Try before you buy:

About six weeks ago I went into the local custom leather shop with some photos that I had downloaded of the Internet to order a pair of custom made bondage mittens. The sales area of the shop was small but was jam packed with bondage gear that was made in the back of the store. In addition to the store's stock, they also took custom orders. Their web site had photos of their standard products that were sold on the floor and a section where customers modeled their custom orders.

I had long fantasized about having my own pair of bondage mittens ever since I read a bondage short story on the Internet. In the story, the female captive was put into heavy bondage to include bondage mittens. I reread the paragraph several times and I wished that I were the one being put into the mittens. The idea of having my hands forced into tight fists and then helplessly encased in leather mittens turned me on incredibly. I thought that a pair of over the elbow leather bondage mitts would be the perfect addition to my bondage outfit.

My bondage outfit consisted of a white spandex cat suit that zipped up the back, a black leather corset that laced up the front, black leather thigh high boots with five inch heels, a pair of black leather opera length gloves and a tall locking posture collar. While I was not at all into cross-dressing I did love to wear high heel boots and had a few different pairs. I chose to wear white spandex because it was not only very comfortable but it was also very revealing. The silky white fabric was almost see through and there was absolutely no way to hide my erection when wearing them. The combination of high heel boots, leather and spandex made for a humiliation outfit, which was also a huge part of the turn on for me.

About six weeks ago I went into the leather shop to order my mittens. When I entered the shop the overwhelming smell of leather was intoxicating. I spoke with the sales girl named Amy who was working behind the counter. I showed her about a dozen photos that I had downloaded and printed off the Internet. Amy took the photos I had given to her and went in the back of the store, where the shop was. When Amy returned she told me that the mittens would cost roughly $300 depending on the type of leather.

Amy showed me the three types of leather I could chose from. I chose the medium thickness leather so it was more like a glove than a piece of bondage gear. She suggested that they add an additional piece of leather on the inside of mitts at the wrists. She said that the extra leather would be like a wrist cuff when the mitts were zipped up, the extra layer of leather would make it impossible for me to slip the mitten off. I took her suggestion, since I wanted to make sure I was completely helpless once zipped into my bondage mitts.

Amy took about ten measurements on each one of my arms. I showed her on my upper arm, where I wanted the mitts to come up to. Ultimately the mitts would encase my arms from my hands all the way up to a few inches past my elbows. Amy showed me the medium size heavy-duty zipper that would run the length of the mitt. She told me that it would take about four weeks to complete my order based on the other custom orders they were already working on.

When I got the call from Amy four weeks later I was so excited to pick up my bondage mitts. But unfortunately she told me that they were not quite done yet. She explained that they did not have enough of the zipper material and were waiting for more to come in. Amy suggested that I come in to try on the hand part of the mitts and to make sure the measurements were correct before they sew on the zippers.

Even though I was disappointed that my bondage mitts were not done, I was excited to go back to the store and try on the hand part. When I got to the store the leather smell was just as intoxicating as every other time I had gone in there. Amy had the mitts at the counter and showed me what they had done so far. She helped me slip my right hand into the mitt, which was not easy. As I slid my hand inside, the leather mitt forced me to curl my fingers around my thumb. Amy had me put my hand above my head so she could fold the leather around my arm. She asked me what I would be wearing underneath the mitts since today I had a long sleeve shirt on.

I told her that I would probably just be wearing spandex so it would not be taking up any room inside the mitt when fully zipped up. She asked me why I would be wearing spandex under the mitts. I told her that I would probably be wearing a spandex cat suit with my bondage mitts, that it was part of my bondage outfit. She asked me more about my bondage outfit. I told her that my bondage outfit was a white spandex catsuit, corset, five-inch heel thigh high boots and now my new bondage mittens.

Amy said, "Well, that sounds like some outfit, not many guys wear thigh high boots. I bet the bondage mittens are going to look great with your outfit." She checked the measurements on the left mitt the same way she did on the right one. She told me that as soon as the zippers came in they would finish the mitts and she would give me a call.

Two weeks later Amy sent me a text message with a photo of my bondage mittens. I was so excited I wanted to leave work immediately to go pick them up. A moment later I received a second text from Amy. This text had a photo of me in my bondage outfit and read, "Is this you?" The photo was of me, wearing my bondage outfit with my face slightly blurred. She must have found the photo on my Facebook profile. I replied, "Yes."

