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THE SORDID STORY |
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| We'll have to go back a few years to get the full flavor. Through default I started designing and making clothes when I was 16. After looking for a dress to wear to a Black Sabbath concert, I decided I'd have to make one myself if I didn't want to wear something that possibly 100 other girls would be wearing. I bought fabric, made a pattern, and amazingly the dress turned out great although I didn't know what the fuck I was doing (there is a theory that we already know everything and just have to be reminded). Eventually people started asking me to make clothes for them, and that's how I got stuck doing that. |
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THE FORMATIVE YEARS I was designing and making custom fitted women's clothes, but I really didn't like dealing with women. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to do men's wear yet. Then I started taking modeling lessons, and one day my modeling instructor asked me if I would put some of my evening wear in a drag show. I had my first fashion show at The Escape. Jennifer Fox (drag name) was the star of the show (she won the Miss Gay America title a few years later). I found my calling. I could make dresses for men! I switched over to that exclusively. |
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MISTRESS MICHELLE My friend Richard introduced me to many smutty things. Richard also introduced me to the Marquis DeSade. "Justine," subtitled; "Good Conduct Well Chastised," was the first DeSade book I read, and still my favorite. But if you're looking for a book on torture, from mild to murderous, you can't beat his "120 Days of Sodom." DeSade had some very interesting ideas. He felt that certain people needed sex to be more intense, needed that extra jolt to get off. I became attracted to this extra jolt theory. Richard took me to my first dirty book store. Also my first quarter booth to view 30 seconds of hard-core sex for a quarter. I remember slipping on the gooey floor (guess what that was). What a filthy place! We went to many dirty book stores and kept seeing this magazine called the "Fetish Times" with assorted bondage scenes on the cover. This was right up our smut alley, and where we first saw Mistress Michelle. Mistress Michelle's ad ran something like this: |
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| By this time I was getting sick of making all that girlie crap and switched over to leather. I started hanging out at a gay leather S&M bar called the INTERCHANGE instead of the sissy bars I'd been going to. The guys who hung out there where mostly a bunch of queens in leather drag, but this took me a while to figure out. There were a few real tough guys there, and plenty of perverts, but mostly sissies in bondage wear. No women were allowed in this bar, but I knew a few bartenders and the owner, and was accepted by many, and tolerated by the rest (for the most part) after a while. I was making many different types of bondage and fetish stuff (cock rings, harnesses, whips, masks etc.) in addition to the regular leather jock straps, pants, chaps with interesting cut outs, and vests. |
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MORE LEATHER AND LEATHER WEATHER |
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Michelle lived on the third floor of a conservative apartment building near Oakland Mall. The first thing we saw walking into her apartment was a doctors examining table, and a large, sturdy rack with strategically placed shackles. On the walls were a wide assortment of whips, paddles, medical type things, tit clamps, leg spreaders and just about any sex torture toy you could think of. Michelle didn't like Richard, but she said I could come back and watch a couple of sessions by myself. I knew that anything was possible with Michelle, but I was compelled to get to know her.