gynarchistguy

I've had a Femdom orientation since at least age 10, when I was thrilled, for unknown reasons, by the movie Attack of the 50 Foot Woman. A little later, I loved hearing the old song Hard Hearted Hannah, the Vamp of Savannah. ('She'll tease 'em and thrill 'em, she'll torture and kill 'em, is her delight they all say...'). And I loved Women in slit skirt cheongsams, again not knowing why.
Then there was a life-changing time in freshman English. We sat is a horseshoe shaped arrangement, and I was on the very end of the row. So I had an unhindered view of Mrs. W. as she sat at her desk. It was easy to stare at her crossed legs and high heels over the book I was supposed to be reading.
Of course I developed a huge crush on her. She was about 10 or 11 years older, and the first young adult Woman I had met. But over and above the crush, I began a lifelong obsession with black high heel pumps and nylons. When Mrs. W. dangled one of those pumps from her big toe, I could barely restrain myself from getting up and kissing her foot, her high heel, and whatever else she told me to worship.
A few years later, I fell in love with Nancy Sinatra with her 'These Boots Are Made for Walkin' and 'How Does That Grab You, Darlin'.