the sub...

and how my character came to be

My own life starts at the end of the year 1948. Imagine as a fact, on the exact day 12 and a 1/2 year after the day my coming Mistress was born.

Born as the first son of a shoemaker I had the smell of leather programmed into me from my very first day. This was even more strengthened by the fact that, this was just a few years after WW2 and large parts of Europe was in ruins as the result of the war and the economical status of countries here in Europe was very much on the low side.

To make both ends meet, my mom was forced to take on extra jobs to give some enhancement to the family economy. Since she could not bring me to her job site, as a small baby, my dad brought me with him to his own workshop instead. So there I was from the age of some 6-8 months old and onward for at least a year or two.

Today people ask me sometimes how I could end up as a genuine boot and leather fetishist. Ain't that obvious from the description above? I'm literally born with the smell of leather up my nose. The smell and the soft touch of leather is still something that brings up primitive feelings of a nice and coosy environment in my heart, and it makes me feel secure at the same time, just the way it did back then.

Now when I'm grown up, I know about these things as the result of a shrink I met back in the early 70'ies who helped me to penetrate a lot of questions about my childhood. In later years I've verified all of the forgotten facts with my dad and he has told me things that makes most of what I got back from that shrink look true.

We can more or less skip the rest of my childhood since it was not much different from other kids I would assume. Except for one small event that I remember as if it was yesterday.

At the age of around eight I got this funny idea to try on some of my mom's underware. My parents was out of the house by some reason that I don't remember now. Any how, I instantly got a big envious feeling about the fact that a girl was allowed to wear such soft and nice clothes while I as a boy could run around looking like a menace and nobody really cared (boys where supposed to be like that I think).

I still tend to think that my interests for cross dressing started at that point, even though I only dressed up sporadically, before I met my Mistress, and we got to know each other better.

Initially I felt a bit embarrased to tell her anything about my interests for womens clothings. But it sort of came out in the open just by coincidence at one time, when we where on one of our first vacations trips together in Paris France.

One night we ended up in a cabaret club where most of the girls on stage where guys in drag. She was very amused by that fact, and looked at me and said...

»I wonder if you could do something like that?»

I have never answered yes, to any of her questions, faster than I did right there and then.

»Hmm... good, let's make some plans when we get back to the hotel.»

The plans was formed and involved most of all shopping for some nice ladies underwear, a dress, a red head wig and a pair of high heeled ankle boots, all of it to my size. It came out a bit expensive, but so what, we where going to have fun.

That same afternoon we stayed at the hotel experimenting with my new look and she was also trying different types of makeup on me to find out if I could be made to look good. We had a ball during those hours, that was complemented with a bottle of wine that made the experimenting even more fun.

At first we realized that I needed lots of training, learning to walk a pair of high heels correctly takes some time, not to mention other things needed to make a nice feminine impression.

Many more experiments was to come over the years, mostly indoors at home and in private, but a couple of times we felt confident enough to go public.

None of us really liked the idea to spend vacation time on sunny beaches, instead we used to travel to some of the bigger cities in Europe, where we could find some cultural activities like theaters, classical concerts and interesting museums.

During those trips we, normally at least one of the days, used to play the sisters act and go out dining together as two ladies. This is usually not a problem in any of the bigger European cities since there are a lot of people around with different interests in lifestyles.

Regular citizens are used to the fact and does not bother you as long as you behave properly in other aspects. Drunks and loudmouths are looked badly upon; people with fetish interests usually not.