What I like. That has always been a very difficult question for me. I don’t want to be too selective, but I’m not any old bunny to be kicked around. If I have to say, I have to start with bondage. It is the first and oldest of my fetishes. I prefer leather and chain, but rope of all sorts has made for some very exciting times as well. I like to struggle and I like to think that I might be able to defeat my captor. It is a game in a way and I need that element of hope to make it really exciting. Of course, the element of doom has a lot of satisfaction, too. I'm not really into pain, but when it happens as part of a scene, it has a way of becoming pleasurable. I have a way of antagonizing everyone with my smart mouth. That usually translates into pain…and I do it at the worst times.

I enjoy being naked, but I love the feel of leather and Levi’s. I prefer them on me and very tight indeed. I think an outfit comprised of a full leather harness, Levi pants and jacket, leather boots, motorcycle jacket, gloves, and chaps…very usual in our community…is a pleasure to wear. The only way to improve on it would be to add a chastity belt and make it so the entire outfit locks on. Full bondage for the street…I like people to stare and wonder whatever they please. That same scenario in full leather would keep me hard as well, but tight, faded Levi’s have a certain excitement. Rubber and latex make me hot & sweaty and I never complain about that…especially if it looks good…because you see, I'm a slut. Wearing a chastity belt is a dream. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose control of my dick. It would be torture and I would be reminded constantly that I wasn't in control. Add a collar around my neck, hands cuffed behind my back, and a leash on my balls…that would be a most wonderful suffering.

Wrestling, especially hot and sweaty boy on boy is a thrill for me, but I have the dilemma of wanting to win (which is very strong in me) and wanting to lose. I think being arrested presents the same problem…wanting to avoid being caught and enjoying the chase, but loving the feel of being handcuffed and manhandled (no, I haven’t been arrested <sigh>). The idea of a boot camp or prisoner of war situation is very intriguing. Needing to stay within certain guidelines to avoid punishment, but wanting to fight authority in order to become my own authority. I do not take orders well because I love the fight. As with everything else, I have a love/hate relationship with humiliation. I dread it while it's happening, but get erect thinking about it afterwards. That thought of my balls on a leash comes to mind. I think that I just crave attention and I’m willing to get in any way I can. I try to offset this selfishness by helping others…helping others get into trouble, that is. I just like being that bad. I amaze even myself sometimes.