Dear readers.
This story is for people who are interested in fetish about leather gloves and boots. In addition, the subject of humiliating a woman by other women is also raised here. If you are interested in this subject, I invite you to read. Other readers who do not feel this climate may feel disappointed in the content of the story. The story is a pure work of my imagination and should not be derived from it as a source of lifestyle for people who do not want it. The story may be unrealistic in ordinary human life. However, I did not mean a faithful representation of reality, but a message of erotic content, which I mentioned at the beginning, for people who are looking for such content and who want to read such content. If any of you after reading will want to share your idea of continuing the story, please contact me. I will try to post your thoughts if possible.
I am not a person who speaks English every day, so stylistic errors may appear in the story. If you have comments, please contact me where I need to correct the content of the story.
That's it for a little lengthy introduction. Enjoy the reading.
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It was a cold winter afternoon. Looking for work, Mary entered the shopping center for a moment to warm up. Her person, her appearance did not match the appearance of other Ladies staying in the gallery, who were beautiful, smiling, and mostly very wealthy. Most passed her by without paying attention to her. Due to the fact that she was an ugly and uneducated 30-year-old woman, she could only afford such a mean job as being a cleaner. The mean job, lack of education and especially obesity and humped back caused that every day she began to have a low self-esteem and it began to excite her more and more. She began to dream about being humiliated by beautiful dominant and wealthy women or young girls. She began to get used to it and think that it must be so in her life. She began to get used to the fact that jewelry, fashionable clothes, hairstyles, makeup, all these attributes of beauty are not for her. She began to dream more and more to be a maidservant of well-groomed women, with beautiful makeup, with a beautiful hairstyle and beautifully dressed. As for the style of dressing Ladies, Mary paid special attention to whether the potential dominant Lady wears high heels. And the perfect Lady for her is the one who would wear boots and leather gloves. Although leather boots and gloves were her fetish, she always thought that they constituted the insignia of women's power over her, so it is obvious that she herself did not wear this type of wardrobe, because she believed that they were reserved only for dominant women. Mary did not identify with her real name. She associated her person with only one word: "maidservant". Always in the presence of beautiful women she imagined that she was their maidservant and that they call her in this way instead of by name.
Strolling through the passage among these beautiful Ladies, maidservant noticed this one. She stood aside to look at her. The Lady was in the store with expensive brand women's leather goods. This Lady was well known to her. It was Madame Veronica. Madame Veronica was the mother of Isabelle, her friend (if you can call it that), with whom she went to high school. Maidservant was lucky, although on the one hand she was humiliated by Isabelle, on the other hand it was then that humiliation and training developed her desire to serve beautiful, well-groomed and rich women.
Madame Veronica was a beautiful mature woman at the age of 55. In appearance, she was about 180 cm tall and has slightly curvy shapes. She had auburn hair. The hairstyle was shoulder length bob. Large glasses added charm to her through which looked beautiful green eyes. These eyes were additionally emphasized by sharp makeup. The large thick lips were additionally emphasized by the color of blood-red lipstick.
Madame Veronica was wearing an ecru coat reaching halfway down her thighs. In addition, she was wearing a black, tight, leather skirt reaching to her knees from under which beige stockings or pantyhose could be seen, which however could not be seen much because her legs were covered with black, shiny leather, knee-high boots with high heels and pointed toes. She had a black stylish hat on her head.
Maidservant has always had a good relationship with Madame in the past. Unlike her daughter, she never humiliated her and always addressed her with a nice warm voice. Although she, like her daughter, had a dominant character, she probably did not know about maidservant's humiliation by Isabelle. Or maybe she knew, only being a classy woman had saved her this additional humiliation.
Apart from Madame, there was only a saleswoman in the store who was of a similar age to her. She was also similar in appearance. The saleswoman was wearing a beige suit and was also wearing leather boots similar to those of Madame Veronica. It was evident that she also had a dominant character. The saleswoman was probably the owner of the store.
