Wearing a strap on was a hard limit for me early on. My Christian roots made me shudder at the thought, although I had left the faith. It seemed so perverse in a bad way. Then came the time I was visiting a dominatrix friend. We were doing photos and making a few videos. She coaxed me into just trying one on. That is like taking me to see a litter of puppies and suggesting I just hold one of them and not take it home. Of course, she gave me a giant one. I loved it. It was the freedom not to feel damned because of it and also the power of it. I still maintain there is more power in lady parts. But, it was fun to intimidate the men who had come to shoot with us. Even the photos that were taken that day were powerful. I enjoyed thinking about the reaction my fans would have from them. I must admit that, under the right circumstances, I loved using one. It wasn't just for anal play but making a man get on his knees and orally service it. I loved smacking men around with it. It was a hoot. But, I had to step over a hard line to get there which was an emotional milestone.
