I have always loved the feel of silk, nylon, satin. Anything with that silky quality against my skin. While that is not unusual, it becomes somewhat eccentric when you happen to be a guy ...
I started putting on pantyhose and slips in around the second grade. I remember being fascinated by how my teacher looked in her sheath dresses, hose and heels. She looked absolutely divine in my seven year old eyes. So I started "borrowing" pantyhose and slips from my female relatives. I have to wonder if they ever knew - a few did since I got caught, but that is for another post.
I would wear pantyhose for 24 hours a day quite often, under my boy clothes and I would even sleep in them. It was for the feeling of safety I think that I felt when dressed in these silky things. When I got into adolescence, it did turn into a sexual release enabled by my nylon finery - but it started out as a safe/happy feeling.
As I hit the early teen years, I was fascinated by tying myself up. I have no idea why. I longed over the detective magazine covers in the drugstore and of course Mrs Peel from the Avengers - sigh. These pursuits have been with me ever since ... say nearly 40 years :)
As I have gotten older, my wardrobe has expanded as has my bondage toy collection. My wife supports these hobbies as much as she can. I spend much of my free time "dressed up" while at home (here is my outfit I am wearing as I type). In subsequent posts I will talk a bit more about my silk and steel experiences. - Mina
