-- Doctor, I have a problem.
  -- Just sit down, mister Beaulieu.
  -- I hope you will help me with that.
  -- Don't worry. I'll do my best.

  I sit in that big chair before doctor's Lantier's desk. I try to calm down. My hands are trembling and she notices that detail. She looks at me and the sight of that red fleshy mouth gently smiling helps me feeling safer and more relaxed.

  -- So, I'm listening to you, mister Beaulieu.
  -- You can call me Steve.
  -- Allright, Steve.
  -- Well, my problem is a sexual one. It's a problem that puts me in a strange situation. You know, I really feel like I'm alone and not like everybody.
  -- You can talk freely. I won't be judging you.
  -- Of course. You're right. It's just that I've never talked of this to anyone before. You're the first one to hear my little secret.
  -- I'm sincerely touched by this, Steve.
  -- You can't be. Everyday, you're listening to strange guys like me telling you about their kinks.
  -- You consider yourself strange?
  -- Well, I'll tell you my problem and then, you'll understand. I have a sexual fetish.

  She's looking at me, her big black eyes wide-opened. She remains silent. I don't know what to do. So I keep looking at her while thinking what I'll say next: she's really something with her deep chocolate-colored skin and her long brown curly hair.

  -- I have a passion for women's gloves.
  -- Mmm... Fetishes are common. Don't be worried about it. Yours is... original. It's really interesting.
  -- Interesting in a scientific way, like an ugly bug can be when analysed?
  -- No. Interesting because it's colorful and... cute, if I may say so.
  -- You don't mean that, doctor Lantier.
  -- Yes, I do. And you can call me Maryse.
  -- Allright.
  -- Tell me more about your fetish.
  -- As I said, it remained secret until now. Even my mother don't know about it. And I don't think I know how it started. I just love the sight and the feel of women's leather gloves.
  -- It could have started in your youngest days with a member of the family or someone else that you've been in contact with and who was wearing the object of your fetish. You've probably seen that object in a particular context and it took a whole other signification. It's very frequent.
  -- Yes. Could be that.
  -- You know, maybe an aunt has visited your family on a cold winter's day and she was wearing a pair of those gloves. Maybe she has taken you in her arms, hugging you, passing a leather hand on your cheek or something like that. Then, the feeling, the scent, the noise, all that remained in a hidden part of your memory.
  -- It's a good explanation but I don't recall anything like that.
  -- It's not a problem for now. Tell me how you live with your fetish.
  -- Well, I love to take a walk or take a bus on a winter's day like today because I can see plenty of nice women wearing shiny leather gloves. This morning, coming to your office was a real pleasure because a young girl, standing right by me in the bus, was wearing short black leather gloves. She was playing with her long blonde hair. Black leather blonde hair... God! I almost... exploded.
  -- Do you try to talk to those gloved women?
  -- No! Of course not. I would like to but I'm too shy.
  -- But you're talking to me right now and you're doing great.
  -- I know but it's not the same. You're a doctor and... I mean, you're a very beautiful woman but I can talk to you because you're my psychologist. If I have met you in a bus, I would have never said a word to you.
  -- You think it's not the same?
  -- I'm sure of that.
  -- Just wait a second.

  She leaves her chair and walk to a wardrobe at my left side. I notice she's wearing nice high and shiny red leather boots. Doctor Lantier is searching in the wardrobe. I suddenly get a funny feeling. I can see she's searching the pockets of a short red leather coat. This can't be. God, tell me It won't (it will!!!) happen. She closes the door of the wardrobe. She has something in her hands. This simply cannot be true. She sits again in her big chair.

  -- Now, just tell me if you still see the situation as "not the same".

  Before her, a so lovely pair of red leather gloves. They're ingeniously decorated with gold metal buttons sewn near the cuffs of the gloves. They seem to be of a good lenght.
  Now she's putting them on. I see the red leather sliding on her hands, slowly covering and hiding each centimeter of her dark skin. She pulls them until they're very thight on her hands. She put one of her gloved hands underneath her chin and the other one is resting on the desk.

  -- So?
  -- Well... It's not as... different as I thought. I'm sorry to tell this but you're not really helping me. Instead, you're teasing me.

