Leather Makes The Dominant Woman

Perched gracefully on the edge of the velvet-covered ottoman, she watched blissfully as her husband tended to the shiny, new spiked heels that cradled her freshly pampered feet in front of him. His lips and tongue danced delicately along the riveted leather that traced seductively around her arch, then shifted perspective to suck hungrily on the 3" heel before ending the tribute with a light kiss on the tips of her satin red toes. Offering her approval with the slight curve of a smile, she crossed her legs in the other direction and allowed him to continue with her other foot...

Relishing her newfound position of power over her beloved partner, Debbie couldn't help but notice her heart beginning to race as she glanced over to across the room to see an outsider's perspective of their hotel room scene in the large mirrored wall encircling the Jacuzzi. In the reflection she saw a strong and glamorous woman dressed provocatively in black leather, dirty, blond hair cascading down her back, with a humble man naked but for a skimpy thong kneeling before her. Any other time, she may have blushed when trying to feel sexy in various types of lingerie, however as she noted the sparkle of her burgundy lip gloss as she licked her lips as his service continued, she felt a tingle throughout her entire body that made her feel very naughty, but surprisingly in a new and exciting way.

She felt powerful as she towered over the man that she had married some six years ago, watching a new side to him unfold as he lived out the fantasy of transforming his wife into a dominant mistress. Occasionally he would pause to steal a quick glance up at the incredible woman that he had grown to love, mesmerized by her daunting figure before catching her eye and sheepishly returning back to work worshipping her toes. Debbie said not a word, but giggled amusingly as she began to realize the dynamic that was building before her very eyes, her typically quiet and reserved husband now transforming into her devoted servant.

Somehow it was the image that gave her permission to enjoy this, proving to her that the world of domination and submission was so much more than the cruel, degrading stereotypes that Hollywood more often times suggested. She'd have been crazy to deny that the corset wrapped tightly around her waist highlighted her curves in all the right places, creating an hourglass figure she hadn't seen since her wedding day while also lifting her breasts up front and center. Completing the look was a sexy pair of fishnet stockings that she also never would've imagined wearing, along with a cute pair of stiletto sandals that she thought had just screamed Mistress! when she happened across them in the store.

All she needed now was a riding crop...

...that, and maybe a leash for her servant – that might be fun!

It was hard for Debbie not to enjoy the moment – her husband opening up to her in the most intimate of ways, inviting her own wanton desires to surface. The scents of her new leather corset fed her desires for this strange, new sense of beauty and dignity and entitlement as she imagined a dominant woman who deserved to have a naked man worshipping her feet. She was the kind of woman who made decisions and left men hanging on her every sentence ... who could make them weak in the knees just with a wink. It wasn't just a dream or a dirty movie on late night television – this sexual wonderland was arising all around her and as she watched with pride as the girl in the mirror was honored, she became overwhelmed with a deviant lust that she had never known before...

Throwing her head back, Debbie took a deep breath and found herself moving her hand down between her legs to the matching leather thong that accompanied her new corset. Slipping two fingers beneath the fabric, she let go to her bridled emotions and let out a small gasp as her fingers began to dance circles around her excited clitoris. Biting her lip as they rapidly increased their pace, Debbie's mind flooded with one image after another as she embraced the whirlwind moment – leather boots, skirts, and dresses that flaunted her figure; whips and floggers to enforce her authority; complex restraints and gags to hold her husband tight in submission...

Noticing that he had once again stopped and was now looking up to watch her self-pleasure in awe, she shrieked,

"Don't stop licking, slave!"

without so much as slowly down from her frantic desires. Feeling his mouth quickly return to her shoe upon command was the last she needed to push her over the edge and explode into her first climax as a dominant woman. She moaned out in ecstasy as the waves crashed over her, the tight leather corset hugging her like a sweet embrace as she towered throbbing over her naked husband below.

Debbie basked in her new glow with her eyes held tightly shut as she slowly drifted back to reality, imagining her servant just as exhausted as she was after the intense experience. After a few resounding breaths, she opened her eyes back to the reflection in the mirror to see her servant kneeling before her, head down and eyes to the floor, but quite clearly aroused by her breathtaking performance. Leaning in close, she lifted his chin with her finger and met his eyes anew, giving him a soft, but passionate kiss on the lips before she pulled back to say,

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!"

Sitting back and gazing down on him seductively, she then noticed his wrists instinctively crossed behind his back, as if waiting for her to bind them as he continued to kneel in her presence, and a smile curled her red lips as she learned her answer and so much more...