Both Ladies were smiling and lively discussing with each other. This lively discussion was accompanied by trying on leather gloves. The Ladies tried on different patterns and lengths, but they were all black. The Ladies exchanged tried-on gloves, put them on their hands and admired their beauty.
Maidservant, like never before, wanted to be there among these Ladies now, kneel before them on her knees near these wonderful feet dressed in beautiful boots and kiss them. She wanted to hear the noise of put on gloves over herself, she wanted to hear how the Ladies once delight over the gloves, and once they mock her and humiliate her by looking at her from above.
After a while, the saleswoman went out into the back room without taking off her gloves and returned with a long narrow box. The saleswoman opened the box and took out a pair of long black leather gloves and handed them to Madame, who immediately began to put the left one on her hand. The glove was unlined and tightly fitted to Lady's hand and entered tightly. It reached to the elbow. After putting on the glove Madame Veronica raised her hand up and spectacularly began to improve the position of her hand in the glove by pulling it and rhythmically clenching her hand into a fist. Similarly, she put on her right glove. The whole process of putting on one glove lasted at least a minute.
Maidservant, watching as Madame Veronica puts on those gloves, recreated the image of the past as once kneeling on her knees was slapped for fun by Isabelle, who was wearing black leather gloves at the time. She wondered how wonderful it would be to be slapped on her face now by such an experienced woman with a class like Madame Veronica, wearing such beautiful gloves. If someone had told her then that her dreams would soon take real shape and would come true soon, she would never believe it.
The Ladies in the store talked gently for a moment, gesturing with their gloved hands, after that Madame Veronica took the credit card from her purse and paid for the goods. Then the ladies said goodbye, exchanging gloved handshake with each other, after which Madame Veronica left the store.
Maidservant decided to follow Madame, who was clearly heading towards the parking lot. Madame Veronica went on her way to the grocery store. Maidservant went through a little, went outside the gallery and stopped to wait for Madame.
Frost was mercilessly strong.
While waiting for Madame, she thought about how she is doing shopping now, how she does them in her gloves on, how she pays at the cash desk without taking them off.
"Madame feels comfortable now. Her hands are warm and my hands unworthy to wear gloves are freezing now in the cold."
After waiting for half an hour in the cold, the loud knock of the boots on the tiled floor of the corridor announced that Madame Veronica was leaving the store and approaching maidservant. Soon a longing view of her Lady appeared in all her glory. The woman walked proudly knocking the heels of her boots. On the hands, black gloves hidden in contrasting bright 3/4 sleeves of the coat. In her left hand was the strap of her purse, which it hung on her shoulder. In the right she carried a large bag full of products.
Approaching Madame noticed maidservant and smiling opened her eyes wider in surprise.
"Mary?! Is that you? Really you? What a meeting!"
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Veronica. Yes, it's really me" she said and shyly reached out her frozen hand to greet.
Madame Veronica put the shopping bag on the floor and tried to remove the right glove.
"Wait, I will greet you soon, I just need to remove my glove."
"Oh, please do not bother and do not take it off. I do not mind it and personally I think it is really unnecessary trouble. You really do not have to take off your gloves in front of me."
"Really? You won't mind? You know, supposedly savoir-vivre requires to take it off before greeting. And in such a cold one does not want to take them off." - said Madame Veronica nevertheless pulling her glove back, then with a smile on her lips she gave her hand to maidservant to greet, which she gently shook - "Ah, what a meeting. It is a pity that Isabelle is not with me, she would certainly be glad with the meeting. Listen, maybe you would escort me to the car, I park here nearby, we would talk a little, huh? "
"I would love to. I will gladly carry your shopping bag if you don't mind."
"You will? That's great. It's nice of you to want to relieve me. You know, I'm not used to carrying shopping bags, someone always carried them for me. I admit that I could use someone to carry such loads." - said Madame Veronica with a cheeky smile, winking at the maidservant and handing her a shopping bag.
