I’ve been thinking all about fear: why are people so scared to share their fantasies? One of my favourite calls came from a first-timer who I had never talked to before:
He had me describe what I was wearing. It included my favourite pair of black stockings with a lace elastic to hold it up that hits me around the thigh. I have these black lace panties and bra to match (I love lace, in case you hadn’t noticed). I removed everything from the waist down, and one foot at a time helped him into my stockings. I had him stick one foot out, and I bunched the stockings up and slowly pulled upwards, letting my soft hands tease his skin and letting the nylon move slowly up, caressing his skin and giving him goosbumps.
I did the same with the opposite leg, describing to him how I was moving the stocking up gently and carefully, and slowly enough for him to take in the sensations of the moment.
I have a brown pair of high heels – they’re smaller, only two inches – that I helped him in. He presented his left foot, and I slid the shoe carefully past his toes, fitting it comfortably onto his foot. I did this with the second high heel, taking care to slow down and enjoy the moment. I warned him that it may be tight, and I let him hold my arm as I instructed him to take his first step. He told me it felt good, so I told him to take another.
When I let him go I asked him to practice, and call me back when he felt comfortable enough to try my black, 3-inch heels that I have set aside for him.
What some might thing as a weird dress-up fetish I see as a symbol of strength; a willingness step out and away from the norm and find something that makes him happy.
And in some weird, tiny way I am a part of bringing joy into someone’s life – role-played or not, real or imagined, the joy is there. Why be scared to embrace what you really want in a healthy way that is safe and legal?
Hell, if I weren’t getting so much deviant phone sex I’d call too.