MY RUBBER, PVC AND LEATHER MACKINTOSH FETISH Part 12
Posted: February 21st, 2016, 2:52 pm
Four things happened in the morning.
The postman arrived with a small parcel. It contained my shiny black nylon trench coat and a DVD from James in Covent Garden. My trench coat looked lovely and clean after the powerful wet experiences on my last night down there.
The DVD was cleverly edited of most of my encounters down there with a wonderful soundtrack.
A telephone call from James asking how I was and telling me how many people were looking forward to seeing and playing with me again and when was I planning on coming back down?
The second telephone call was from Jenzi saying she couldn’t make it for at least four days. The polishing of my vinyl suit would have to wait.
The ironmonger telephoned telling me that ‘A girl on a motorcycle’ was playing at our local flea pit.
This interested me because it was a very old movie about a girl (Marianne Faithful) who wore a one piece leather jump suit for most of the film and drove all over France on a motor cycle and seemed to have quite a lot of sexy encounters.
Our local flea pit isn’t that bad. It has had a complete refit in recent years and now, every Wednesday afternoon shows oldish erotic movies. In years gone by it had a certain reputation for the pervy community, but I hadn’t visited it for a long time.
With my strong interest in a one piece black leather suit I decided to go that afternoon.
I wore my newly returned trench coat next to my skin and jeans and went down to the cinema.
I sat alone in the darkened cinema watching the adverts. I had chosen to sit not at the end of a row but three seats in, giving an opportunity for someone to sit on either side of me.
It didn’t take me long to become involved with the movie. The sight of a naked Marianne Faithful pulling on her black leather suit and slowly zipping it up to her neck stirred me. My hand moved down and I squeezed myself gently. I longed for that to be me on the screen, tightly encased inside soft gleaming leather. I squirmed in my seat.
The lights went down for the final time and the second part commenced. The camera lovingly zoomed in on Marianne Faithful gripping the motor cycle between her leather-covered thighs as she raced along the French country lanes.
In the darkness of the cinema someone came and sat quietly next to me. I almost hadn’t noticed I was so engrossed in the film.
I felt a slight pressure on my right thigh then it stopped. Again it happened. Not daring to look to my side I moved my leg slightly towards the pressure. The pressure stayed. I turned my head slightly in the darkness and glimpsed the sheen of a leather coat next to me.
I felt a wonderful ache in my groin. I stared straight ahead at the screen not taking in any more of the movie. I could feel my heart racing in anticipation. A hand moved slowly against my leg a little more assertive each time. For every move, I responded slightly with a positive movement. My excitement was becoming more pronounced. I wanted to turn and react in an encouraging manner but I dare not in the cinema. Carefully I moved slightly in my seat and parted my legs, hoping I was signalling the right response to the person in the dark. The hand reacted confidently, pressing me longer and harder.
Marianne Faithful was back on the screen again unzipping her leather suit. I watched, captivated by her slow, sensual movements. I felt no movements from the stranger. I glanced to my side. The stranger had silently vanished. I looked around but could see no movement in the aisles of the darkened cinema.
`Why?’ I groaned. I was fully aroused and now abandoned. I had missed my opportunity. The movie finished, the credits rolled and up came the house lights. I stood searching the audience for someone, anyone in a leather coat. Who was it who had sat next to me and aroused me so exquisitely?
I left the cinema and walked down the road, a car passed by and stopped a few yards ahead. The driver’s door opened, a man climbed out and walked round to the passenger’s side and stared directly at me. He was tall and good looking, he wore a long black leather coat and leather trousers, could this be the person who had sat next to me in the cinema?
`Did you enjoy the film?’ he asked as I came alongside the car.
`I think I enjoyed something more than the film.’ I said stopping and giving him an inviting look he could not mistake.
`Can I give you a lift somewhere?’
I nodded. He opened the passenger door for me, I climbed in, and as he closed the door his hand slid smoothly along my thigh. To onlookers it would appear as if he had cleared my coat from the door. I knew that this must be the man from the cinema. I was ecstatic, something different was about to take place.
