Submissive In Leather
Inside the leather shop there were mellow lights and a sumptuous atmosphere, so that as I gazed at myself in the mirror, a seductive temptress gazed back at me. Dressed in the glove-soft leather dress, that conformed so perfectly to the curves of my body, I felt sexy, even intriguing—a look I loved.
But did I have the courage to wear the dress out? The tight bodice pushed my breasts high, resulting in a most provocative cleavage. And there was a daring slit up the back of the short skirt. One thing for sure: I would definitely attract attention.
I was diverted from my self-absorbed speculations by the sound of a rich resonant voice behind me.
“Your body was made for leather,” he said.
I turned to gaze into the eyes of a most disarming man. He had a hawk-lik