Amy sent me a second photo which was also from my Facebook profile and said, "Well bootboy it's nice to meet you. I love the outfit. Call me ASAP." I called Amy and she said that I could come get my bondage mittens any time. I told her that I would try to leave work early and get them today. Amy said that she had spoken with the owner of the store and that he wanted to know if I would be willing to take a few photos with my bondage mitts on for their web site and their Facebook page. I told Amy that I would be more than happy to take a few selfies at home and send them to her.

Amy said that they would really like to take the photos at the store. She said that they want me to wear my bondage outfit and try on my new mitts for the first time at the store. Without really thinking about the whole situation, I told Amy yes. The remainder of my workday was a total waste since all I could think about was picking up my new bondage mitts. I skipped lunch so that I could leave work early.

By the time I got home to change I realized that I had jut over an hour to get to the store before it closed. I would have liked to take a quick shower before getting changed but decided not to due to the time. I stripped off my work cloths and got dressed in my bondage outfit. I didn't take the time to really think about what I was doing. In reality I had never actually gone out in public wearing my bondage outfit and all of my bondage play had been self-bondage.

I slipped into my spandex cat suit and zipped it up to my neck. Next I laid down on the bed and tightly laced myself into my corset. Last but not least, I slipped my feet into my boots and zipped them up. I was so excited that my erection was straining the silky white fabric of my tights. Fortunately it was just cool enough out that I would not look strange wearing my leather jacket. The jacket was actually a women's leather jacket and was just long enough to cover my crotch and ass. However it was not long enough to conceal the fact that I was wearing white spandex tights and high heel thigh high boots.

I had chosen to take a cab to the store since there was no good parking in that area of town. On my previous trips to the store I ended up having to park a few blocks away and walk. While I felt pretty comfortable walking in my five-inch heel boots, walking a few city blocks might be a little hard on my feet. When I got into the cab I took the time to check my phone. Amy had sent me three text messages, checking to see if I was still coming. I replied to her and told her that I was on my way. Fortunately the driver did not engage me in conversation about my destination or choice of clothing.

The closer we got to the store, the more anxious and scared I got. When we arrived at the store there was some construction in the area so the driver had to drop me off at the end of the block. As I walked to the store I became more excited and aroused. When I got to the store and walked in I was once again hit with the intoxicating aroma of leather.

I had been to the store at least a half dozen time, including my two previous visits to order my bondage mitts. On all of my previous visits to the store, I couldn't ever recall there being any customers in the store with me. I had always assumed that most of the store's business was conducted on line. I assumed that todays visit; to pick up my bondage mittens would be the same, just Amy and me. But today there was at least a dozen other customers, maybe more, crammed into the tiny store.

Amy looked completely different too. The last two times I was in the store she was simply dressed in a "T" shirt, jeans and sneakers. Today however she was dressed much differently. Amy was dressed in a silky white shirt, skintight black leather pants and black high heel boots. She also had her hair done and wore some makeup, she looked completely different than the last two times I'd seen her.

I stood there, just inside the door while Amy approached me through the small crowd. She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down and said, "Welcome bootboy, I bet you didn't expect a crowd here when you picked up your order." Before I could answer, she reached up to my collar, grabbed the metal ring mounted to the front and led me deeper into the room. Amy addressed the crowd, "Everyone, this is bootboy and he's just here to pick up a custom order. He had us make him some very restrictive over the elbow bondage mittens." She continued. "He was kind enough to allow us to take some photos and videos of him in his new mitts for our web site."

Amy still had a hold of my collar when she said with a devious grin, "Why don't you take off your jacket and stay a while." I did as I was told and handed my jacket to some guy off to my right. The group consisted of both guys and girls. Some were dressed to play while most wore regular everyday street cloths. My erection was clearly visible to the entire group as I stood there in front of them. I was so embarrassed and humiliated but incredibly turned on, all at the same time. Rather than make eye contact with anyone, I looked downward in a submissive fashion. I fixated my attention on the boots of one of the girls standing right in front of me.

Amy let go of my collar and said, "Why don't you take off your gloves so you can try on your bondage mittens." I immediately pulled off my opera gloves and handed them to the same guy who took my jacket. Amy grabbed my new bondage mitts off the counter and showed them to me. She handed me one of the mitts and asked, "How do they look, is this want you had in mind?" I unzipped the mitt and said, "Yes ma'am." She placed the second mitt on a stool that was behind me and said, "Put your hand inside." I did as she instructed. The mitt forced my hand into a tight fist. Amy took my arm and put it up over my head. She grabbed the zipper on the inside of my wrist and pulled it down, encasing my right hand an arm in the tight, restrictive leather.

