#1905: Lady in Leather
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April, a woman with a passion for leather and kink, discovers her love for domination when she meets a mysterious man at a club. Inviting him home, she confidently wears her leather attire, as they explore the exhilarating world of power play and submission, forging a connection beyond the physical realm.
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Transcript
April moved to London because it was known to be a bustling city known for its vibrant nightlife and eclectic mix of people. She was a strong, independent woman with a secret passion for the kink scene. With a closet full of leather clothing, she relished the feeling of the material against her skin, the way it hugged her curves and made her feel powerful and in control.
After a long week and wholesome Saturday, April decided to venture out to one of her favourite underground clubs that evening for less than vanilla fun. It was a place where people from all walks of life could come together and indulge in their deepest desires, free from judgement. As she walked through the dimly lit club, April felt the anticipation building inside her, the same excitement that always accompanied her when she was about to explore her passions.
It was there that she locked eyes with a mysterious man, standing alone by the bar. His face was obscured by the shadows, but there was something about him that intrigued April. Their gazes lingered, and April felt a magnetic pull drawing her towards him. She decided to approach the man, her curiosity piqued.
"Hi," she said, extending her hand with a confident smile. "I'm April."
The man didn't say a word, but he took her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. The gesture sent shivers down April's spine, and she knew that there was something special about this enigmatic stranger.
Feeling the chemistry between them intensifying, after a few drinks and enjoying the surroundings April invited the man back to her flat. As they walked through the dark streets, the excitement grew, and April could hardly wait to get home and unleash her true self. She knew that the moment she slipped into her full leather attire, she would feel a surge of dominance, and the thought thrilled her.
Once inside her flat, April wasted no time. She led the man to her bedroom, where she unveiled her extensive collection of leather clothing. The mysterious man's eyes widened as he took in the sight, and April could see the desire in his gaze. She instructed him to wait where he was, her tone firm and commanding.
The man nodded, his anticipation palpable. April retreated to her dressing room and selected her favourite leather outfit – a form-fitting corset and matching skirt that hugged her body like a second skin. She hair slicked back in a high ponytail and felt the familiar rush of power coursing through her veins, she was ready.
When she returned to the bedroom, the man's eyes lit up, and April revelled in the way he admired her. The leather felt so tight on her skin. Providing her with empowering structure, especially over men like the one who now stood before her.
She asked the man’s name, but he hesitated, saying he would prefer to remain anonymous.
April raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. She decided to play along, sensing that there was much more to this man than met the eye. She could feel her own dominance growing stronger, and she relished the thought of what was to come.
With a tone that oozed authority she told him to call his Mistress April.
The man bowed his head, clearly submitting to her dominance. April smiled, her heart racing with excitement. This was what she lived for – the thrill of control, the power she felt when wearing her beloved leather clothing.
She told her mystery man to get on his knees. He willingly dropped down as April reached for his shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing his bare chest. She pulled his head into her groin and told him to do as he was told, if he knew what was good for him. The man nodded in agreement.
April, fully in control, told him to stand and drop his trousers and boxers to the floor. When he stood bare she told him to lay on the bed face down. Again, he listened dutifully to her instructions. Reaching into her cupboard she grabbed the handle of her leather whip, made of fine strips of leather, letting it dangle in her hand.
She began with light strokes over the man's ass, before spinning the handle so that the leather cracked against his skin harder. Then, when she decided she couldn’t wait anymore, she pulled the whip back and slapped it across his ass as hard as she could. A yelp left his mouth as April slapped it back down, another yelp followed. She repeated her whips then moved back to light touches, interchanging them with hard slaps…just for fun.
April revelled in the control, it turned her on to no end. Now, feeling herself getting wet, she was ready to release her desire. She instructed the man to get on his feet, she slapped his ass with her hand, giving it a firm grip and told him she wanted him to fuck her.
Laying down on the bed, she pulled her skirt up and pulled him towards her, his cock hard she grabbed it as he climbed onto the bed, placing a condom on his member she grabbed his arse and pushed him inside of her.
Her legs clamped around his red ass and told him to fuck her. His hips thrust forward as April’s nails dug into his back telling him to fuck her harder. Groaning with pleasure, her leather corset hugging her tits tightly, she pulled his chest towards her biting it roughly as she moaned with enjoyment the man groaning with pleasure and pain simultaneously.
April knew she wasn’t going to cum but loved the feeling of a hard cock inside her and demanded the man to cum for her. She was in control and she knew what she wanted and she wanted him to do as he was told. The man thrust again, his strokes deeping and he let out a moan of pleasure, exploding inside her. Right away, April pushed him onto his back and told him to kneel on the floor.
She reached into her bedside drawer, grabbed her vibrator and placed it on her clit, she told the man to watch. The vibrations got straight to work and her hips moved forward as she felt the sensation build. She quickly rose to orgasm and screamed out shaking her hips. She pulled the perfectly placed tool away from her clit for a breather. She handed it to the man and demanded that he make her cum again with it.
Over the course of the night, April and the nameless man explored their desires and fantasies, pushing the boundaries of their own understanding of pleasure and control.
As the hours passed, the sun began to rise outside, casting a soft glow through the curtains of April's bedroom.
The nameless man, who had been so mysterious and intriguing at the beginning of the evening, now seemed almost vulnerable in the pale morning light. April felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of affection for this enigmatic stranger who had shared such an intimate experience with her. One last time she asked him his name and with a touch of hesitation he looked her in the eyes and said it was Damien.