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The Psychiatrist
Michael Green was on the psychiatrist's couch working
up the nerve to discuss something very private in his
life. He checked around town for a female
psychiatrist because he didn't think he could talk
about this subject to another man - even if that man
was his doctor.
"Doctor Moore, I find this very difficult to talk
about."
Doctor Nancy E. Moore was tops in her field. She was
also quite the looker which made Michael's confession
all the more difficult. Doctor Moore was sitting
across from Michael wearing a black pant suit with
black leather high heeled pumps. The light blue
blouse accented her blue eyes.
"Michael, as I have told you in our earlier sessions,
whatever you tell me is held in the strictest
confidence. The doctor-patient privilege does not
allow me to discuss anything you tell me to anyone.
So, take a deep breath and simply tell me what is
really bothering you."
Michael had a fetish for leather gloves and wanted to
know if he was normal and what caused him to have this
fetish. He thought he was unique in the world. The
intense desire to be touched by a woman wearing
leather gloves was all consuming. He wanted to find
out why and he thought a psychiatrist would be able to
peer deep into his psyche.
"Doctor, you're right. Please realize that I have
never said this to anyone. You will be the only
person who will know my secret. I trust the
doctor-patient privilege you have been telling me
about. So here goes. Doc, I have a fetish for women
wearing leather gloves. I want to know why. There, I
said it and it is a load off of my mind."
Doctor Moore did not change her expression. She sat
waiting for more. Realizing that Michael simply
wanted to know why he fancied women wearing leather
gloves and had nothing else to say, she said "Well
Michael, that wasn't so difficult, was it? You most
likely have this fondness for women wearing leather
gloves because of something that happened to you
during your childhood. Let's talk about gloves and
when you were growing up."
"I don't know what you mean," said Michael in
response.
"Tell me Michael, did your Mom wear leather gloves?"
Michael figured that psychiatrists everywhere always
wanted to blame people's problems on something their
Mom or Dad did to them when they were young. It
looked like the beautiful Doctor Nancy E. Moore was no
different. Michael propped himself up on an elbow.
"No Doctor. My mom wore wool mittens during the cold
weather. There has to be something else that is
causing this fetish of mine."
Doctor Moore was used to her patients rejecting the
possibility that their problems were caused by
overprotective or drunken parents. She decided to
explore the possibility of hypnosis with Michael.
"Michael, would you consider undergoing hypnosis so I
can peer into your subconscious? Oft times, a patient
under hypnosis will bring things to the surface they
have pushed far back in their mind. What do you
think?"
Michael thought about this. He always wanted to be
hypnotized but didn't think he could be. Why not, he
thought to himself.
"If you think you can determine the root cause of my
concern, I would volunteer to undergo hypnosis."
"Well Michael, I can only try to determine why you
have this fetish. I can not guarantee anything. But
there is a very good chance we will uncover something.
Unfortunately, we will not be able to do hypnosis at
today's session. When you come back next week, we
will perform the hypnotherapy."
Michael left the doctor's office feeling a little
better about himself. He might finally be able to
know why leather gloves held such a power over him.
A week later, Michael found himself in Doctor Moore's
office ready to attempt hypnotherapy. Doctor Moore
was wearing a blue skirt, white blouse and high heeled
blue leather pumps. Michael found the Doctor's legs
quite attractive.
"Michael, you understand that once you are hypnotized,
I will ask you questions to try and determine the root
cause for your fondness of women wearing leather
gloves. When you are awakened from the session, you
will not remember anything we discussed. Are you
ready?"
This disturbed Michael. He wasn't aware that he
wouldn't remember anything while under hypnosis. But
then again, he didn't think he could be hypnotized.
"I'm ready Doctor. Just tell me what I have to do."
Doctor Moore explained what she was going to do in
detail. Michael listened very intently. He was
feeling very tired and hoped he wasn't going to fall
asleep in front of her.
