Classy, exotic, leather, latex, high heels, knee high boots, all describe Stella van Gent. She loves fetish wear and even wears it out into the “real world”. Here’s what happens when she does:
For a moment, I knew what rapture was. I was sitting in my favorite cafe’ drinking espresso and reading “Berliner Morgenpost”. As I leaned over to take another sip of espresso, I glanced over the top of my newspaper and saw her. She was standing just ten feet away on the curbside lighting a cigarette. As she slowly inhaled the first puff, I allowed my eyes to wander down her body. She wore a tight fitting leather top, leather skirt, black nylons and over the knees leather boots with five inch heels. She looked absolutely delicious.
At this point I forgot where I was and my mind took me on a surreal trip, and I was suddenly naked except for the collar around my neck, in a dark room…
As I walked up behind her, she slowly turned toward me and stopped me with a look. I knew what was next and got down on my hands and knees ready to receive my punishment. She brought the crop down on my bare ass, lightly at first, almost teasingly, then much harder.
“Danke Geliebte”, I whispered.
“Do not speak to me in German! Your butchery of the language is an offense to my ears!”, she barked, in perfect English, and brought the crop down again.
“You’ve been very naughty. How do you plan on proving to me that you are still worthy of my presence?” she demanded.
I obediently turned in her direction and began to worship her black and white leather clad feet, the smell of the leather and her was intoxicating. After a short period of time, an instant, she pulled her foot away and smacked me on the ass with the crop again. It felt so good that I almost came. She noticed my reaction, and barked, “You will not satisfy yourself, until you satisfy ME! My slaves must have control, or else they are not worthy!”.
“Yes mistress”, I whimpered, my cock so hard and ready to burst that it was beginning to hurt. I was in nirvana.
She bent over and I crawled over to pleasure her. I softly caressed her ass and then began to massage her labia with my tongue. She moaned softly, which brought me even closer to orgasm…
“…mehr Kaffeeherr”, I heard the waiter say, snapping me out of my daydream.
My dream woman was no longer on the curbside. I didn’t see her anywhere.
“Kein danke”, I replied laying the newspaper in my lap, trying to hide my erection.

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