We pulled out into the traffic and drove slowly away passing the people from the cinema.
`I have drinks at home, shall we go there?’ he asked. `It’s not very far, maybe 15 minutes’
I shrugged approval as we drove out of the town and into the countryside. We didn’t speak, just listened to the powerful music on the cars CD system. Occasionally, as he changed gear his hand would slip down and lightly touch my thigh, feel the material of my trench coat, then return to the gear-shift again. We turned off the main road and drove carefully down a short dark tree lined lane before coming to a standstill outside a wonderful old farmhouse.
He unlocked the front door, switched on some wall lights and we entered the spacious hallway. He closed and locked the door and guided me to another large warm, centrally heated room, lined with books, pictures and mirrors on two walls, the third wall was completely covered with rich burgundy velvet curtains and the final wall contained a large walk in fire-place.
`Let me get you a drink. Whisky and water okay?’ he asked taking off his leather coat and throwing it casually over the large overstuffed leather chair.
I gasped as I gazed at him, underneath his coat he wore tight leather trousers and a matching leather shirt with a thick metal zip running up the front. A male version of the Marianne Faithful character was here within touching distance.
He left the room as I lusted desperately about his clothing. I walked over to his abandoned coat and picked it up. I felt the soft expensive leather, and pulled it tight to my face and drinking in the breathtaking leathery perfume.
`Interesting isn’t it?’ He had returned quietly with the drinks and watched me reacting to the aroma of his leather coat.
I dropped the coat back on the chair. `The room?’
He smiled, `No the effect all my leather has on you.’
I took the proffered glass of whisky and took a large gulp.
`Would you like to try it on?’ He asked, moving towards me. I nodded `Take off your clothes. I guarantee you‘ll derive the utmost pleasure in wearing leather next to your skin.’
He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, running them slowly down my arms experiencing the feel of the shiny nylon material. He opened my trench coat slipped it off and laid it on the same chair as his leather coat. I pulled off my trousers and stood naked before him except for my bulging black PVC briefs.
`Don’t catch cold’ he smiled and helped me on with his wonderful soft black leather coat. I pulled the collar up and enjoyed the smell and the breathtaking sensation of leather against my skin. I pulled the belt tightly around me and finished my drink, luxuriating in my situation. He poured me another large whisky and another for himself. I was waiting for him to make a move on me, but he just stood, gazing towards me.
`I think something is missing.’ He said at last and left the room. I walked over to the built in full-length mirror by the books and stared moodily at my reflection. He returned with a pair of tall black riding boots for me to wear. They were slightly too large for me but that hardly mattered. I stared at my completed image in the mirror and felt ecstatic.
Now obviously pleased with what he had created, he moved towards me and groped me firmly through the leather. I stood quite still, breathing heavily, feeling heady with the effects of two large whiskies plus the wonderfully erotic aroma of leather.
`Bend over the end of the settee.’ He commanded.
I put my arms in front of me and bent completely over the end of the settee. He lifted up the bottom of the long leather coat and dropped it over my head exposing my booted legs and black PVC briefs. I felt him pull them down a little and then his finger probed gently at my anus. The probing stopped and I felt something larger being inserted. It started to vibrate and gradually with an excruciating pleasure it penetrated me deeply, my briefs were pulled back up holding this vibrating appliance firmly in place.
He drew the leather coat back and pulled me up to a standing position. The vibrating butt plug was gratifying me with mounting excitement as I moved. My briefs holding it secure inside me.
`Kneel!’ he commanded.
My hands slid down the back of his soft leather shirt, over his tight buttocks and down his legs as I dropped to my knees, my face directly in front of the large bulge in his leather trousers. He pulled down his zip and extracted himself.
`Do your duty!’
