I don’t know why I need it, and I intentionally write “need”, that my partner is wearing straps and stockings when having sex.
I often thought about what could have been trigger for my kind of fetishism; maybe it was the movie “the graduate”, that I saw at the age of 13, thus in a phase of first sexual thoughts. Mrs. Robinson was then sleeping with the young Dustin Hoffman in a hotel, and was wearing black straps and stockings.
Because this was my first “sexual experience”, I maybe connected the wearing of such things with sexuality. Anyway, from then, pictures, movies and stories in which women were wearing straps, stockings or high heels attracted me.
When I had my first girlfriend with 16 and it came to first sexual actions, I didn’t dare to ask her if she would wear such things for me. Even later with different partners, I at most hinted this preference, because I’ve always been afraid that the women maybe couldn’t understand it or maybe declared my as insane.
My phantasy when masturbating however was only living from such pictures. But in the long run this wasn’t very satisfying for me and I think also for my partners, because it was always harder for me to get “horny”. But what should I do?!
A grave changement came when I, at the age of 21, fell in love with a woman. I met her at a party and we fell in love after a short time. When she slept the first time at my place – it was late, I was already lying in my bed - she came in from the bathroom, only a candle was burning on the window sill, so it was very dark, she undressed her dress and was wearing straps and stockings underneath.

I was electified and couldn’t believe my eyes. She undressed totally this night, but only the thought of what I had just seen was stimulating me that much that this first night became a wonderful experience.
Short time after, I asked her to keep these things on during the sex (I really dared to), and she did it without looking at me like at a weirdo. I’ll never forget this night. I was in a total inebrication and lucky to finally get what I had wished for so long. From then I spent much money on dessous. I bought her straps and stockings in black, red, purple, green and white and high heels, dresses, skirts, in a word everything my fetish wanted.
Our sexual life was the best thing for me, but on and on my fetish became some kind of a mania, and my girlfriend came into a great crisis. She felt like only a piece of meat and asked if she maybe was changeable. I dispaired and sweared that I could only do this with her and that there couldn’t be another one. But as she refused to play these games further, I fell into a deep hole. I really loved her with all my heart, but without my fetish I couldn’t sleep with her anymore.

Our relationshop became worse and worse and I dispaired totally. In the end she left me and I was totally destoryed. Since then, I didn’t have any relationship anymore and I also don’t want any. My fetish I “feed” with pornos, because it’s power over me is as strong as it always was.

When I first entered the fetish shop “domination”, I instatly recognized something. It wasn’t the many racks with fetish clothing, no, it was the odour in this shop.

Leather has it’s very own odour, also latex, especially if it was treated with certain sprays to make the material shiny.
Only this odour fascinated me. Shy I took a look at the different clothes, that were sold there. I didn’t dare to touch one of the clothes, they were kind of strange to me. The shop assistant apparently recognized that I was the first time in such a shop, and came closer. He was very friendly and asked what I was looking for. I couldn’t tell him anything definite.
The assistant, he told me his name was Christian, had a critical look at me and then took a black leather bustier with purple satin input. It was evident, he wanted me to try it on. And that’s what I did. He helped me at bracing the bustier and also gave me a leather mini. Black leather boots followed. I came out of the cabin and saw in the mirror a person I didn’t knew until then. I saw myself: a dominating woman, no doubt!
The leather was cool in the beginning, but fast became body warm. It felt like a second skin. He gave me black leather gloves and a riding crop. Everything seemed to change in me, I felt strong and unapproachable. I felt my cool supremacy.

What, also later, everytime fascinated me at fetish clothing was the fact that you slip into a role^.
As soon as you feel the cool leather or latex on your skin the transformation begins. I felt strong, not in the sense of strenght, but coolness and the feeling of unapproachablitity gave me the ultimate “kick”.
I could snap with my fingers and some men were lying at my feet, only waiting for my attention.
This feeling of supremacy gave me something like an orgasm of the soul.
The beautiful of my fetish was for me that I could rule people without oppress them, I could plan their actions, they delivered to me.
This feeling was unspeakable good and fascinating.