From an early age, and as far back as I can remember, I’ve just always wanted more. Not much has changed. I still want more.  More from life, more from a man, more from a relationship, more from sex, and…more from a pair of high-heel shoes.  Some might say that’s a little selfish. But it’s all relative, isn’t it.

I suppose it all started—well, who knows exactly, but I do remember using young Billy next door to get an ice-cream.  All the poor boy wanted was just to touch my hair.  Seemed a reasonable request, and so I agreed he could stroke my hair ten times, as long as he bought me an ice cream.  Innocent in itself, and we were both happy with the arrangement. Ten strokes equaled one ice cream.  Of course my demands for ice cream grew, as did Billy. But, to move along…

A few affairs came and went, but one stands out in particular. My first real love (yes, we always remember our first!)  I was with him for quite awhile.  At the time, I didn’t even know the meaning of the words fetish, domination, submission, and I don’t believe he did either, and yet…in hindsight it was all there, all along.

But, to cut to the present day.  I am living in the United States now, and have chosen to content myself with occasional trips back home to see friends and family, Marks & Spence, bistros and boutiques, and country pubs.  I live in a state which prides itself on sunny skies, sandy beaches, and……hurricanes. Have a guess.  

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It was once playfully noted, by a special submissive of mine, that I have ‘a compulsion for interesting men.’  I gave this comment some quite some thought, as I tied him up, slipped a butt plug inside him, and squeezed his balls, and I had to agree—he was right.

In truth, though, I’m a bit of a tease, given to fits of getting men aroused and then making them plead for more, or less (is there a difference?)  I just seem to have developed a knack for using my voice to lull men into a state where everything that they desire – and I mean everything – just slips from their lips… and becomes almost real, as I guide them to their secret wishes.  This excites me.  And, surprise, surprise…excites them too!

Of course, I don’t do any one thing for 24 hours.  Who does? That would be boring. I have many passions, and in particular, keeping an artistic eye on my professional photography career.  And, just so you know…  Sigh.  These pictures - I love them.  As well I should: I took them and had the most incredible model, Jenna.  Much as I might be tempted to lead you on and have you believe this is me, it simply isn't. As to the settings and poses, she was kind and empathic enough to help me recreate moments from my own life...

Well.  Enough about me.  Let me say one thing though.  The first time I wound up on top of a man, slid my hand between us, guided him into me and said, “Don’t you bloody well move or I’ll cut it off,” I learned what pleasure is.  Not the immediate, easy pleasure of an orgasm, but the pleasure of hearing the breathing of a man helpless and enthralled, a slave to his desires and his passion.  You may know the feeling, of when you have someone cornered in a business deal and it’s only a matter of time before they capitulate. 

That’s what I want: your capitulation.  For you to lose your… head, while I tease and torment you to that point and turn you into the desperately aroused thing you need to be. 

Interested?  Just follow me…