Mistress Dolores Recalls the Leather Market in Florence

Underneath her was a naked man with his face licking her leather boots…

Mistress Dolores was going on a grand tour. She studied the four large suitcases, and wondered if they would be enough.

The first suitcase was old and battered, covered in different luggage stickers from multiple countries…

With one sniff, she was right back on that hot summer day in Florence.

It had been her first holiday alone. In her mind’s eye, she saw herself: tight blue jeans with a new blonde haircut and two new nipple piercings.

She walked confidently off the train and thought she’d better find a place to stay. The whole travel thing had been done on a whim, to get away from a messy break-up, and work out if it was her body in the wrong, or the fact that normal vanilla relationships bored her.

She looked down at the small, shabby suitcase she had borrowed from her friend the Vixen, and knew that she needed an upgrade soon.

As she walked over the famous bridges of Florence, she started to relax.

Eventually she fished out her mobile and saw that somebody had booked her a suite in a very nice five-star hotel, no name. She also had a lot of texts from the Vixen, about clients she was having to deal with while away. She had just set up their club, and had to be convinced to go on holiday, and the Vixen did this in her own special way.

Mistress Dolores’s feet were starting to hurt, she wished she had stopped for a drink on the way to the hotel, but she was now dreaming about a bath, and maybe a face time call with the Vixen.

One of the wheels had started to fall off the suitcase, and its zip on the side was coming undone. As she tried to get to the hotel door, the zip gave up and all her toys and lingerie fell to the feet of the concierge.

“I am so sorry.”

“Don’t worry, these things happen. Are you checking in?”

She smiled back and wished she didn’t have a double-ended dildo in her left hand and a riding crop in her other hand.

She decided to carry on smiling and try and get it all back into this terrible, borrowed suitcase. Signed in, Dolores made a mental note to find out when the concierge finished work.

The lift took her to the third floor and a large suite was already waiting for her. She walked in and felt the cooling feel of the air on her skin, helping her to relax. She strode through to the balcony and found a chilled bottle of champagne waiting. Of course, there was a note on sealed parchment, with the wax seal of a cute female fox.

Dolores uncorked it and poured the gold liquid into a flute. She looked back at the parchment and nearly choked on the drink. The scroll said:

‘You deserved a holiday, so have this one on me and if you don’t… expect your ass will be mine for a month! Love, the Vixen.’

She owed a lot to her best friend.

She turned the tap on the bath, and tried to find a place to dump that horrible suitcase, and thought the only thing for it was a quick death over the balcony.

She took a firm hold and threw it to the wind gods, wishing it well on its trip.

Tomorrow she would go to the famous leather market of Florence, and buy something special. She had looked it up and knew a couple of things she wanted, from leather trousers to corsets, and of course the amazing handbags…

She jumped into the bath, and took her favourite dildo, and plunged it into her wet pussy.

As she did this, a face time call went off. She managed to get out of the bath and walk over to the bed to answer it. A screen image of a pack of foxes came up, and then vanished, turning into the Vixen.

“Oh honey, how’s it going?”

“It’s amazing, but total overkill on the room, darling.”

“Well, a queen like you needs a proper place to hang. While you are there, any plans for tomorrow?”

“Yes, the leather market. I am afraid I had to kill your suitcase.”

“Oh dear. Why? Was it a bad boy?” she laughed at her and leaned back into her throne. Underneath her was a naked man with his face licking her leather boots.

Mistress Dolores grinned when she saw this,“I see you are enjoying one of my clients, then. Well, your suitcase decided to embarrass me in front of the porters of this pleasure place by dumping my underwear and toys at their feet.”

“Oh no,” she giggled.

“It’s not funny. Luckily, he was so hot, he didn’t seem to notice what I had in my hands.”

“Sounds fun. Well, must get back to the hard work here. Enjoy, and don’t come back without some leather goodies for me.”

“I won’t. Anything you like I didn’t already know?”

“You choose. Enjoy. Love you, bye bye.”

“Bye”

As she walked through the lobby, she noticed that the same guy was on the desk from last night. She strode up to him, and with one look took his face in her hands and passionately kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“For being so kind last night, and now how about you come to the leather market with me and find me a new suitcase.”

She strode out in front, towering over him in her long, leather boots.

They reached the market and one of the best smells in the world fuelled her nose. That smell of power mixed with lust and boiled down into the finest, smoothest silk of leather.

They stopped for a coffee, so they could work out her plan of attack. The first thing she wanted was a suitcase. None had taken her fancy, until she saw the perfect one.

Not a new one, but a weathered, beautiful brown one made from crocodile leather.

She had to have it, but first that famous game to play. She picked up a leather corset for her and the Vixen, and some very short leather shorts, that she could not wait to remove from the Vixen’s bum.

Now she had the seller's attention, she went in for the kill while paying. In very broken Italian:

“That suitcase there, how much?”

“It’s not for sale. It was my grandfather’s, and it’s the only thing I have got left that belonged to him. He was like a father to me.”

Back in the present, she stroked the old but now familiar suitcase and was transported back to that market in Florence, and the totally over the top price she paid to get that leather case. It probably cost the whole amount of the suite she was staying in at the time, but she didn’t care, she always got what she wanted. She also remembered what she had done for the next six hours with Antonio the nice guy from the hotel, it made her smile.

She looked at all three of the suitcases, and knew that the only suitcase she needed was the one with the memories of Florence attached. She could live without any of the others, but losing this one would be like a heartache that she could not cope with. But before her slave saw the tears, she packed everything and looked forward to her future.

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