LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

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Like Son, Like Father

 

Part Three

To Timothy, little more than five minutes seemed to have passed when he felt warm leather pushing against his shoulder.  As he slowly awoke from his slumber, he became aware that Denise, standing by the bed, was gently nudging his shoulder with her gloved left hand.   

"Wake up, Timmy!" she said.  "We've been sleeping almost 40 minutes, and we're missing the rest of the party!  Jennifer has already gone back out."  

Denise had turned the tiffany lamp on.  She had already put her stiletto-heeled fashion boots back on and was busy smoothing the black leather fingers of her right glove over her own fingers.  The fit was so tight that Timothy could see Denise's thumb and fingernails outlined in the gleaming black kidskin.

"Is that a new pair?" he asked.  

"No," said Denise.  "They're the same kids I wore to bed with you, but I had to take them off to lace up my boots.  Hurry, Timmy!  You're already starting to get a boner!  Don't look at me.  Just get into your pants and zip them up!"

Timothy rolled out of bed and quickly got dressed.  By the time he had finished zipping his pants and turned around, he saw Denise reapplying her lipstick as she stood naked except for her boots and gloves in front of her dresser mirror.  He watched in the mirror with fascinated longing as she moved the tip of her lipstick over her sensuous lips.  Only the tiniest ripples appeared in the leather that sheathed her thumb as she held the gold lipstick casing with her black-leathered thumb and fingertips.  As he watched her, he realized that he was not the same person who had left the Church dance about a couple of hours earlier.  He was not sure that he could ever go back to being that person.  He had descended into a life of wicked pleasure and sin.  He did not know how to resist Denise.   

Denise finished touching up her make-up.  Then she lit a cigarette and picked her coiled bullwhip up off the dresser top.  Holding her cigarette between gleaming black leather-gloved fingers, she strolled over to where Timothy stood transfixed. Timothy could not help but stare at her wickedly gloved hand as she held her whip against her hip with her black leather glove stretched like a second skin across her knuckles.   

When Denise and Timothy were in their bare feet, he was about an inch taller than she was.  But in her stiletto-heeled boots, Denise seemed to stand at least two inches taller than Timothy.  Holding Timothy with her bullwhip against his rump while gently stroking the back of his head with her other gloved hand, Denise asked, "What's wrong, Timmy?  Are you okay?  You seem a little upset or something.  Please, tell me what it is."

"I-I don't know," said Timothy.  "I feel all mixed up inside.  It's like I no longer have any will of my own.  I c-came here to see Stacy, but now I think I'd rather spend the whole night with you, Denise."

"I think you should go to see your friend, Timmy.  After all, you came here to see her.  Would you really want to leave without doing that?"  

"N-no, of course not," said Timothy.  Then, in a trembling voice, he asked, "Denise, w-w-what's that whip for?"  

"Is that what has you in such a state?" said Denise, caressing his face with her gloved palm.  "Don't worry, Timmy, sweetheart.  I'm not going to whip you tonight. You're not quite ready for that, yet.  But you are a different person from the boy I met at the front doorstep.  You're a man, now.  The way you pumped me in bed tonight proves that.  I almost thought you were going to squirt your brains out!  But let's go and find your friend Stacy now.  There's a game room in the basement of the north wing.  I'll bet she's there.  Come - I'll help you find her."

Timothy said, "Are you going out into the hall n-n-naked like that?"  

"No, of course not," said Denise.  She crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray, walked back to her dresser and put a mask on.  It was just a slender band of black leather with two large oval slits for her eyes.  She tied it loosely in back of her head.  Then she led Timothy out into the hall and locked her door behind them.  She slipped her key into the top of her boot. 

As Timothy followed Denise down the hall and stairs, his erection returned along with the aching sense of longing that he felt toward Denise.  Everything about her - the small of her back, her beautiful naked ass, her long gorgeous legs encased in leather boots, the sound of her heels clicking on the stone and hardwood floors, and especially her leather-gloved hands, one of which was clutching a coiled bullwhip - filled him with infinite desire and lust.  As he walked with her past open doors, he heard moans of pleasure along with an occasional sharp crack followed by a scream of pain and sobbing. 

"Denise, which sorority house is this?" asked Timothy.

"It's not really a sorority house, although part of it functions as one," said Denise.  "It's the Chadwick Estate.  Carolyn Chadwick runs a finishing school for young ladies, most of whom are just out of college.  But she also lets a small number of female college students like me board here - so long as we maintain a high grade point average.  Ever since her husband passed away, Ms. Chadwick has done all kinds of philanthropic work.  She even serves on the Board of Probation and helps rehabilitate prisoners who want to turn their lives around." 

"That explains why this house is so enormous," said Timothy.  "It seems to go on forever."  

"Her estate is a wonderful place to live as a student," said Denise.  "Ms. Chadwick is out of town right now, but she told us we could have a Halloween party tonight, if we wanted to."

Timothy thought to himself that Carolyn Chadwick probably had no idea of what sort of party the students would be having - and Stacy certainly had no idea either. Otherwise, she would never have come here.  

"Denise, do you think they'll be partying in the game room like they are throughout the rest of the house?" asked Timothy.

"Probably not," said Denise.  "Most likely, they'll be playing games like 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' and 'Spin the Bottle' - or having races out on the lawn in the moonlight.  You know - silly kid's games where the guys have to prove themselves to the girls.  I'm not much in the mood for that sort of thing tonight.  I just want to relax and have fun.  Timmy, if you get bored, you can always come back to me.  We could even just watch a movie on television in my room.  Sometimes, those games can get pretty raucous."

Suddenly, Timothy realized that Denise and he had reached the basement corridor of the north wing of the house.  Denise pointed down the hall with her leather-gloved finger and said, "She's probably in that game room down there."  Then, caressing his face in the warmth of her leather-gloved hands, she said, "Try to stay out of trouble, Timmy."

"Thanks, Denise," said Timothy.  "Thanks for everything!"  

Denise turned and walked back upstairs while Timothy walked down toward the end of the corridor.  He wondered if Stacy would be upset that he had come uninvited.  But he knew that he could always tell her that he was Denise's guest and that he was just stopping in to say 'Hi'.  As he approached the end of the corridor, though, he was startled to see a strawberry-blonde girl leading two males on chains from one room into another.  The girl wore riding boots, blue jeans, a red pullover and short, tight black leather gloves.  Timothy heard her say, "Well, I guess you guys are the last two contestants."  But then, looking in Timothy's direction, she said, "Wait a sec!  Do you want to be a contestant, too?"

Timothy said, "Well, I guess I can - if you need a third contestant."  He could hardly believe that he had heard the words that came from his own mouth.  Then he said, "I'm really looking for Stacy Rodgers.  Is she around?"

"Sure," replied the strawberry blonde.  "She's playing.  Do you want to be her contestant?"  

"If she wants me - sure," said Timothy.   

"Stacy," called the strawberry blonde.  "Come here.  I've got a guy for you!"  

There are defining moments in everyone's life when the entire universe suddenly seems turned upside-down.  Such a moment occurred for Timothy when Stacy stepped out into the hallway.  For the briefest instant, Timothy did not recognize her.  Then, the shock of recognition struck Tim like lightning and just about fried his brain.

 

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