The First.

I arrived home, somehow, at the usual time according to the clock, but after what seemed like a forty-hour day. She says, as always, "How was your day, darling?"

"I was in conference with the Board all day. Seems like about a week since I left this morning. I'm totally worn out!" I manage to reply - after all, this Lady loves me and cares for me and about me so deeply, so being the gentleman I am I made a big effort to at least form some words with the last of my strength. I stagger to my lounge chair and melt into its soft embrace, ready to doze off for a while.

"You really are tired tonight, aren't you?" she says, "and all tense too. What you need is a good stiff drink and a massage."

"Mmmmm" I manage to mumble in assent.

Seconds later she returns with a glass in hand, the contents being three fingers of good malt whiskey. "I thought you could use a bit extra tonight" she says and then disappears into the bedroom, saying, "I'll just get something to give you a good massage."

She returns in a few minutes and approaches me from behind. She places her hands on my neck and I instantly spin around in the chair. She is wearing opera length satin Gloves. "Relax, darling, and enjoy" she assures me, so I lean back in the chair.

An hour later, after the most gentle, sensual and thorough massage from those magnificent satin Gloved hands, I feel almost alive again. When she sees this, she comes around to the front of the chair and straddles my lap. "Feeling better now?" she asks.

After receiving my assurance that that was indeed the case, she wraps those magical Gloved arms around my neck and with all the caring and love that she possesses, spends the next ten minutes licking my tonsils.....

The Second

It was early Sunday morning and I had just climbed out of bed to take a nice long hot shower. She was still asleep, the perfect picture of the perfect lady dreaming pleasant dreams.

I turned on the shower and stripped, looking forward to the sting of the water and its cleansing ways. For some reason, only Sunday morning showers made me feel really clean, as if it washed away all the accumulated grime of the working week.

Getting really into it, I noticed a presence in the ensuite. She opened the door to the shower stall and stepped in. All she was wearing besides a very mischievous smile were a pair of shoulder length latex Gloves!

"I know how much you enjoy these long Sunday showers," she says, "so I thought I would help."

A thought crosses my mind: it takes her at least half an hour to put on those latex Gloves - she must have got up during the night and put them on!

Twenty minutes later we climb out of the shower. After drying each other off, I take her by her Gloved hand and lead her back to the bedroom, where we once again consummate our very precious relationship......

The Third

It was nearing the end of Winter and therefore time to go shopping for new clothes for the Summer. Since I had wrangled a day off for the first time in two months I decided that this was to be the day. So I told my Lady that this Friday we would spend the whole day SHOPPING. After a few seconds during which I wondered if she was seriously ill or not, she smiled that cheeky, sort of half wicked smile of hers which means that Plans Are Afoot!

Friday arrived and preparations for the Day were almost complete. Only a late cold snap had caused any concern, as her chosen wardrobe was forced to undergo some last minute changes. We were walking out the front door when she squealed "Wait! I have forgotten my Gloves! I'll be just a minute, darling!" Of course, being a Lady, she couldn't go without Gloves to compliment her ensemble and put the finishing touches to her particular piece of feminine perfection.

Twenty minutes later, she finally arrived at the door. "Funny, I think you've grown an inch" I say. "I had to change my shoes to match my gloves" she answers.

She is now wearing an angora sweater which is rather loose fitting, but does nothing to hide her charms, a pair of baggy blue jeans which stop about an inch from the floor to show only a pointed toe and a hint of spike heel, and of course black leather Gloves which fit her hands so well they could have grown there naturally.

The rest of the day was a delight, both for me enjoying the company of my Lady, and for her visiting all the trendy stores and buying lots of new clothes. Funny, but this time she didn't try on one single item.....she bought everything by size alone.

After a very enjoyable lunch at Augustine's, during which she left her Gloves on and showed me exactly how well it is possible to handle things with delicacy and accustomed precision while still wearing her Gloves. "Practice, my darling, and dedication. That's all it takes!" she said as she deftly dissected an excellent flambe quail using only the normal table cutlery.

All too soon the day was over. The ride home in the car was sheer bliss as she snuggled next to me and did her best to distract my attention from driving the Jaguar with my usual consummate ease, her hands roaming almost everywhere they could reach. The journey ended and we relaxed in the comfort of our sofa, drinks in hand - or Glove. "Thankyou for the beautiful day and your company and all the gorgeous clothes and the lunch at Augustine's. I'm so happy that we have each other and that we fit together so well," she says, snuggling still closer to me.

After a few more minutes of intimate company, she turned to me and says "Darling, I'm too tired to go upstairs and undress by myself - do you mind helping?" as she begins to pull the angora sweater over head. Being the gentleman that I am I cannot resist helping a Lady in distress (disdress?) and assist her to remove the garment. My eyes now pop out of their sockets, do three laps around the sofa and jump back in their place. Under the angora sweater she is wearing nothing that could be considered usual - just a rather tight and sexy victorian leather corset. Also the reason for her leaving her Gloves on during lunch became clear - the Gloves reach all the way to her shoulders!

"Please help me with the rest, darling" she asks. The only item of attire remaining are her jeans, so I help her undo the belt around her waist and then ease the jeans down her legs. Race two for the old eyeballs as I see the reason for my Lady's apparent increase in stature - Those pointed toes lead to 5-inch spike heels attached to crotch high black leather boots.

"It's been a long day, Darling" she breathes, "Are you ready for bed?"