I was surprised at how tight the mitt was on my hand and arm. I could not move my fingers at all and was not able to bend my arm. While I inspected the right mitt, Amy unzipped the left one and took my arm. While she began to put the mitt on my left arm I asked her, "Can I take the right one off?" While she began to zip the left mitt down my arm she replied, "No." Now both of my hands and arms were helplessly encased in tight restrictive leather. Amy said, "Now show the group our quality craftsmanship" and she smacked me on the ass and pushed me forward towards them.

The strangers began to visually and physically inspect my bondage mitts. I was a very weird feeling having them touching and feeling my leather covered arms. After a minute or two of the inspection, Amy took my by the collar and lead me back to where the stool was. She had me stand in front of a wall filled with leather bondage gear. A female from the group produced a fancy looking camera and began to take photos of me and the bondage mittens. I followed her instructions while she snapped dozens of photos.

What I hadn't noticed was there was a second female with a compact video camera, documenting my ordeal as well. Amy told me that they also wanted to make a short video for their web site as well. Not that I had much of a choice but I reluctantly agreed.

Amy asked me if I liked my bondage mittens. I replied, "Yes ma'am." She asked me how I felt wearing them. I replied, "Kind of helpless." Amy said, "Well that's good, you told me that was what you were looking for when you ordered them." She continued, " Except I read that on your FetLife profile you want to be helplessly bound as well." Before I could answer, she held up a pair of leather wrist cuffs. The cuffs looked to be about three inch wide and were joined the middle. Each side of the cuff had a roller buckle like a belt to secure the cuff around the captive's wrist. Amy said, "These are our heavy duty leather manacles. The cuffs are both sewn and riveted together in the middle." She continued, "Once the roller buckles are secured, they can also be locked in place with small luggage pad locks." Amy held the manacles in front of me and said, "We've sold a lot of these and I've never heard of a submissive getting out of them."

Amy asked me, "Would you like to try them on?" I was so choked up I could not answer, I just lifted my hands up towards the manacles. Amy said, "Oh no, not in front, stand up, turn around and put your hands behind your back. I did as I was told and before I realized what was happening, my arms were being held behind my back by two of the guys from the crowd. While the guys held my arms, Amy worked on securing my wrists behind my back. I was able to hear the first roller buckle being secured around my right wrist. Then the second one was secured around my left wrist.

As I turned around to face my captors I realized just how helpless I now was. My hands were helplessly encased in leather and my wrists were now cuffed behind my back. I could tell that the backs of my hands were touching. Due to the tightness of the wrist cuffs, I was not able to rotate my wrists at all.

Amy showed me two small back padlocks. She said, "Once I lock these on the cuffs your ours for the evening." She explained that the group did not just happen to show up at the store the same time I was going to pick up my bondage mitts. She said that they meet as a group every month or so and play. If they can't find a submissive to play with for the meeting, one of the members is picked to be the submissive. Amy said, "Your bondage mitts were done almost two weeks ago, I just kinda wanted you to come in tonight, and be our submissive." She continued, "For us it is way more fun to play with a new, inexperienced submissive." Amy went behind me and locked each of the roller buckle cuffs with a small padlock.

When she came back in front of me she held what appeared two more roller buckle cuffs, joined tighter with a short chain. She held up the cuffs and said, "These are our locking high heel hobbles. They are three inch leather cuffs joined together with a heavy duty four inch chain." She continued, "Each cuff has an additional strap that goes under the heel of your boot." She said that the initial design of the cuff was to secure a pair of high heel shoes to the submissive feet. Amy said, "Since your wearing high heel boots and cant slip them off anyway, the extra strap is just kinda there for show."

Amy handed the hobbles to the girl whose boots I had been staring at just a few minutes earlier, as I sat helplessly on the stool. The girl went to work securing the first cuff around my right ankle. Then she pulled my left foot in towards my right and secured the second cuff. The girls stood up and admired her handy work while Amy ordered me to stand up and try to walk.

The chain that joined the ankle cuffs was so short I could not take full step. All I could do was a kind of shuffle step, which seemed to amuse the group of people watching me. After a few frustrating steps I stopped and tried to return to the stool. The girl who had just put the cuffs on my ankles squatted down and applied a small pad lock securing each ankle. When she got up, the girl smacked me on the ass and told me to keep walking.

