November Special: Leather and Heels

Seated in Leather. Legs Crossed. Rhinestones on My Wrist.On the stool in a private moment, leather on my skin, legs crossed, the platforms with the red sole level with whoever sits on the floor below. The smartphone in my hand, my eyes over its edge, a small smile, because I know who is about to open this picture. You.The bracelet gleams, the nails are dark, behind me stand the shoes you are only allowed to imagine. You sit on the floor, not on the stool. That is a difference I like to make.A selfie, only for my fans. Be grateful – in reality you would have to enjoy this moment quite differently now...

Zipper Dress. Belt. Hand on Hip. Mesh Booties.The leather dress fits like a second skin, the zipper runs down the front, the buckled belt holds my waist exactly where I want it. One hand on my hip, the smartphone in front of my face, the mesh booties on the white floor. I stand upright. Always.You stand in the doorway and do not dare to come in. Good. I did not say you may. One glance at the zipper is enough to make you blush – and that is exactly why I wear it.This picture is a gift. Treat it as one. In reality I would demand something completely different from you now, but perhaps the first instructions are already waiting somewhere else...

Vinyl Skirt and Stiletto. A Glance over the Shoulder.From behind: the patent skirt gleams, the nylons run down to the stiletto with the red sole, the top with the sheer dotted sleeves lets you see just enough. I turn only halfway, the smartphone in front of my face, and look at you in the mirror as if you were a question I have no answer to yet. But think again...You look at my legs, not into my eyes. I notice that. I always notice. You will think about it tonight – and about what I do with it, and how you will experience or feel the consequences...A moment from my dressing room. Only for those who sign up.

Black Blouse. Leather Pencil Skirt. Red Patent Pumps.I do not write, I photograph. The blouse cut low, the leather skirt tight, the red patent pumps like a signal everyone understands. One hand on the smartphone, the other raised, a finger that tells you to come closer – or to stay away. You guess which.If you blush, I am satisfied. If you look away, there will be consequences. Whoever looks at me looks me in the eyes. Everything else comes later.The last picture of this special. Your place is still down there – and there is much more to experience...