The next thing Michael realized was Doctor Moore
shaking his shoulder.
"Michael, we are finished. How are you feeling?"
Michael thought to himself - finished? How could that
be. He glanced at his watch and saw that over an hour
had elapsed! He sat up straight and asked what had
happened.
"Doctor, are you serious? The hypnotherapy session is
over? I don't remember anything. What did I say?
Did you determine anything?"
"Michael, I know you have many questions. Coming out
of a hypnotic session into the physical world can be
startling at times. But, everything worked fine. I
think I have determined why you have a fondness for
leather gloves."
Michael said, "Wonderful. Please tell me what you
found out."
The Doctor began explaining, "It took me several
minutes to take you back in time, but I was able to
isolate the single event that happened to you. This
single event was very intense and explains why you
have this desire - this fetish - for women wearing
leather gloves."
"Doctor, please, tell me the story of this single
event?" Michael could hardly wait to hear.
"This event happened to you when you were 15 years
old. I believe you have pushed this from your memory.
Only your subconscious remembered the events that
resulted in your fetish for leather gloves. I have
taken extensive notes and will go over them with you
now."
Doctor Moore shifted in her chair and crossed her
legs. Michael took notice.
"You were 15 years old and your parents had to attend
a conference out of the city. They had to be gone
overnight. But they did not want to leave you alone
so they asked if your neighbor, Elizabeth Braun would
be kind enough to spend the night at your house.
Michael, do you remember Elizabeth?"
Michael did remember Elizabeth "Liz" Braun. She was 7
years older than he was and was his first real love.
How could Michael ever forget Liz?
"Of course I remember Liz. She was our neighbor. She
was also my baby-sitter when I was real young. And I
remember when my parents had to go away to that
conference. I could have stayed alone - I didn't need
a baby sitter."
The Doctor continued. "Michael, I have isolated your
fetish for leather gloves to this night. Here are the
events as they happened."
Michael sat entranced as he listened to the Doctor
read through her notes.
"Elizabeth came over to the house right before your
parents left for their trip. She received the phone
numbers on how to reach your parents in the event of
an emergency. Then your parents left. You were still
upset because you didn't think a 15 year old needed a
baby sitter. You stayed in your room for the longest
time and then decided not to take it out on Elizabeth
who was only helping your parents. Elizabeth was
watching TV. She made some popcorn for both of you to
enjoy. Since the next day was a school day, she asked
that you go to bed by 10:00. You complied. But, at
11:00, an hour after you were supposed to be in bed
sleeping, you decided to pull a stunt and scare
Elizabeth. So you snuck downstairs in your pajamas
and you planned on sneaking up behind Elizabeth to
scare the living daylights out of her."
Michael tried to remember the details of that night,
but couldn't bring them to the surface. Was it
possible that whatever happened that night caused him
to have a devotion to leather gloves. He continued to
listen to Doctor Moore relate the events of that
night.
"But when you got downstairs, Elizabeth was nowhere to
be found. You did hear a noise coming from the
downstairs half bath, so you figured that is where she
was. You decided to hide behind the curtains and then
jump out at her. But what happened next surprised you
and you decided to stay hidden behind the curtains.
The door to the bathroom opened and Elizabeth came
out. She was wearing different clothes. Instead of
the blue jeans she was wearing when she came over, she
was now wearing skin tight black leather pants. And
instead of comfortable sneakers, she was wearing black
high heeled boots that disappeared under the leather
pants. Her sweatshirt was also replaced with a black
skin tight leather halter top. You were excited and
confused at the same time. Elizabeth's head spun
toward the front door where there was a light
knocking."
Michael tried to remember this. How could he forget
Liz clad in black leather! Maybe the hypnotherapy
session uncovered what he would have liked to have had
happen - not what actually happened. Doctor Moore
continued.