He held my head and forcefully rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. The butt plug vibrated tirelessly inside me, I managed to grab hold of his cock and pull it from my mouth so I could catch my breath. He yanked down hard on my hair causing me to gasp and again he plunged himself in as my mouth involuntarily opened.
He extracted himself from me and again I was pulled over the end of the settee. My arms were yanked together behind me, I could feel my wrists being bound together tightly. The coat was again thrown over me exposing my backside, the butt plug vibrated determinedly inside me.
I cried out as I received a stinging blow on my backside. Then another, and another. The pain changed to a tingling glow. Without notice the butt plug stopped vibrating and with a slow twisting movement he pulled it from me. The vibrations had been deliciously satisfying now there was an aching void.
I sensed him moving behind me. Slowly and firmly he entered me and began to systematically push and pull himself in and out of me.
I could see nothing, the leather coat completely covered my head. The smell of the leather was exciting and intoxicating me. I heard him grunt with animal satisfaction, and then he extracted himself slowly from within me. I lay still, bound and vulnerable. I sensed him pulling my briefs back over my stinging cheeks, and removing the coat from my face. He helped me to my feet and sat me down on the settee still with my hands bound behind my back.
I looked dolefully up at him as he placed the glass of whisky to my lips.
`Drink a little,’ he said. I drank then looked around nervously.
He had zipped himself up. I saw on the floor a large black leather paddle with shiny studs protruding and tossed to one side a used black rubber condom. I felt relief at the sight of it glistening on the floor.
`How do you feel?’ he asked watching me take in my surroundings. He picked up the leather paddle and slid it gently down my cheek. `I’ve been told by a shop keeper friend of yours that you like wearing your trench coat when you get screwed but it seems you’re really getting it off with all this leather.
He placed the glass to my lips again and I gulped down the remainder of the whisky.
`Stand up.’
I struggled to my feet and followed him across the room to the wall of books. He pulled a lever at the side of the bookshelf and it opened to reveal a wall of padded black leather. The reverse side of the bookshelf contained orderly rows of implements in chrome, rubber and leather hanging from hooks waiting to be selected.
I stared amazed at all the sexual implements trying to figure out how some could be used.
The postman arrived with a small parcel. It contained my shiny black nylon trench coat and a DVD from James in Covent Garden. My trench coat looked lovely and clean after the powerful wet experiences on my last night down there.
The DVD was cleverly edited of most of my encounters down there with a wonderful soundtrack.
A telephone call from James asking how I was and telling me how many people were looking forward to seeing and playing with me again and when was I planning on coming back down?
The second telephone call was from Jenzi saying she couldn’t make it for at least four days. The polishing of my vinyl suit would have to wait.
The ironmonger telephoned telling me that ‘A girl on a motorcycle’ was playing at our local flea pit.
This interested me because it was a very old movie about a girl (Marianne Faithful) who wore a one piece leather jump suit for most of the film and drove all over France on a motor cycle and seemed to have quite a lot of sexy encounters.
Our local flea pit isn’t that bad. It has had a complete refit in recent years and now, every Wednesday afternoon shows oldish erotic movies. In years gone by it had a certain reputation for the pervy community, but I hadn’t visited it for a long time.
With my strong interest in a one piece black leather suit I decided to go that afternoon.
I wore my newly returned trench coat next to my skin and jeans and went down to the cinema.
I sat alone in the darkened cinema watching the adverts. I had chosen to sit not at the end of a row but three seats in, giving an opportunity for someone to sit on either side of me.
It didn’t take me long to become involved with the movie. The sight of a naked Marianne Faithful pulling on her black leather suit and slowly zipping it up to her neck stirred me. My hand moved down and I squeezed myself gently. I longed for that to be me on the screen, tightly encased inside soft gleaming leather. I squirmed in my seat.
The lights went down for the final time and the second part commenced. The camera lovingly zoomed in on Marianne Faithful gripping the motor cycle between her leather-covered thighs as she raced along the French country lanes.
In the darkness of the cinema someone came and sat quietly next to me. I almost hadn’t noticed I was so engrossed in the film.