  She laugh. The erection that started a minute ago is not vanishing at all.

  -- You know, my plan is to make you confront your fetish. Me with the object of your fetish is the first part of this plan. So, by putting my gloves on, my intend was just to provoke a reaction, to see how you behave when you meet your fetish in everydays situations.
  -- That's a success.
  -- I can see you're disturbed so I'm going to remove the gloves. For now.

  She does as she announced. Gently removing each red glove. What does she mean by "for now"?

  -- Instead of wearing the gloves, I'm going to handle them to you. Just take them.
  -- You mean... taking them?
  -- Yes! Don't be afraid.
  -- I can guarantee you that I'm anything but afraid.

  Doctor Lantier's sweet red gloves are in my hands now. And my hands, like in the beginning of this session, are trembling again.

  -- I want you to talk about the gloves, tell me what are your feelings right now. Take you time.
  -- Uh... Very beautiful gloves. It is said Holt Renfrew on a label inside so you probably paid a lot of money for them.
  -- Yes, indeed.
  -- The leather is incredibly soft. No holes, tear, stain. They're probably brand new or you're taking good care of your things.
  -- I take care of everything I own.
  -- I love the gold buttons.

  Slowly, I smell them. God! That bulge in my pant is making me uncomfortable.

  -- You don't smoke.
  -- Right.
  -- And you've perfumed the gloves. That is something not many women do. At least, not many women of the past decades. You're using... "Opium" perfume. Very sensual. You will say that I'm crazy but, I think that if you've perfumed those gloves, it's because you recognize their... power. You've realized that gloves are not just a protection, what most women don't see. You understand the esthetic utility of gloves. I see now they're not new because the shape of your thin fingers are molded in the leather. They must be five or six years old. And in real good shape. Unusual for red gloves because they stain so easily.
  -- They're seven years old and I love them.
  -- There something behind all this...
  -- What do you mean?
  -- I mean... I don't know.
  -- Talk about yourself. Do you own women's gloves?
  -- Yes. A few pairs.
  -- How many?
  -- Maybe a couple... dozen.
  -- That represents many gloves. A collection that most rich women don't even have.
  -- I've bought the majority of them but... You know, I've stolen some pairs too.
  -- And what do you do with all those gloves?
  -- I look at them. I take them in my hands, like I'm doing right now with yours.
  -- Do you wear them? Do you masturbate with them?
  -- No!! I mean... yes. Sometimes. But I'm getting sick of doing it alone. It would be better if I had a girlfriend who would understand my fetish.
  -- You said you never talked about your fetish. Did you have any girlfriend in the past years?
  -- No. Do you want your gloves back?
  -- No keep them in your hands. You like them?
  -- I love them.
  -- Good.
  -- Do you think that knowing more about the beginning of your fetish would help you to understand it?
  -- Probably.
  -- Would you like to know more about this genesis?
  -- Well, how could I?
  -- As a second step in my plan to make you confront the fetish, I can use hypnosis to help you remember some past events related to this subject. Do you want to try?
  -- Sure.

  Doctor Lantier tells me to go to that sofa at the other end of the room and just lie on it and relax. Again, I want to give her back the gloves but she refuses. She says to keep them on my belly, underneath my crossed hands. She sits right beside me. I can smell her perfume. Her long curly hair are almost falling on my face.

  -- Have you ever been hypnotized?
  -- No.
  -- So, just close your eyes and relax. Try to eliminate all the tensions in your body.

  She speaks to me so softly that I can't resist her orders. In a few seconds, I begin to feel really weird. All I hear is her voice. Nothing else matters. I don't feel my body anymore. The complete universe has just shrunk to doctor Lantier's adorable and sexy voice.

