ‘till later, right now I need to eat.”

 

Breakfast was served and we enjoyed some coffee to help wash the food down.

 

With breakfast out of the way, I asked my wife if she had the key so the collar could be removed from my neck. She looked at me with a stare as if I was in contempt. I didn’t understand why until she began to talk in a very stern voice: “Last night was just the beginning of your new life. I am going to enslave you and you will learn to serve me, please me. I am going to become your owner. You will do my bidding no matter what I decide. Something’s are going to be shocking but you will be rewarded if you comply in the end as long as you do as you are told. Is that clear?”

 

I was literally blown away by what I had just heard! My wife stood there leering at me: “Well, is it a deal or do we go back to the way it has been with you never mentioning your fantasy again? Answer me now!” All I could stammer was a feeble “Yes Ma’am”.

  

 

With that, I was told to get cleaned up and be ready to go when my wife was ready. She told me that we had to go into tow to “acquire some equipment”. The collar was removed from my neck so I could shower and shave. At the insistence of my wife, I shaved my mustache off because she said that it would help to make a better fitting for something. I didn’t quite understand what she was hinting at but that would soon change.

 

After showering and getting cleaned up I walked into the bedroom to dress. When I entered the room my jaw fell open. My Diva was back. She was sitting on the edge of our bed wearing a pair of black high heel boots that disappeared beneath her black leather pants. A sleeveless turtle neck clung to her body to reveal her curves and encasing her hands was a pair of elbow length black kid skin gloves. They were tight and her nails strained against the leather as if trying to pop through and expose themselves.

 

She beaconed me to her with her index finger saying “Come here slave”.

 

Having moved next to my Diva, she told me that it might be necessary to remind me of my place. From beside herself, Diva produced a thin black strip of leather. She took my penis in her gloved hand and began to stroke it gently. The leather of her gloved hand felt so good and I was becoming hard again. Before I was fully erect, she placed the strip of leather around the head of my erection and tightened it so it looked like a leash was holding me at bay. “I want you to get dressed so your cock leash is accessible to me. I may need to keep you in line while we are out.”  I eagerly complied.

 

In a few minutes we were ready to go. I had followed my Diva’s directions and pulled on the clothes that she thought to be appropriate. I held her black leather coat so she could slip her arms into the sleeves and with that we were on our way. Diva looked awesome decked out entirely in black leather. I was in awe!

 

We drove into town and I followed the directions given me y my Diva. At her instruction, we arrived at a shop in the downtown core. I recognized the name and smiled as I wondered what my Diva was going to find at a custom leather shop. I parked the car as close as possible and hustled to open her door. Before I could get to it though, she had opened it and was emerging from the car. I took her hand to help her, feeling the leather as it slid into my hand. I wanted to kiss her right there and as I attempted to my wife just exhaled her cigarette smoke in my face telling me to control myself. I was spun!

 

We went into the leather shop and my wife exchanged greetings with the owner. She explained to the shop owner that we were there to have “something made”. The shop owner smiled and acknowledged seeming to know what my wife was taking about. With that I was guided to a chair and told to sit. My coat was loosened off and my shirt collar was undone by my wife, keeping her gloves on the whole time. I could smell her leather hands and the aroma was mesmerizing. My eyes must have closed at the assault on my senses because before I could open them, my head was encased in what felt and smelt like leather. I could barely hear my wife as she gave instructions to the shop owner, telling her how to shape the hood that was being made for me. I could feel my wife’s hands as she smoothed the leather over my face and head. I could hardly breathe and my head was spinning. I felt a pencil marking where the eyes had to be cut and the hole for my mouth too. After several minutes and struggling to breath, the leather was removed and my wife stood there looking at me. I could tell from the gleam in her eyes that she was excited and I knew there was more to come.

  

  

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