"Elizabeth went over to the front door and peered
through the spy hole. She opened the door and a 'big,
football jock' came in and gave her a big kiss. They
spoke to each other but you couldn't hear what they
were saying. Elizabeth then brought her 'boyfriend'
over to the couch and made him lie down. What she did
next both surprised and excited you. Elizabeth
reached down to her purse and extracted a pair of very
long black leather gloves. She stood in front of the
smiling boyfriend and slowly and seductively pulled
each glove on. You couldn't believe what you were
seeing."
Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing! How
could he forget something like this! He began to
question whether or not he was even hypnotized.
"Elizabeth took off her boyfriend's pants and began
stroking his cock. He fondled her breasts through the
leather halter. Even though you were only 15, your
cock also began to rise at the site of this black
leather masturbation. It didn't take long, the
boyfriend 'shot his wad' - I am repeating what you
told me - into Elizabeth's black leather hand. She
wiped her cum splashed gloves on his chest and cleaned
them the best she could. They kissed and played with
each other for another half an hour before the
boyfriend said he had to leave."
Michael was still silently questioning whether or not
he had been hypnotized.
"After Elizabeth let her boyfriend out and shut the
door behind him, you made your first mistake. In your
interest to watch the leather clad body of your baby
sitter still wearing the gloves, you moved the
curtains too far and the noise they made when they
slid down the rod caused Elizabeth to look over in
your direction. You had been caught! For whatever
reason, you decided to bolt across the room and head
for your bedroom. You may have been a scared 15 year
old boy, but you were being chased by a rather upset
22 year old woman. You told me that you couldn't
believe how fast she moved in her high heeled boots.
She tackled you from behind and rolled you over on
your back. She straddled her black leather encased
legs around your pajama covered waist and pinned your
hands above your head. You told me how wonderful her
soft leather hands felt."
All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning followed by
a clap of thunder, Michael remembered the incident in
detail. He did not know why his mind hid this from
him all these years, but the retelling of the story
brought it back to him as clear as day. This look of
recognition was obvious to the Doctor.
"Michael, would you like to finish the story? I think
you remember the details now."
Michael then began while staring off into space. "Liz
was on top of me. I was afraid. But at the same
time, I was excited. Never in my wildest dreams could
I have imagined that Elizabeth Braun, my first true
crush, would be wearing this very sexy black leather
outfit pinning me to my living room floor while my
parents were away at a conference. I tried to yell
out to 'let me go!' but Liz's gloved hand quickly
clamped down over my mouth. And she told me to 'be
quiet'. The way she said it, I had to obey. She then
asked me what I saw. I couldn't lie to her. I told
her everything. She had this defeated look on her
face and I thought she was going to let me go. But
then, a steely resolve came over her face. She looked
deep into my eyes. She told me that I couldn't tell
anyone about what I saw. She hesitated for a few
moments then said to me that if I tell anyone anything
about what happened, she would find me and dressed in
the outfit she was now wearing - she would smother me.
Then she..."
Michael's mouth went dry. He couldn't continue.
Doctor Moore's voice penetrated his thoughts into the
past.
"Michael, what did Elizabeth say?"
Michael regained his composure and continued. "She
took her left gloved hand and squeezed my nose shut
while at the same time took her right gloved hand and
clamped my mouth shut very tight. She said '... I'll
smother you like this'. I thought I was going to die
on my living room floor - the air cut off from me. I
was being smothered. And this excited me. I started
to get a hard-on. Liz, who was straddling me, felt me
start to rise."
Michael didn't see it, but Doctor Moore formed a
little smile on her face.
Michael went on. "Liz pulled both hands away from my
face and started to smile. She knew I was getting
excited. She said, 'So, I think you like the thought
of me smothering you.' She moved her body so she was
no longer straddling me. She started to caress me
through my pajamas. I loved the feeling of her gloved
hands touching me but I was also very embarrassed. I
pleaded with her to stop and promised that I would
never tell this story to anyone ever again."