  -- I will slowly count to three then you will fall in a heavy sleep. One, two, three. Now, Steve, I want you to tell me more about your fetish. I want you to go back in time, when you were young. Go back at age seven. What do you see?
  -- I see... an opened drawer. I'm searching in the drawer.
  -- What are you searching for?
  -- My mother's black leather gloves. I love to wrap them around my cock. Damn! A noise! Somebody's coming!
  -- Relax, Steve. Nobody's coming. Do you see the gloves?
  -- Yes! Here they are. Long, black, soft. I just put them in my pant, against my sex. Its good to have them.
  -- Now leave that room and that time. Go back at age four. Do you see something?
  -- It's winter. My parents are skating. They try to show me how to skate. I'm nervous because there are plenty of gloved ladies all around. Shiny gloves in every color. It's like paradise. I look at them and I keep falling on my ass cause I don't know how to skate.
  -- Just browse your memory. Back in time again. Do you notice any strong feeling about gloves.
  -- Mmmmm.... Oh God! This is sooo goood.
  -- What do you see?
  -- White hands... Oh I love them.
  -- Just go back again a few hours. Now talk to me about what you see.
  -- A ballroom. There are many people tonight. I won't be as boring as usual.
  -- A ballroom? What is your name?
  -- Henry Bedford. I'm a guest tonight. The Lowell's mansion is adorable. I love it. Maybe I will buy it in a few years.
  -- Do you see any women?
  -- Plenty of them! Very beautiful ones. Oh! There is Alicia. She's coming at me. She smiles. She's so adorable. A true beauty.
  -- Describe her.
  -- Underneath her white wig I know there is blonde hair. She has a heart-shaped mouth painted with a deep red. She wear a breathtaking white dress. Everybody's noticing it.
  -- Does she wear anything else?
  -- A blue ribbon in her white wig. A necklace shining like a thousand stars.
  -- Nothing more?
  -- Uh... oh, yes! Gloves. Like every woman in the room. Long white leather ones, you know.
  -- Nothing unusual about them?
  -- There's a bracer on them. A silver bracer with blue stones embedded in it. Lovely.
  -- But about the gloves?
  -- There she goes. She want me to dance with her. I agree. We all dance. Then, the music stops and somebody's handling me a glass of champagne. It's a good one. Alicia is telling me that she had missed me cause I've been ago so long time. A full year in America. I begin to talk about my trip but she's not listening. She wants me to go with her upstairs. I'm hesitating. She takes me by the hand and we climb upstairs. We go to her room. I know it's not convenient but I can't resist. She closes the door behind her. She says she want to give me something. In memory of the good old days. Ah! I think I know. You little darling! I've always loved her hands and she knows it. She tease me with them. She always wear lovely bracers to please me. She tell me to lie on the bed. She undo my pant. Strange...
  -- What?
  -- She's keeping her gloves. I ask her why. She says we don't have time to remove them and put them back. She's right. I tell her I won't be feeling her soft skin. She says she's sorry but, knowing what would happen, she choosed her softest pair of gloves. I tell her it's perfect like this and that I still love her and her magic hands. Maybe another time.
  -- It's all? What's happening now?
  -- Mmmmm.... Oh God! This is sooo goood. I never thought... I never thought...
  -- What?
  -- I never thought those gloves can be so soft. Her gloved right hand has just touched my penis and the left one is playing with my testicles. It' simply and adorably unbearable. I tell her to stop. She obeys but she don't understand why. I take one of her hands in mine and caress it with my fingers. I fully realize how soft and beautiful are those long leather gloves. The same kind I've probably touched a hundred times while dancing with my beloved Alicia or any other woman. I'm in a state of shock. A positive shock. But I don't wait anymore and guide those buttery leather hands on my sex. Alicia is amused by all this. While her leather hands are gently sliding on my shaft, I call her a genius. The second after, the pleasure is bursting wildly, shaking all my body like never before. Mmmm... This is so great! I open my eyes and I see her gloved hands all messed with my semen. Alicia is laughing about that. She says she will have to buy new gloves. Many new pairs of soft leather gloves to please me. I love her.
  -- What's happening next?
  -- I want to marry her. It's three months after the ballroom event. She must have the most extensive glove collection of England, all made of the finest kidskin and tailored in Paris by some experts she knows. All this for me. She have tried every pair on me. Her hands are made for my sex. God! I want to marry her. I love her so much.
  -- Just go to your marriage.
  -- No...
  -- What?
  -- I'm not married. She's gone. I don't understand. All she left me is a word and a perfumed pair of gloves she has already worn. I have the letter between my hands. It is written: "Since that night at the ball, my life has changed. As yours, I guess. But mine is really affected in a way that you cannot understand. Something has happened. I have to leave. Please forgive me. I had a vision of something grand and then something unexpected happened. Maybe we'll meet again. I'll never forget you. Alicia." I don't understand! Why is she gone?
  -- Just calm down. In a few seconds, you will wake up. You will remember every detail of what you have seen and heard except this: you won't be able to move your body unless I say the words: "You're free." And if I ever say the words: "You're mine", your body will freeze again. You won't be able to fight against this. Undestand?
  -- Yes.
  -- I'll count to three then you will wake up. One, two, three.

