A Sweet Note From a Friend

I am not usually one for testimonials, but some of them are just so sweet. This note meant a lot because it was sent by one of my first ever playmates. We've been switching for almost six years now, growing together and expanding our interests. He has a materials fetish, and focuses on spandex. I like dance wear quite a bit, so we usually enjoy Wolford tights, bodysuits, and other form-fitting garments together, as well as dangerously high heels, bondage, sensation play, and sensual switching.

I actually missed our first session together because I had scheduled a shoot with Chanta Rose for MeanBitches.com immediately before and didn't realize how long it would take to get from her studio to my play space. I still thank my lucky stars that he was persistent enough to schedule again. This is a trimmed-down version of the email he sent after our latest play date. Nothing has been added. Enjoy a glimpse into our time together!

Hi Penny,

Finally back from my travels and wanted to say thank you again for the best session yet. I would find myself in meetings the last couple days remembering some incredible moments, your sexy legs in those hot shoes, your breasts in the straight jacket, your beautiful face framed by the spandex hoodie, [EDITED]. Wow, wow, wow. You are a true artist, getting better and better at your craft. It was also great just talking to you before and after. You are such an intelligent and complex person. Hope to see you again soon.

All the best,
O

Leather and Gold

Two lovely gifts: leather pants, backed with spandex for a perfect fit (and dancewear fetish) and gold platform shoes. Thank you to R and J.

Dancing Queen

Before I began my career as a professionally dominant woman, I loved ballerinas. I loved the pointe shoes that made them walk like mermaids turned human and I loved the soft, leather slippers that hugged their delicate, yet strong feet. I loved their perfect buns balanced atop their heads and their long, graceful necks. But most of all, I loved their, tight leotards and gleaming tights. And the sight of a danseur in

I also liked to wear tights myself and the shinier the better. I always found excuses to wear leotards, though I wasn't a dancer. (I took ballet as a little girl, but by the time I was nine or ten, it was clear that my hips were too curvaceous and while my arms were very flexible, my legs were not. I was still content to pretend to have a cramp and sit on the side watching the other girls, though!)

As a professional dominant, I began meeting men--dominant and submissive--who shared my appreciation for all things shiny and form-fitting. The above picture was taken during a session when I was perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two. By that time I had begun branching out into aerobic wear, zentai suits, and spandex cat suits. Currently my collection of dance and fitness wear has grown to the point that it can no longer be contained by a single drawer!