A Fetish Doll For Mommy

Her name was Lady Isis and she was a 20-year-old blonde leather specialist. My fathers life as he knew it ended that day. Lady Isis was a 6' foot tall living doll. She had long, straight platinum blonde hair with golden blonde highlights that fell down to her perfect ass. An 18" inch waist and perfect E cup breasts. Her face had an artificial beauty about it. A small, dainty upturned nose, lips too full to be real and chiseled cheekbones. Her eyes were cold and ice blue. She wore ultra long false upper lashes, lower lashes and blood red lip-gloss. Her face would have been perfect with no make up but she loved ultra exotic look. Heavy cream eye shadows and heavy black eyeliner for the cat eyes look.

Lady Isis also had a taste for the most expensive of kid leathers. She was also a smoker who preferred brands like Virginia slims 120's, Sherman 164's and other ultra longs. When she would smoke she didn't just smoke her cigarette, she made love to it.

James had no chance with her. She was every perverse dream he had ever had come true. James was no longer the house slut after his first session with her. He became her devoted property.

Chapter 2

James lavished Lady Isis with expensive gifts. Custom made leather boots, mini dresses, cat suits, ultra long Italian kid gloves and even leather bed sheets. He set her up in a Penthouse Apartment on Park Avenue and became her sole client. Unlike the other dominants he had seen she could control him. She would often masturbate him to the point of orgasm and then stop at the last second before she would literally kick him out of her apartment. If he was a good boy and spent enough money on her she would tie him spread eagle on the leather bed sheets and then fuck him in her leathers as she smoked. It was too much for him and he made that fatal mistake. He fell in love with her and married her.

Life for James became more complicated than he bargained for after his marriage to the ice queen. As CEO of a Wall Street firm he had to keep up certain appearances. He purchased the customary home in upscale Greenwich and began to pass off Isis as a member of a European royal family.