I may not have thought of them ever were it not for searching for some other item that now escapes me. They were in a cupboard above my closet in the case which I had made especially for them. Seeing my leathers brought fourth an almost painful longing for their warm supple feel against my naked skin. I longed to feel the singular rush of erotic power they gave me. I had a staff meeting scheduled for that morning, but I was not aware of the time. I began to pull the outfit out of the case and arrange it on the bed in ritual order as I had at home on Earth.
As always, I felt each piece as I laid it out. Real leather is extremely rare anymore, and this leather was incredibly soft. Touching it was a sensuous experience. There were many pieces: Thigh high boots that laced up the sides, thong style panties, a leather garter belt and silk stockings, a leather corset, a lace trimmed leather bra, long satin gloves, a silver chain choker and jewelry. Mark used to kid me that it took an hour to put on and a moment to remove. But the preparation was part of the pleasure. I would shed off one skin slowly and literally put on another.