I felt a slight pressure on my right thigh then it stopped. Again it happened. Not daring to look to my side I moved my leg slightly towards the pressure. The pressure stayed. I turned my head slightly in the darkness and glimpsed the sheen of a leather coat next to me.
I felt a wonderful ache in my groin. I stared straight ahead at the screen not taking in any more of the movie. I could feel my heart racing in anticipation. A hand moved slowly against my leg a little more assertive each time. For every move, I responded slightly with a positive movement. My excitement was becoming more pronounced. I wanted to turn and react in an encouraging manner but I dare not in the cinema. Carefully I moved slightly in my seat and parted my legs, hoping I was signalling the right response to the person in the dark. The hand reacted confidently, pressing me longer and harder.
Marianne Faithful was back on the screen again unzipping her leather suit. I watched, captivated by her slow, sensual movements. I felt no movements from the stranger. I glanced to my side. The stranger had silently vanished. I looked around but could see no movement in the aisles of the darkened cinema.
`Why?’ I groaned. I was fully aroused and now abandoned. I had missed my opportunity. The movie finished, the credits rolled and up came the house lights. I stood searching the audience for someone, anyone in a leather coat. Who was it who had sat next to me and aroused me so exquisitely?
I left the cinema and walked down the road, a car passed by and stopped a few yards ahead. The driver’s door opened, a man climbed out and walked round to the passenger’s side and stared directly at me. He was tall and good looking, he wore a long black leather coat and leather trousers, could this be the person who had sat next to me in the cinema?
`Did you enjoy the film?’ he asked as I came alongside the car.
`I think I enjoyed something more than the film.’ I said stopping and giving him an inviting look he could not mistake.
`Can I give you a lift somewhere?’
I nodded. He opened the passenger door for me, I climbed in, and as he closed the door his hand slid smoothly along my thigh. To onlookers it would appear as if he had cleared my coat from the door. I knew that this must be the man from the cinema. I was ecstatic, something different was about to take place.
We pulled out into the traffic and drove slowly away passing the people from the cinema.
`I have drinks at home, shall we go there?’ he asked. `It’s not very far, maybe 15 minutes’
I shrugged approval as we drove out of the town and into the countryside. We didn’t speak, just listened to the powerful music on the cars CD system. Occasionally, as he changed gear his hand would slip down and lightly touch my thigh, feel the material of my trench coat, then return to the gear-shift again. We turned off the main road and drove carefully down a short dark tree lined lane before coming to a standstill outside a wonderful old farmhouse.
He unlocked the front door, switched on some wall lights and we entered the spacious hallway. He closed and locked the door and guided me to another large warm, centrally heated room, lined with books, pictures and mirrors on two walls, the third wall was completely covered with rich burgundy velvet curtains and the final wall contained a large walk in fire-place.
`Let me get you a drink. Whisky and water okay?’ he asked taking off his leather coat and throwing it casually over the large overstuffed leather chair.
I gasped as I gazed at him, underneath his coat he wore tight leather trousers and a matching leather shirt with a thick metal zip running up the front. A male version of the Marianne Faithful character was here within touching distance.
He left the room as I lusted desperately about his clothing. I walked over to his abandoned coat and picked it up. I felt the soft expensive leather, and pulled it tight to my face and drinking in the breathtaking leathery perfume.
`Interesting isn’t it?’ He had returned quietly with the drinks and watched me reacting to the aroma of his leather coat.
I dropped the coat back on the chair. `The room?’
He smiled, `No the effect all my leather has on you.’
I took the proffered glass of whisky and took a large gulp.
`Would you like to try it on?’ He asked, moving towards me. I nodded `Take off your clothes. I guarantee you‘ll derive the utmost pleasure in wearing leather next to your skin.’
He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, running them slowly down my arms experiencing the feel of the shiny nylon material. He opened my trench coat slipped it off and laid it on the same chair as his leather coat. I pulled off my trousers and stood naked before him except for my bulging black PVC briefs.
