Leather Novels & Stories

I looked up and saw tears streaming down her face. “I know,” she whispered. “Your mom saved the cloak for me. I take it out sometimes and look at it.” Her lips twisted. “It is thick leather. I don’t know what beast they slay to make it but it was home tanned. I could see the marks of the rocks they used to pound it flat.” I bit my lip. I hadn’t realized my mother had done that. She would have understood, though. She was taken from her family at a young age, too. I am sure she realized the importance of keeping something familiar.

A genuine smile flashes on her face once again as she usher me to follow her to the next shelf just behind the sandals. “Here, Ma’am.” I thanks her and look around the shelf until I found a small white flap bag with a gold-tone strap. That automatically caught my attention so I pointed it immediately, so the lady grab it out from the shelf herself. “It’s made up of lambskin and these are gold-tone metal on its strap, Ma’am.”

I ran my fingers slowly across the stitching while studying the shape carefully. Then I shook my head. “No.” The woman blinked immediately. “No?” “The handle is too stiff,” I said while adjusting it slightly. “And the hardware feels excessive.” She immediately typed down the correction. I reached for the second sample. Cream leather. Softer body. Too soft. “It loses shape too easily,” I muttered before handing it back. Another note was taken immediately. Then I opened the third box. The second my fingers touched the bag, I paused. Dark espresso brown.

It was well taken care of. But then he held it up, revealing it was a pant and shirt suit. She wouldn’t ever wear something so appropriate! She shook her head. But he ignored her and began to dig through another crate. He handed Arcadia a pair of boots and whispered, “Elven leather. Light, durable, and still have room for enchantments.” “Can you try it on, Clarissa?” Arcadia encouraged. “It’s the first decent thing we have seen today.” “It’s not decent.” Clarissa hissed at her as the merchant left the tent.

she said. The shop was a small clothing shop with a half-dozen leather outfits ranging from full suits of clothes to skimpy bra-and-brief sets in the window. The clothing obscured the view of much of the interior, so Cherry had to take Lucy's word that she was not being taken to a sex shop. Once inside, the smell of new leather assailed their nostrils and Cherry breathed it deep into her lungs, gaining an appreciative look from both Lucy and Michael. The shop was simply filled with racks of leather coats, leather dresses, leather bodi

They were sacred, precious beyond measure. I turned away from her for a moment, walking over to the velvet-lined display rack. My eyes scanned through the collection of leather straps and cords before my fingers wrapped around the handle of a short leather whip. The leather was soft, supple, but it carried a solid weight. This would be perfect for a first time… enough sensation to awaken her desires without overwhelming her completely. I tested it once against my own palm, gauging the impact, ensuring I had complete control.

Shrugging my shoulders, I put on the clothes; no use arguing. The brown pants were actually a type of leather, soft leather. There was hardly any give; it was strong and would last a long time. The tunic was thicker, covering my chest well, so I didn't have to worry about becoming too cold. I would have to find cloth and sew myself some undergarments. I'm sure Prince Charming doesn't even wear any.

It reminds me of the outfit that I saw Gretel wear in the movie Hansel and Gretel. Almost the entire outfit is made of leather. The vest is covered in straps and buckles that I can hold various objects in. There are knee high, leather boots to match. Instead of black leather though it is all a light brown leather that is much softer than I am used to feeling. The outfit screams bad ass but the color helps tone it down enough that it does not seem too intimidating either. Hopefully, this will help the pack to accept me today.

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.

Kayla totally ignores my request as we get to the store. We step in and I am immediately in heaven. For some reason, I have always loved the smell of leather. Kayla knows this and, therefore, uses it as an excuse to have me try on the sexiest outfit she could put together. She hands me a dark brown leather mini skirt, a matching leather tank that zips up the front and a pair of thigh high boots to go with it. I take them to the dressing room and try them on. I look in the mirror, and I have a hard time believing that girl is me.