Work was something I looked forward to as a guy in my late twenties. School was far behind me and I was making money (even though it wasn’t great, it paid the bills). I had been working in a marketing department for a mid size temporary agency in town. It was owned and run by a savvy business woman in her early to mid thirties, Ms. Elaine Roth. Ms. Roth as most of us called her had an iron grip on the business and micro managed every part of the business. She always had many "closed door" meetings with many of the employees. I assumed this was tied to her need for power and control over her business.
  Being a woman succeeding in a "man’s world" , Ms. Roth was happy in her position. I was always curious why she did not hire more women in her business. Nearly 90% of the employees were men. I guessed that she was happy with our work. Most of us worked 50-60 hr weeks for relatively low pay without complaining. Most of us did not really have lives outside of work either. So Ms. Roth was happy.
  On Wednesday, Ms. Roth and I both arrived at about 6 AM to the office. I was going to work on some ad schedules before the regular work day got rolling. It was a relatively cold day for Northern California, so I had decided to wear my long coat and driving gloves as I knew my car heater was on the fritz. I liked to wear my gloves when I had the chance. The look of the tight leather always gave me fond memories of my adventures with gloves throughout my youth.
Ms. Roth pulled up in her new Jaguar convertible. I had noticed in the dark the illuminated license plate that read "KDGLVS" . I had always assumed that it was either some obscure meaning or it indicated how smooth her Jag drove. She stepped out dressed in a dark gray business suit, a black leather trench coat, and short skin tight black leather gloves. I had to force my jaw closed and tried not to stare. After all, Ms. Roth was always immaculately dressed and quite beautiful, but she looked like a leather goddess this morning. The gloves caught the street light just right, they shined and looked like the highest quality glove leather you could buy. She locked her door and started to walk my direction.
  -- Good Morning, Mr. Duncan. I am glad to see the Marketing department is off to a good start this morning.
  -- Yes. I need to finish the ad schedules before 8 AM.
  I watched her approach me and the front door of the building. I tried to avert my eyes from her leather gloves so as not to be too obvious, but I couldn’t …and she noticed, said nothing, and looked into my eyes. She pulled one glove tight into her fist and pushed the security system buttons to "disarm". I grabbed the door to open it for her and her gloved hand grabbed mine with a very firm grasp.
  -- I can get it, Thank You.
   She opened the door and entered in front of me. The smell of her leather trench filled the air in front of me. I could feel the blood rush to my groin. It was the same feeling I got every time I walked in front of a leather store in the mall. The leather fetish had hit. I had thoughts of escaping to the men’s restroom for a little leather glove masturbation. Most likely I would simply relish the joy I had received from looking and smelling Ms. Roth.
  -- I would like to go over those ad schedules with you this morning as well as the plan for the next 3 months.
  -- Sure. How about 8?
  -- No. Let’s do it now.
   My thoughts evaporated as her comments made me quickly think of what I was going to tell her. Had I completed my plans?
  -- Get your materials and come directly to my office. It’s in the corner. You haven’t been there before, have you?
  -- No ma’am, I haven’t.
  -- Well it’s over there.
  She pointed with her skin tight black leather index. I followed her gloved hand throughout the point. I noticed the quality inside stitching of her glove and the style. Unlined, long fingers, with a "V" on the palm to help her slide her hands in.
  -- Come right away.
  I followed her instructions and gathered my things without disrobing. This was my chance to succeed or fail with Ms. Roth. I entered her office and noticed its unusual layout. The windows, were draped closed, the lighting was a combination of halogen spots and incandescent lamps. And there was a door on the left that I assumed went to another conference area or washroom. There was also a piece of furniture that looked like a bureau with 5 smallish drawers, but matched her desk. She had removed her leather trench and was hanging it up in the closet when I arrived. I watched her carefully lay it in the closet, brushing it off almost lovingly with her gloves that she did not remove.
  -- Please take off your coat and close the door.
  I did and removed my gloves and carefully laid them both on the chair next to me. This was my first closed door meeting with Ms. Roth so I did not know what I should expect.
  -- Sit down.
  I did as told once again and sat in a rather stiff black leather chair. It creaked as I sat and I looked forward to its smell and feel.
  -- I have been watching you Mr. Duncan. I think that you are ready to go far in my business here. I must tell you, however, that I expect a lot from my men here. I think you fit the bill. Do you know why you were hired here?
  -- I think so.
  -- I will tell you. It consisted of two reasons. First, you are a young man ready to take on the business world with all your might. I respect that and I need that here. Second, you are a man I can control easily.
  -- I was confused by that statement.
  -- What do you mean by that?
  -- Well, I was glad to see you admiring my leather gloves at the interview. Do you remember that?
  I thought back. Yes…she had laid an elbow length pair of brown leather gloves on her attache’ during the interview! I was, of course, drawn to them. But I did not think I was that obvious.
  -- Yes I do, but my focus was the interview.
  -- No, you had a split focus. You couldn’t keep your eyes off my gloves.
  She got up and walked over to my side of the desk and circled behind me.
  -- You see…I know what makes some men tick. I wouldn’t be where I am today without this knowledge. I always bait my interviews with a pair of leather gloves. I will either wear them or put them in plain sight. If the man can’t keep his eyes off them…he is mine.
  Her words ran through me like lightning. Was I actually talking to someone who not only had influence on my income, but also knew how to control me through my fetish? I felt my cock swell in my pants tightening against my underwear.
