Sapphic Voices Erotica

Leather

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

The thrift shop was small and racks of second-hand clothes filled every available inch of space in the room. The shelves against the wall featured old appliances that held the memories of simpler times.

I had been searching for months for a motorcycle jacket. I longed to smell the old leather. My body ached for the feel of the time-ridden heaviness of the thick leather that creaked as I moved.

A rack of coats stood in the corner of the room and I moved to the back of the store quickly. My eyes scanned the jackets that were displayed closest to the isle that I hurried down. I loved the feeling of anxiety as I neared the new territory, always just before I searched the rack and discovered that the prized jacket was not to be found in this location.

The reds and blues, plaids and solids ran across my gaze as I neared the rack. I tried to spin the rack around, but found that it was stationary and I needed to walk around it. Each step brought the dreaded disappointment closer. As I neared the point of making a complete circle of the rack, I saw a black material that was partially covered by the other coats. My heart raced quicker. My hand reached out to pull the material out of the tangled mess of coat sleeves.

The cool, thick leather emerged and lay heavy in my hand. I looked, disbelieving at the large sleeve and then looked around me to make sure that I was not being observed by anyone. Pulling the coat, hanger and all, off of the rack, I smiled as a large, leather, motorcycle jacket emerged in front of me. The hanger was extremely heavy and when I pulled the jacket off, I realized that there was also a long leather skirt that hung over the hanger. My heart beat faster as I slipped my arm into the sleeve. The jacket fit and the smell of leather filled my nostrils. I breathed deeply and could feel the electric charge run through my body.

My hand felt the thick material of the skirt. I could feel the sensation of pleasure as my skin ran down the length of it. I couldn't believe the reality of my find, but decided that I'd better buy it and get out before someone changed their mind and decided not to sell.

I wore the jacket home, smelling the rich, thick aroma of old leather surrounding my senses. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I neared the house. My mistress would be happy with me. She would show me how much she approved when I finished with my surprise for her.

I could see the smile on her face as I took the skirt out of the bag and lay in out on the table. I had wonderful plans for this long, beautiful skirt. The Leather was black and thick and had seen better days as a skirt, but would be perfect for an instrument of pleasure for my mistress. It had cost me plenty, but was worth every cent.

The sharp shears that had belonged to my mother were kept in a drawer. I pulled them out and could see the sharp edge of the blade as it shone in the glare of the light overhead. I lay the skirt out on the table and ran my hand over the material to smooth it out. I could feel my woman's hand run over my belly as I stroked the softness of the skirt and felt my mound moisten and quiver at the thought of her touch.

I slit the material up one side of the skirt and spread the material out flat. I could see myself on that table, she had put me there many times before, strapped to the table legs beneath, naked and exposed before her. As I cut the small strips of cloth beneath my hand, I felt the long, deep, burning scratches made by her nails as she dragged them down my naked body. The pain had been deep, but so had the extreme pleasure of her touch. I felt the groaning of my pulsing clit and pussy as I moaned out loud.

My hand caressed the thick strips of leather as I thought of how much pleasure this would bring my woman as she lashed me with it repeatedly. It would make the skin on my ass and legs sting, but it would bring pleasure to my woman. That was worth everything to me, to see her smile and make her happy.

She owns me. She can do with me what she wills. I know this and am looking forward to her cruelty, because she will bring me pleasure.

I cut the entire width of the skirt in strips, but leave the top section in one piece. I will make it as thin at the top as I can, so that her dainty hand will be able to hold and control without much effort on her part. My skin can already feel her heat as she leans over me to strap me to the table legs beneath me. My heart quickens with the memory of her cold leather harness that she will have strapped to her hips and buttocks. I can see her with the leather strap that she wears around her breasts to make them stand up and out.

I can hardly stand up with the excitement between my legs. The moistness of my pussy is spreading at the thought of her touching me and at the thought of this leather being applied to my ass and thighs. The sting will make me beg for mercy and then for more.

My nipples stand erect and hard as I see her in front of me circling the table and holding the flogger in her hands. Allowing it to be dragged across my back gently before being administered again and again to the tender skin exposed before her.

I roll the material together on the top and have taken the plastic handle of a mop and shoved the tightly rolled material inside. Tears well in my eyes, I have done a good thing. My woman will be happy and I will be rewarded tonight.

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