I hobbled the length of the small store over the next few seconds. When I reached the front door I was told to turn around and come back. I'd have to say that hobbling towards the group was the most humiliating thing I had done to me so far. As I hobbled back towards the group, most of them had their phones out taking photos or videos of my ordeal.

Amy had me sit on the stool for what I was in store for next. Someone behind me put a leather strap around my elbows and pulled them uncomfortably together. One of the guys did the same to my knees. I was kind of balanced on the stool at this point and hoped that I did not fall over.

Amy explained to me that for the remainder of the evening, I would be the group's bondage toy. She said that we would be going with them to a local dungeon where the members would be able to take turns putting me into heavy bondage and have their way with me. She continued, "You know, the usual subby stuff, spanking, flogging, nipple clamps, kissing your mistresses boots, eating her pussy, kissing your masters boots and sucking his cock." I was speechless.

Amy removed my posture collar, the one that I was wearing when I came into the store. She said, "Don't worry I'm gonna replace it with something a whole lot worse." She held up a black ball gag harness. Amy said, "This is a new item for us and we're gonna try it out on you." She put the ball in my mouth and began to secure the straps to my head. Once the huge black ball got situated behind my teeth and Amy secured the straps it did not move at all. The ballgag restricted my breathing to just my nose and any hopes of communication. All I could do was make inaudible grunts and moans against the gag.

Another woman from the group approached me with a Styrofoam head that was covered in leather. Amy said, "Last but not least, probably the hottest and most scary bondage gear we have." She continued, "This is our basic bondage hood. It has two nose holes to breath through, laced down the back and is secured around your neck with a locking posture collar."

The woman holding the hood looked at me and said, "They put me in this once and it was the worst experience of my life. I cried the entire time I was in it. I hope we don't scare you away like some of the other submissive. Its so nice to have a true submissive to play with and torture." She loosened the laces that ran down that ran down the back of the hood just enough to pull it off of the Styrofoam head. She looked over at Amy who nodded her head at the woman. She held the ominous looking piece of bondage gear directly on front of my face while she loosened the laces that ran down the back a little more to accommodate my head.

Like everything else Amy and her group of friends had done to me this evening, being put into a bondage helmet was also one of my many fantasies. But, much like every submissive I have seen in the bondage porn I had watched, I too found myself pleading with my captor not to put the hood on me. I shook my head and tried to talk around the huge ball gag in my mouth.

The woman holding the helmet was not dissuaded by my pleading and began to slide the leather helmet down over my head. Since she had loosened the laced that ran down the back of the helmet, it slipped easily into place on my head. But just as quickly as she slipped the helmet down over my head, she pulled it back off. At this point I was now breathing quite quickly due to the combination of fear and excitement.

The woman was now sitting in front of me on her own stool. She said, "Since you have been such a good subby so far I want to reward you." She continued, "I read on your profile that you like to worship women's feet and boots?" I nodded my head indicating, "Yes." She replied, "Good, I think you'll like this then" and she proceeded to take off her boots and remove her stockings. She balled them up and put them in my lap while she put her boots back on.

Once she put her boots back on, she then took her balled up stockings and held them firmly over my nose. I was still breathing heavily through my nose since the ball gag made it almost impossible to breath through my mouth. I tried to control my breathing so I could enjoy the scent of her stockings. The stockings were still warm and moist and they smelled funky. After I took a few deep breaths she dropped one of the stockings in my lap and began to slide the other one over my head. Once she got the first of her stockings over my head, she smoothed the excess fabric around my neck. Then she did the same with the second stocking. Then came the helmet.

She pulled the helmet back down over my head and began to tighten the laces. Each breath I took smelled like her moist stockings and leather from the inside of the helmet. While I have never really been claustrophobic, I sensed myself begin to panic a little as she laced the hood tightly on my head. I worked hard to control my breathing and tried to not hyperventilate. I focused on how good each breath I took smelt while I could feel her buckling the posture collar that was attached to the helmet around my neck.

The helmet completely restricted my ability to see and hear. I tested how much I could move my head with the helmet/posture collar combination on. The tall posture collar restricted almost all movement of my head. I sat there on the stool and focused on controlling my breathing. My shoulders began to hurt a little bit as a result of the tight strap pulling my elbows together behind my back.