Doctor Moore uncrossed her legs and stood up. She
said, "Well, Michael. I do believe we have determined
why you have this fetish for women wearing leather
gloves."
Michael also stood up. "Wait, I don't think this
explains why I like leather gloves! She threatened to
kill me!"
Doctor Moore said, "Calm down Michael. We probably
need just one more session for me to truly explain
what I have discovered. Unfortunately, we are out of
time today. I do have an opening tomorrow. Can you
come by the office at 4:30 tomorrow?"
"That will not be a problem. I will see you at 4:30
tomorrow. I can't wait to hear your analysis on
this."
The next day, Michael arrived at the Doctor's office.
Doctor Moore was, once again, fashionably dressed this
time wearing red pants with a white blouse accented
with high heeled red leather pumps.
The Doctor wanted to hypnotize Michael just one last
time. Michael agreed. Doctor Moore hypnotized
Michael the same way she did the first time.
Doctor Moore had to shake Michael's shoulder once
again to wake him from his hypnotherapy session.
Several hours had passed. He was a little more groggy
after this session. His arms felt very heavy. He
could hardly move them. He glanced around the room.
He was no longer in the Doctor's office. And his
hands were heavy because his arms were tied to a
chair.
"Hey! What's going on? Doctor Moore! Doctor Moore!
Where are you?"
The sound of boot heels could be heard clicking across
the floor from behind him. Stepping into his field of
view was Doctor Moore. But she was no longer wearing
red pants with a white blouse! Doctor Moore was now
wearing skin tight black leather pants covering high
heeled black leather boots. She was also wearing a
skin tight black leather halter. And adorning her
arms were very long unlined black leather gloves!
"Michael," Doctor Moore said, "what have you gone and
done? I thought you promised me you would keep what
happened that night our secret."
Michael looked at her very questioningly.
"Michael, my name is Nancy Elizabeth Moore. My maiden
name was Nancy Elizabeth Braun. Everyone used to call
me Liz."
And then it hit him. The beautiful Doctor Moore was
his old baby-sitter Liz! How could he have not known
this!
She continued. "Michael, I am a widow now. My
husband died several years ago. I decided to keep his
name though. You probably remember him - he was at
your house. Yes, he was my boyfriend, as you so aptly
called him."
Michael asked, "So, how did he die? He seemed in very
good shape when I last saw him."
Liz said he suffered a heart attack. She smiled and
then added, "but it was brought on by the fact he
couldn't breathe. He was smothered."
A smile formed at the corner of her lips. When she
said this, Michael started to get a hard-on.
"Michael, you remember what I said I was going to do
to you if you ever told anyone about what happened
that night. Right?"
Liz then reached her left black leather covered hand
out and squeezed Michael's nose shut. His hard-on
continued to rise.
"Michael, I always liked you when we were growing up.
It's too bad you couldn't keep a secret. Now that you
remembered what happened, I can't run the risk of you
telling someone. I have a career. It's too bad I'm
such a good psychiatrist. If you had kept those
memories repressed, who knows, we may have started
dating and even had leather sex together. But, you
remembered everything. Good-bye Michael."
Liz then straddled Michael tied in the chair. While
still holding his nose shut with her left hand, Liz
kissed Michael on the lips. Pulling back from the
kiss, her right gloved hand clamped across his mouth
in a vise like grip. Michael started to struggle but
couldn't move as the binds that held him in place were
very tight around his arms and legs. Michael's eyes
started to bulge. Liz was riding a bucking bronco and
struggled to maintain a firm airtight hold with her
gloves while pulling the life from Michael. The last
thing Michael saw was the smiling face and intense
blue eyes of Nancy Elizabeth Braun Moore. Her black
leather gloves kept a tight hold as she smothered the
life from Michael Green.
This city would have one more murder mystery to solve.
The final police report summed up Mr. Michael Green's
end as death by suffocation. They had no clues to
follow as the murderer left no finger prints. The
murderer was wearing gloves.
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