`Don’t catch cold’ he smiled and helped me on with his wonderful soft black leather coat. I pulled the collar up and enjoyed the smell and the breathtaking sensation of leather against my skin. I pulled the belt tightly around me and finished my drink, luxuriating in my situation. He poured me another large whisky and another for himself. I was waiting for him to make a move on me, but he just stood, gazing towards me.
`I think something is missing.’ He said at last and left the room. I walked over to the built in full-length mirror by the books and stared moodily at my reflection. He returned with a pair of tall black riding boots for me to wear. They were slightly too large for me but that hardly mattered. I stared at my completed image in the mirror and felt ecstatic.
Now obviously pleased with what he had created, he moved towards me and groped me firmly through the leather. I stood quite still, breathing heavily, feeling heady with the effects of two large whiskies plus the wonderfully erotic aroma of leather.
`Bend over the end of the settee.’ He commanded.
I put my arms in front of me and bent completely over the end of the settee. He lifted up the bottom of the long leather coat and dropped it over my head exposing my booted legs and black PVC briefs. I felt him pull them down a little and then his finger probed gently at my anus. The probing stopped and I felt something larger being inserted. It started to vibrate and gradually with an excruciating pleasure it penetrated me deeply, my briefs were pulled back up holding this vibrating appliance firmly in place.
He drew the leather coat back and pulled me up to a standing position. The vibrating butt plug was gratifying me with mounting excitement as I moved. My briefs holding it secure inside me.
`Kneel!’ he commanded.
My hands slid down the back of his soft leather shirt, over his tight buttocks and down his legs as I dropped to my knees, my face directly in front of the large bulge in his leather trousers. He pulled down his zip and extracted himself.
`Do your duty!’
He held my head and forcefully rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. The butt plug vibrated tirelessly inside me, I managed to grab hold of his cock and pull it from my mouth so I could catch my breath. He yanked down hard on my hair causing me to gasp and again he plunged himself in as my mouth involuntarily opened.
He extracted himself from me and again I was pulled over the end of the settee. My arms were yanked together behind me, I could feel my wrists being bound together tightly. The coat was again thrown over me exposing my backside, the butt plug vibrated determinedly inside me.
I cried out as I received a stinging blow on my backside. Then another, and another. The pain changed to a tingling glow. Without notice the butt plug stopped vibrating and with a slow twisting movement he pulled it from me. The vibrations had been deliciously satisfying now there was an aching void.
I sensed him moving behind me. Slowly and firmly he entered me and began to systematically push and pull himself in and out of me.
I could see nothing, the leather coat completely covered my head. The smell of the leather was exciting and intoxicating me. I heard him grunt with animal satisfaction, and then he extracted himself slowly from within me. I lay still, bound and vulnerable. I sensed him pulling my briefs back over my stinging cheeks, and removing the coat from my face. He helped me to my feet and sat me down on the settee still with my hands bound behind my back.
I looked dolefully up at him as he placed the glass of whisky to my lips.
`Drink a little,’ he said. I drank then looked around nervously.
He had zipped himself up. I saw on the floor a large black leather paddle with shiny studs protruding and tossed to one side a used black rubber condom. I felt relief at the sight of it glistening on the floor.
`How do you feel?’ he asked watching me take in my surroundings. He picked up the leather paddle and slid it gently down my cheek. `I’ve been told by a shop keeper friend of yours that you like wearing your trench coat when you get screwed but it seems you’re really getting it off with all this leather.
He placed the glass to my lips again and I gulped down the remainder of the whisky.
`Stand up.’
I struggled to my feet and followed him across the room to the wall of books. He pulled a lever at the side of the bookshelf and it opened to reveal a wall of padded black leather. The reverse side of the bookshelf contained orderly rows of implements in chrome, rubber and leather hanging from hooks waiting to be selected.
I stared amazed at all the sexual implements trying to figure out how some could be used.