Fetishist. I love women in shiny clothes. Leather, pvc, latex, vinyl, spandex, boots, stockings, pantyhose, etc. I'm now in my 40s, in a committed marriage, heterosexual, and we enjoy to wear leather and shiny fashions together. I'm not looking for anything, just enjoying the naughty shiny pictures. I am also on FetLife, find me there as DeadLeather.

Here's a fantasy I wrote myself;

Golden Oak

You are knelt against the cold hardwood floor completely naked. The vintage wood floor has many marks and dents in the finish. This room is completely empty except one lone lightbulb, aside it's burnt out sister in the ceiling fixture. No furnishings, no decor, just four walls, a dim light bulb, and you.

Your bare skin is growing cold, and the ring from your collar brushes your chest and sends a shiver through your whole body. How long had it been since I lead you in there, 10 minutes, 30, an hour? As you ponder this you suddenly hear the heft of my boots approach through the house, and you gasp for air. Your pulse starts to race as you anticipate what may come. The door is thrown open and your flesh erupts in goose pimples. You lower your head to the floor and start to tremble.

My heavy leather boots clomping on the floor as I circle around from behind you. The creak of my stiff leather trousers licks at your ears, probing your lustful thoughts. I stand before you, but you dare not raise your head. I reach down to clasp the chain of your lead to your collar. Your nipples stiffen as the cold chain brushes against them. I pull you up gently, but firmly by the chain and you obey. You stand in front of me, head still lowered, but you can now see my tight leather outfit, and begin to tremble again.

I softly brush your cheek with my leather gloved hand, before grasping your chin and lifting your eyes to meet mine. I firmly kiss you, pressing my coarse stubble into your face. The stubble stings your skin, and you try to drink me into you, as though you've thirsted for days, but I pull away.

"Come with me."

I tug at your leash, and you follow at just enough length to feel the pressure on your neck.