I have a dirty little secret…

It started about four years ago when I discovered a new fascination – an unanticipated, wholly decadent, deliciously sinful delight. I must admit, for those of you that know me, this may be a bit of a shock. I have a dirty little secret.

It started when I had a bit more money than usual, and a bit more time. That’s when my love affair began. The feel of leather against my skin, the firm, tight pressure of the straps around my ankles, the anticipation of pain… never did I expect it to draw me in like it has. And yet… a few times a year I surrender to it.

I have a dirty little secret… I really enjoy the sound, the smack and crack with every step across a hardwood floor, the strutting, the straining to stand upright, to pose. I have to admit, it took me by surprise.

I really like… expensive, leather shoes.

Where was your mind going?