Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

She didn’t look away. He stared at her, then smiled slowly. “Good. You’re learning.” He walked away. She heard drawers open. Clicks. The unmistakable sound of a leather belt being pulled free of loops. Her skin lit up in anticipation. “Stand.” She did. “Hands on the pole.” She hadn’t noticed it at first—polished chrome, stretching floor to ceiling in one corner. She walked over, pressed her hands to the cold metal. The leather wrapped around her wrists seconds later.“Today, you’ll learn what it means to *need.*”

“We’ll come back to this” He pulled out two slim bottles next. “Lubricants. Both claim to increase sensitivity” A slow grin spread across his face. “These are definitely getting used” Finally, he lifted the last item… it was a pair of black leather ankle cuffs that matched the ones already on her wrists. The metal hardware jingled softly as he dangled them. “And these” he said, eyes locking on hers, “are perfect”

Something about those garish panties told me that her dome had put those panties on her. I knew the pair inside couldnt see me or shadows of the people who walked by, but the man in there, in a mask that covered his entire head in black leather, looked in my direction. He moved to his sub; the small whip in his hands twitched along the womans breasts, and she stirred. Her head had hung down as if in capitulation until the brush of the leather against her nipples.

She chimed, running her fingers through the lashes of the flogger made out of rope. Hanging the leather item back onto the rack, I walked towards the back right corner of the room where there was a big wall restraint, with a bunch of red vinyl-covered cushions placed in the shape of an X. I stood on my tippy toes to try and feel for the leather cuffs at the top.

I felt exposed and scared and so turned on I could hardly stand still. Marcus turned me around by my hips. He guided me forward until the front of my thighs pressed against the edge of his desk. Stacks of papers and books were right in front of me. He put one hand on the middle of my back and pushed gently until I was bent over. My chest rested on the cool wood. The short skirt was shoved up around my waist. My bare ass and pussy were completely open to him. “Stay like that,” he said. “Don’t move.”

I prepared. I went to the work room and opened the cabinet. The leather smell rose up to meet me. I took everything out, one piece at a time, and laid it on the bench. The flogger with the braided tails. The single-tail. The riding crop. A set of nipple clamps, the screw kind, not the twee little clothespins the amateurs used. A leather collar with a steel ring at the throat. Cuffs, wrist and ankle, lined with sheepskin so they wouldn't cut. A ball gag, red, medium. A butt plug, stainless, weighted. A cock ring, leather and snaps. I cleaned each one. I oiled the leather. I checked the welds on the chains. I laid it all out in neat rows like a surgeon setting a tray.

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.

Niccolo taps my clit with something cold, and my curiosity rises. What sort of toy is this? He retreats a second time. I immediately crave his warmth, wishing he’d stay behind me forever. This time, I know he hasn’t gone far. I feel the leather once more, my body vibrates with anticipation. The pointy parts of what I’m assuming to be a leather paddle don’t seem sharp, but I know that’s the intention. They’re not meant to cause harm, just enhance pain. This is a guess, I’m not that knowledgeable about kinks.

This girl had challenged my sanity and sexuality. I walk over to unlock a cabinet locked away with my fingerprint. Amongst my choicest of weapons, I pull out a long firm flogger made out of exquisite leather and a long handle. My eyes burn with intent and desire for this girl who had provocated me after a long time.

The manacles were heavy, made of metal but had a leather casing on the insides to prevent my worm from chafing. A thick brown leather interspersed with iron made a crisscross pattern from his shins to his torso and around his armpits to finally end at his neck. Not only that, but I had used a bright green linen to make a harness around him. While I loved shibari, and I had a lot of fun torturing wormy while I bound him, the harness I wove around him was for a particular purpose.