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Hi, I've been interested in some form of kink since I was 13.... but has grown quite a bit since. Latex is a strong interest of mine (as you can see...!)
I have a naturally dominant streak in regular life, probably developed in the business world. This side of me loves to take a woman, bind her, tease her, use her for my (our) pleasure, and take gentle care of her after.
Perhaps that's why I can appreciate a strong confident woman. I find them incredibly sexy. When a woman decides it's time to take control, I can crumble. When I am hooded, chained, and controlled, I shiver at her touch. Because I have to be so much in control during the day, I guess I look towards giving up control.
Some of my interest in female authority figures may have come from an event from my childhood...., when I was young, my friends (divorced) mother who lived across the street, was very attractive. She would dress in sexy outfits, and at 13, was really starting to get my young hormones stirring in me. One day (and this is a VERY true story), I was over my friends house hanging out. He had to go in and perform some chore for his mother, but said he would be back out in a half hour. I can't remember what it was, but I thought I'd stay and wait for him. Well, while I was wandering around outside his house, I noticed there in a trash can next to the garage was a pair of white gogo boots that I had seen his mom wear many times (to my delight). They were a bit scuffed, and she must have not wanted them anymore. I was fascinated by them..... smooth and shiny... picturing her legs in them.... now, I don't remember any feelings or thoughts like that before, but I really wanted to feel what it was like to have them on. I went into the garage, took off my shoes, and zipped them on. They fit well (I had smaller feet back then  ). I had jeans on, but since they were tight around my calf, I had to zip them under my pants leg. This was a strange, exciting feeling.... I was thinking of her nylon covered legs........,and was lost in thought while I walked around the garage, aroused.... wondering...... I didn't hear Mrs. X coming until she rounded the corner..... I froze there like a deer in the headlights..... my mind raced, and I hoped that since the garage was dark, and my pants legs were pulled down, that she wouldn't notice the boots on my feet, or the physical reaction they were obviously causing. Mrs. X stopped in the doorway and asked if I wanted to stay for dinner. Even in my stunned state, I knew that I had to get home soon, so I stuttered a 'no thank you'. She said ok, and before she turned to leave, she smiled and said "nice boots". I WAS MORTIFIED! She walked away, and I stripped off the boots, thew them back into the trash and ran home. I didn't go back for weeks, but nothing seemed to come out of it, and was soon forgotten. That was, until the Pickel Barrel miniskirt party up at Killington, VT..... but thats another story (see pic#2)....
....... more excitement wasted on youth!
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building a new dungeon in the basement!... drywalling, adding overhead eye hooks, a pulley system, and storage for all the equipment! |
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| Age: 27 |
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Costa Rica |
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