  She stepped behind me and touched my shoulder with her gloved hand. It slowly moved from my shoulder, to my neck, and up to my chin where it grasped tightly as she moved in front of me.
  -- I am right about this, aren’t I?
  I could smell her glove at this point and its smooth leather on my recently shaved chin was more than I could handle. My cock went erect, pushing my pants to her direction. I couldn’t say anything as I was in shock and delight at the same time.
  -- I think I have my answer. A man’s cock will always give him away. Good. Here is the deal. You do a good job for me and I reward you with this.
  She pulled her glove tight and moved down my chest towards my groin. It slowly uncoupled my belt, and pulled the pants away from my swollen cock.
  -- Very nice. I see you like my leather hands. Do you like the smell or the feel better?
  I barely got the word "Both" out.
  -- Good.
  She moved her gloved hand over my tight underwear. She poked her gloved hand into the opening in the front as she pushed the chair back a little. It tilted a bit as she felt around.
  -- Yes. You are a glove lover aren’t you. I like a man that is immediately hard before I even touch him with my gloved hands. They are soft aren’t they? Here, feel them.
  She grabbed my hand and placed it on top of the gloved hand that was groping my swollen member. I could feel the glove’s leather and I fondled it as much as she would let me. She slowly pulled my underwear down exposing my red and swollen cock. Precum was glistening on the end and it was flexing involuntarily. She went to work on it with her tight gloves. I could feel each point of pressure she placed on my cock through her gloves. I moaned and enjoyed to manipulation of my cock with her gloves.
  -- I have the best fetish of all, she said. I love to control my male employees with my leather gloves. You men would do anything for me if I stroke you just right.
  And she did. She held my shaft between her leather thumb and her leather fingers and squeezed my cock as she moved her gloved hand up and down. Her other glove moved to my face, where it held my chin up to look her straight in the face.
  -- You like the smell of this glove?
  -- Yes! Please let me worship your gloves!
  -- Well, you have been a good worker for me. I think glove worship is in order. Smell my glove.
  She placed her leather hand up to my nose and mouth. I kissed the leather and took in the aroma. Her gloves smelt brand new. That combined with her stroking sent messages to my cock to explode. I held firm as I was enjoying this too much. If I had anything to do with it, this was going to last. I rubbed my face into her gloved hand trying to enjoy all of it. This sensation drove me to ask for more.
  -- Please, will you slap me with your gloves?!
  -- Well, you are going to work hard for me aren’t you?
  She teased as she moved her other gloved hand off my cock and down to my balls. She clasped them from underneath and held them firmly.
  -- I now have you by the balls. My black leather gloves are giving you pleasure like never before. How much money are you going to make me?
  She squeezed tightly and grabbed my chin with her other hand.
  --As much as you need! Please, make me work hard. I will do what you want.
  -- Yes, you will.
  Her gloved hand pull off my chin and delivered a slap to my cheek. The sting was wonderful combined with the smoothness of her glove and the sound of her leather glove against my skin. She pulled her hand back and provided another slap on my other cheek with the back of her glove. The glove clasping my balls squeezed hard as glided up to my shaft again. This time she held my cock in her entire gloved hand. Pulling on it.
  -- My gloves grip well don’t they?
  -- Yes! I love your gloves…I have never felt such a grip.
  She continued to milk my cock until I was about to explode.
  -- I am going to cum!
  She stopped abruptly and pinched my cock hard. The pain was strong yet wonderful and it stopped my cum.
  -- I think you should get a taste of what I have in store for you if you work hard enough.
  She stood up and went to the peculiar bureau. Inside was many pairs of different leather gloves. She picked out the brown pair she baited me with at my interview. She also pulled out a pair of long black leather gloves. She came back to me and tied the long black leather gloves together and made a gag out of the knot. She pulled the gloves around my head and cinched them tight.   -- There. Now taste and smell my leather.
   I did and it made me dizzy with excitement. She then kneeled down to get closer to my swollen cock. She pulled it towards her with her short black gloves jerking it a couple times to get a response.
  She then placed one of the longer brown leather gloves flat behind my erect cock. I could feel the soft leather against my head. I could tell it was unlined too (my favorite)! The other brown glove was laid upon the opposite side of my cock so that she had created a cock sandwich with rich brown leather gloves as the bread! She pinched the gloves tight so that they both were tight against my hard cock and then began to stroke the gloves up and down.
  The smell and taste of the leather glove gag, the sight of her skin tight leather gloves holding brown leather gloves against my cock was incredible! She was fucking me with her gloves and I was in heaven! After many strokes she decided that I could not hold out much longer and she pulled my cock to her lips as she continued to stroke. Her sucking pulled my load out and into her waiting mouth. She dropped her fucking gloves and grabbed by spewwing cock with her short gloved hands. She continued to milk every drop of cum out of my body with her hands and took all of it into her mouth. My screams of delight were muffled by my glove gag and my once tense body finally relaxed.
  She pulled away, licking her lips.
  -- Yes, you will do well for me. After all, you want me to be able to afford more gloves don’t you?
  She pulled off my glove gag.
  -- Yes. I will work hard for you. How can I get more beatings?
  -- Well, I have a couple of employees that work that department for me. Maybe if our earnings increase..say 12% this quarter?
  -- I will get to work. Thanks for the talk.
  -- Your welcome…I hope that there will be more to come.
  -- I managed to get my pants back on and grabbed my stuff and went right to work…hoping that we’d be very profitable this month.