I felt someone pulling on the straps that went around my knees and elbows. They removed the straps and helped me to my feet. My wrists were still restrained behind my back and my ankles were still hobbled. It felt good to have the strap off of my elbows. I could feel someone holding each of my arms and they began to direct me to my feet. I followed their lead and began to hobble across the room. I had no idea which direction we were going but could tell when we reached a door. The chain that hobbled my ankles was just long enough to allow me to step down from the doorway. I could feel colder air against the parts of my body that were not covered in leather.

My captors next directed me into a sitting position in what I could only assume was the back seat of a car. Once on position they reapplied the strap that bound my knees together then did the same to my elbows. I could feel the movement of the car but the leather helmet blocked out almost all of the sound. To my left felt like it was the car door and to my right was one of my captors. As we drove, whoever was seated to my right began to tease and torment me. They began to rub my upper legs took a tight grasp onto my erection. For the remainder of the drive they stroked my erection on and off to keep me on edge.

About ten minutes later we arrived at our destination and I was helped inside. I was placed on what felt like a bed and was released from my wrist and ankle cuffs. It felt great to stretch my limbs. I also had some relative freedom except that my hands were forced into tight fists and encased in leather and my ability to see, hear or speak was still restricted by the helmet.

My freedom was short lived as it felt like my captors were now applying rope to my wrists, ankles elbows and knees. After a few short minutes my arms were helplessly bound tightly behind my back and legs were bound tightly at the ankles and knees. They rolled me onto my stomach and tied my ankles to my wrists.

Like most submissive I had fantasized about being helplessly hogtied. I'd even practiced some self-bondage hogties in the past. But this was ten times as restrictive. I could barley move an inch in any direction and the combination of my corset and being on my stomach made it hard to breathe. Fortunately someone rolled me onto my side and began to stroke my semi hard erection back to life.

Over the next hour or two I was tied and untied three more times. After the last one someone began to work on my collar, removing the lock and loosening the buckle. Then they unlaced the helmet and took it of my head. Even though I still had the stocking over my head, the light hurt my eyes. The same woman who had put the helmet on me had taken it off. She pulled her stocking off of my head and went to work removing the ball gag in my mouth. Next she produced a bottle of water and poured some in my mouth since my hands were still helplessly secured in my bondage mitts.

She introduced herself as Stephanie and asked me how I was feeling. I told her I was doing OK. She said that she was impressed with my bondage outfit and wanted to know if I wanted to continue to be her submissive for the remainder of the evening. Before I could answer her, she took hold of my semi hard erection and began to stroke me through my tights. I asked Stephanie, "Where are we?" She replied, "At my place. Everyone else is gone."

I looked down at Stephanie's boots and then back up at her and asked, "Can I smell you feet?" She let go of my erection and reached down and unzipped her left boot. She put the unzipped boot up to my face so I could have a sniff. I pushed my face against the boot and inhaled through my nose. The warm, sweaty, funky, leathery smell was better than I could have ever imagined.

Stephanie tossed the boot on the floor and raised her foot up to my face. I tried to grab her foot but the bondage mitts were so tight that I couldn't bend my arms. She held her foot up to my nose so I could take a sniff. Her foot smelled as amazing as her boot did.

After a few seconds she asked me a second time if I was wanted to be her submissive for the remainder of the evening. Of course I eagerly replied, "Yes." Stephanie went to work removing my bondage mittens. My hands were so stiff I could barley make my fingers work. She ordered me to take my clothes off and stand in front of her. I got my boots off first and then went to work on trying to unlace my corset. My shoulders were to stiff and tight to reach behind my neck to unzip my spandex unitard so Stephanie had to help me with that. I peeled off my tights and stood before Stephanie naked.

Stephanie looked at me and said, "You can take off my other boot and smell my stinky feet." I sat on the floor at her feet and did as I was told. Over the course of the next hour Stephanie let me eat her pussy and then we had sex. After I came inside her, she made me eat her pussy again and clean up all of my cum.

It was just after midnight when she told me to get dressed and leave. As much as I had always loved to slip into my spandex tights and thing high boots, the thought of getting dressed in my bondage outfit again was not all that appealing. I had never worn my bondage outfit for six hours like I had just done. I put on my tights and boots and jacket and decided to carry the rest of my stuff.

Stephanie thanked me for a fun evening and promised that we'd do it again soon. The cab ride home was uneventful. Fortunately this driver did not engage me about my outfit or my overwhelming smell of sex. When I got home I was able to make it from the cab to my apartment without seeing any of my neighbors. I took off my tights and boots and took a long hot shower. Since every muscle in my body was tight and sore I called in sick for work and passed out in bed.