  I'm back in doctor Lantier's office. The images are spinning in my head. I see this beautiful woman, Alicia. I see her gloves. I can even feel her gloves on my body. This experience I will never forget.

  -- This is so weird. Do you think... do you think all this is real?
  -- This is probably due to your strong desire of having a girlfriend that understand and share your fetish.
  -- You think I made it up?
  -- Well, I don't really believe in past lifes. Reincarnation is something I've never studied.
  -- The images were so... vivid. It was not like a dream. It was... real. Hey! There is something wrong. I'm stuck... Mmmm... I'm unable to move!
  -- Relax. It's the next part of my three steps plan to make you confront the fetish. Just relax and everything will be allright.

  Doctor Lantier is unbuttoning my pant. I still must be in this hypnosis state. I see things I want to see but it's not real. But it seems real. My pant is gone. As my underwear. I'm half naked before this superb woman. If wish this could be true. She takes her gloves. They were on my belly, underneath my hands. She puts her sweet red gloves on, again. She looks so wild with them. Ah! Nice dream. I think she's going to touch me with her gloved hands. That will be a great dream. So real.
  The gloved hands suddenly grab my penis.

  -- Hey! It's... is it real?
  -- Of course it is. Caaaalm. Let me do the work here. After all, isn't that what you've already wanted?
  -- Yes, but... ooohh... Your gloves are soooft. You're doing it great.
  -- Maybe realizing your fantasies will exorcise them. You must know that I'm doing this with a professional interest only.
  -- Doesn't matter...

  I can see the red leather on my body. On my sex. Playing with me. The fingers are masters at giving pleasure. They're not as unexperimented as those of this lady Alicia. I can see that Doctor Lantier is not just an expert in psychology. The red fingers are sliding freely on my penis. They sometimes attack the glan just to drive me crazy and then they go down to a less "dangerous" place. Up and down they go. So buttery are the gloves that they feel like a light breeze on my skin. Maryse is pulling gently on my testicles. Gently massaging them. I never thought this would be so great. Masturbating alone is one thing but, being handled by a beautiful and well gloved woman is uneartly. And twice in the same day if I count the strange past-life experience.
  I know I won't last very long like this. This is too good to resist. And Maryse, sweet Maryse, seems to know it because she's caressing the more strategic parts of my penis. If feel the pleasure come but at the last second, she delays it with a ingenious pull on my testicle. And again she goes. The red leather gloves are sliding fast. Again the pleasure comes and again she stops it.

  -- Finish me! Make me cum!
  -- As you wish. Here is the conclusion to my work.

  The second after, I'm swept away by the orgasm. Maryse bend over me, swallow my whole cock to receive my sperm as I'm moaning. And she sucks and sucks. Not a drop has fallen on her precious red gloves.
  Then she leaves me. She goes to her desk. I can't follow her because I'm still unable to move. It doesn't matter. I try to taste the last chills of pleasure while doctor Lantier is dialing a number on the phone, as I can hear.

  -- Yes, it's me. We have a code 66 here. No. No, he's perfect. Mmm... See you next time.

  And she hang up.

  -- You're free.

  In a flash, my arms and legs are working again. I rise to get my underwear just in time to see the black beauty removing her red gloves. She's looking at me with a smile on her face.

  -- So? How do you feel?
  -- Sorry to say this but... I think I'm more addicted than I was.
  -- I had foreseen this.
  -- Will we have to do it again? I'm free whenever...
  -- I will contact you.
  -- When?
  -- In a month. Meanwhile, just try to fight the desire and it will go.
  -- Thank you so much, doctor Lantier.
  -- Don't thank me so soon. It's not over yet. Believe me it's not over...