As soon as I slipped into my new black leather outfit, I felt a rush of excitement. The way the tight, shiny material hugged each curve of my body was enough to make my skin tingle with anticipation.
But it wasn’t just the feel of the leather that had my heart racing. It was the knowledge that I was about to give in to my deepest, darkest desires and submit myself to the will of my dominant lover.
As he entered the room, his eyes widened with lustful anticipation. His own leather outfit was tight and form-fitting, showing off every inch of his muscular physique. He strode towards me purposefully, the sound of his boots echoing through the room, and took hold of my chin, forcing me to look into his fiery gaze.
“You look incredible,” he growled, and I could feel myself growing wet at his words.
He led me to the bed, where he roughly pushed me down, causing the leather to creak and stretch. He straddled me, his hands roaming all over my leather-covered body, pinching and tugging at my nipples, which were straining against the material.
I was powerless to withstand him, and part of me didn’t even want to. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, the leather between my legs straining to contain my desire.
He took his time exploring every inch of me with his hands, his mouth, and his teeth, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down my body until he reached my most intimate area. He slid his fingers under the edge of the leather, teasing me with light touches before delving deep inside me.
I moaned at the sensation of being filled, my body writhing beneath him. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, driving me higher and higher until I was begging for release.
At last, he relented, sliding his fingers out of me and stripping off his own leather outfit. He climbed on top of me once again, this time sliding his hard, throbbing cock into me.
The feeling of leather rubbing against leather was intense and erotic, and I struggled to contain my pleasure. But my dominant lover wasn’t satisfied yet. He continued to pound into me, varying his tempo, pushing me to the brink of orgasm and then backing off just enough to keep me from tipping over the edge.
It was an intense, almost painful pleasure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was his to command, his to use as he saw fit. The sensation of being dominated and controlled was enough to drive me to the brink of madness.
At last, my lover pounded into me with all his strength, and I screamed out in ecstasy as the pleasure consumed me. I spasmed around him, milking him of every last drop of his release, feeling the leather between us grow damp with our sweat and lust.
As we both collapsed onto the bed, spent and sated, I knew that I could never go back to the vanilla world again. I was Lustful Leather, a eager submissive, and I would at all times crave the dark pleasures that only my dominant lover could provide.