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Fairytales and Castles, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

Rosenborg Castle, Copenhagen, Capital Region of Denmark, Denmark

My family hails from a small but steeped in history country, Denmark, a country of fairytales and castles. Soft rolling hills, green pastures, 1000 year old cities. A country surrounded by bodies of water that cradle this now peaceful land like two gentle hands that meet at the tip top in a place called Skagen. The trip to Skagen is magical as you drive you through countrysides of soft rolling hills, and sand dunes that have a life of their own, that literally eat up the buildings of yesteryear. Creamy white sand reclaiming what man has made returning it to the elements from whence it came. Sexy This week-fairytales-castles-Skagens-sand-engulfed-churchA road trip we took many times through country dotted with architecture and structures from a time gone by. Structures of stone and metal, manors, and castles of grandeur, that for most people can only imagine seeing in their dreams. Dreams that bring to life stories, feelings, and thoughts of hope and the future, fairytales and castles, that’s what sexy this week.

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Tidbits; Beginnings

Beginnings

People always ask how I got into the world of fetish and erotic dressing, in particular domination. I can’t really answer exactly how I got here but I guess you could say that I was born with it. In my DNA, my genes, my fetish interests all there, I just needed to be tapped into it, I guess. The high end fashions, lingerie, leather, latex, high heels, stockings garters pantyhose. The crack of the whip, tightening of a buckle, locking a latch, melting some wax, smell and shine of the rubber, leather, PVC. The make-up, hair, the LOOK that commanded attention and garnered some serious respect. It was inevitable

I’m also not sure if it was while in Denmark at the age of 22 at a dinner I was invited to; a dinner with a slave suspended over the dining table that got me interested. Or maybe it was the lovely gentleman who invited me over who “saw something in me” all classy, stylish, and slick that had something to do with opening the tap for the waters of fetish to flow freely. (more…)

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Fairytales and Castles, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

Rosenborg Castle, Copenhagen, Capital Region of Denmark, Denmark

My family hails from a small but steeped in history country, Denmark, a country of fairytales and castles. Soft rolling hills, green pastures, 1000 year old cities. A country surrounded by bodies of water that cradle this now peaceful land like two gentle hands that meet at the tip top in a place called Skagen. The trip to Skagen is magical as you drive you through countrysides of soft rolling hills, and sand dunes that have a life of their own, that literally eat up the buildings of yesteryear. Creamy white sand reclaiming what man has made returning it to the elements from whence it came. Sexy This week-fairytales-castles-Skagens-sand-engulfed-churchA road trip we took many times through country dotted with architecture and structures from a time gone by. Structures of stone and metal, manors, and castles of grandeur, that for most people can only imagine seeing in their dreams. Dreams that bring to life stories, feelings, and thoughts of hope and the future, fairytales and castles, that’s what sexy this week.

(more…)

Tidbits; Beginnings

Beginnings

People always ask how I got into the world of fetish and erotic dressing, in particular domination. I can’t really answer exactly how I got here but I guess you could say that I was born with it. In my DNA, my genes, my fetish interests all there, I just needed to be tapped into it, I guess. The high end fashions, lingerie, leather, latex, high heels, stockings garters pantyhose. The crack of the whip, tightening of a buckle, locking a latch, melting some wax, smell and shine of the rubber, leather, PVC. The make-up, hair, the LOOK that commanded attention and garnered some serious respect. It was inevitable

I’m also not sure if it was while in Denmark at the age of 22 at a dinner I was invited to; a dinner with a slave suspended over the dining table that got me interested. Or maybe it was the lovely gentleman who invited me over who “saw something in me” all classy, stylish, and slick that had something to do with opening the tap for the waters of fetish to flow freely. (more…)