For those many of you too young to have lived through the incredible 60's, I will provide a bit of context. It was a turbulent time, like the present one, except that the music was incredible: hard rock, soft rock, ballads, instrumentals (no lyrics), folk, folk-rock, rhythm and blues, and many other genres. There were love songs, anti-Vietnam songs, songs about growing up, urban songs, and all the rest.
Nancy Sinatra was the daughter of Frank Sinatra the famous 'crooner' of WW2 and thereafter. Her first big hit in the 60's was These Boots Are Made for Walkin'. To most people, I guess, it was just a silly song: 'These Boots Are Made for Walkin', and One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.' But to me, with my innate orientation toward Femdom, the song was incredibly exciting, for unknown reasons. She followed it up with 'How Does That Grab You, Darlin'? with an album cover of her in a mini-skirt with arms crossed over her chest. Very tame stuff by today's standards, truly, but to my teenage hormone-fueled mind, it was beyond thrilling. I still have one of her vinyl albums.
Perhaps there are some guys who don't know the origin of their fetish or fetishes. My fetishes (ballbusting, ball kicking, pegging/strapon, FLR, CBT, CFNM, Pussy worship, Ass worship, tall or Amazon Women, castration, etc.) are all, of course, Femdom oriented. But there is one fetish---the first one, perhaps---for which I know the origin for sure.
Miss Colleen W. was my freshman English teacher in a medium-size city in the Midwest of the US. That was the 1962-63 school year and She was perhaps in her third or fourth year of teaching, age 25 or so. She might still be alive, so I will not identify her further. At the time She had short blonde hair, was about 5'6" tall, and a good teacher. She arranged the chairs of our class in a horseshoe, so that one end of the horseshoe was to the left of her desk as She sat in it, and the other side of course was to the right side of her desk. We sat in a double row, in alphabetical order. I was 13 at the time and deep in the throes of puberty.
I had the eternal heavenly good luck to sit at one end of the open horseshoe, to the right of Her desk as She sat at it, where I could stare at Her long crossed legs, sheathed in black or taupe nylons, and wearing the black high heels She favored. I remember Her pumping Her long leg up and down, or even (what Heaven!) dangling a high heel from Her big toe. Even when I was supposed to be reading, I could stare at those perfect legs. I was hooked, and I remain hooked on black high heels (or any other color!), long legs, worshiping high heels, smelling high heels, nylongs, or feet, or anything related.
I never saw her after 1964, as we moved away. I hope Her life was long, happy, and successful, but above all happy. Here's to you, Miss Colleen, I have always loved you.
Admittedly I will be dating myself, but here goes anyway. I remember some very mild (by today's stanards) 'sex comedies', as they were then termed, involving actors like James Garner and Doris Day, where the Woman outwits the male in conversation or something equally benign. I remember being very excited by that at age 12 or so.
Around this same time, I became aware of an Asian type of dress called a cheongsam. Pictures of Women in those dresses also excited me, causing me to do the same thing I did after the sex comedies.
Then there was the movie The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman.' That REALLY excited me. I remember watching it while lying on the living room floor on my stomach, and pushing up and down on the carpet to stimulate my cock. Of course I was alone in the room at the time.
Not long thereafter, I graduated from 8th grade, and we had a group photo done (which I still have, from Nottingham School in St. Louis, Missouri in the US. I was 13 at the time. I still remember wondering 'which Girl would cause boys (as I then was) the most pain.' I decide it was 'N.' I wonder what paths her life took.
Finally, for the moment at least, there was the song 'Hard Hearted Hannah, the Vamp of Savannah', including lyrics like "She'll tease 'em and thrill em, torture and kill 'em, is her delight they all say..." Goodness, that must have written by someone into Femdom.
So...bottom line, I belive I was born with this orientation. My childhood was quite happy in most ways: I at least cannot point to anything in my youth that made me a staunch believer in the superiority of Women and the worthlessness of males.
I'm looking for artwork done by a specific artist. There was quite a bit of it on Tumblr, but I haven't seen any here. The Women are similar to those done by the genius Sorenutz, but even more heavily muscled and sculpted. They are what I call a Gynarchy Army. Most scenes are of them triumphantly holding up the cocks and balls of soldiers they have defeated. If anyone knows where I can find some of this artist's brilliant work, I'd appreciate it.
