The first stop was Home Depot to buy a cordless screwdriver for a gift. Wouldn't you know it, this sexy pretty not-so-young thing was set upon by about half the store's male staff wanting to know if they can, er..., "help" me in any way, in any way at all.

After Home Depot, I headed over to The Domain, Austin's newest upscale "mixed usage environment" a.k.a. outdoor shopping mall with restaurants and residential apartments. I parked and strolled from the Neiman Marcus at one end to the Macy's at the other end, pausing here and there to window shop. OK, I was pausing to admire my reflection in the shops' glass storefront.

I went into Victoria's Secret to to buy a gift card, and the girls behind the cashier were all ga-ga over my boots! One of them said,
  "I love your boots! They're so cute!"
  "Thanks!"
  "And you got the legs for them too! They look great on you! May I ask where you got them?"

I told her I bought them on-line, on eBay! All the girls were surprised. I guess because maybe they have this notion that eBay stuff is cheap, and my boots don't look cheap. When I told them they are from Italy and cost three hundred bucks plus $60 in shipping, they were so disappointed at the un-cheap price! Anyway, I chit-chatted with all those girls for several minutes and nobody had any inkling that I was "packing heat" in my leggings! That was so fun and sexy!

After that, I strolled back to Neiman Marcus and went to the ladies room in there. I entered just as a the cleaning girl was coming in. She looked like she might be a butch lesbian (short hair under a bandana, tight T-shirt and jeans, chunky hiking boots, a swagger in her gait). I was so tempted to make a pass at her. As I was peeing (sitting down, thank you very much), I started fantasizing about making out with her. I started feeling myself up. I was hoping the rustling noises I was making and and my little sighs might turn her on and she'd ask to join me!

As I was loitering in the frozen foods aisle in front of ice cream case, ogling my reflection in its glass front, I saw a guy passing by at the other end of the aisle. He immediately made an U-turn and headed up my aisle, passing by behind me ever so slowly. I debated whether I should bend over and tease him a bit as he passed by. I decided to be a good girl and... bent over!

Next I headed down to the Whole Foods world headquarter store downtown. It's huge and chock full of downtown-types at lunch time i.e. a "target rich" environment! I parked and strolled around the store, buying some lunch, taking my time in front of the frozen food cases, again! The lesbians working there checked me out and were all appropriately interested! At one point, as I was approaching an idle worker, she saw me, quickly turned and whispered something to her coworker who then also turned and checked me out. Since they did not look at me as if they saw a booger hanging from my nose, or as if they were thinking "that's a man!", I surmised that they wanted to ask me to join them in the storage room for a wet and wild threesome. Well, OK, maybe not, but that was so hot anyway!

The first stop, you guessed it! The post office! Yeah, the Post Office I go to has this huge glass front: it's so perfect for both checking myself out, as well as giving everybody inside a great view of me as I saunter across the parking lot! By the time I walk in the door, all the guys inside would have their neck swivelled and craned and be ogling me hungrily like a pack of sled dogs in view of a big juicy piece of steak!

Next up, it's the Starbucks: the one in the Randall's supermarket on Braker and 183, for the local Austinites out there. Coincidentally, there were a couple of sexily dressed women on line, wearing tight pants, short skirt, cleavage enhancing tops, spike heels, etc. We all checked each other out. I think they were checking me out the way one would check out potential competition, whereas I was checking them out way the way, well, the way one would check out a potential fuck . Alas, no fucking today.

So it was off to the car wash, where I continued my flirting, this time with two rather yummy cashiers. As one of them handed me back my change, I took not just the change but almost her whole hand. She showed no reaction, so I didn't take it to the next step of asking her to join me in the bathroom for a quick drink from her furry cup . Can you imagine trying that shit if I was in my male guise?! I love being en femme!

This car wash place had big glass windows into the wash bay through which one can watch one's car getting washed. One of the guys in charge of jockeying the cars was this young cute black guy, smooth, handsome, muscular, and quite bulge-y in the pants, the kind I'd go for if/when I want to try some dark meat. He saw me watching him through the windows so he waved and smiled. I wanted to run out, pull down my pantyhose and offer my ass to him!

After I tipped the guy & gal toweling dry my car and got into my car, the guy opened the passenger side door & continued cleaning inside as I sat there. He seemed to want to take his time and enjoy the sight of my short skirt riding up my slightly parted thighs. Who am I to deny him, so I gave him a bit of a show, resting a hand lightly between my inner thighs, ever so close to my crotch. We "enjoyed" each other's company for a while, him pretending to wipe the interior and I acting as if I'm about to finger my pussy.

After that, I needed a cigarette . Seriously though, I needed some cigarette, so I drove across under 183 to the other side to an Asian supermarket. As I bought cigarette, the tiny Asian woman at the cash register wanted to see my ID! Dress young and people will think you're young! I said I don't have it with me. She seemed flustered and turned to her boss. She spoke to him in Vietnamese, using the Vietnamese term for "young girl" to refer to me. The boss eyed me the way a man would eye a woman in short skirt and said OK. Whew!

I get more than a few pleading requests for a dom session from my fans. The requests are overwhelmingly from captain-of-industry types, very successful and very Master-of-The-Universe. I suppose one usually covets what one doesn't get very often, so when one is on top of the heap and does not answer to very many people, being subservient to a sexy MoTAP (Member of The Appropriate Sex) could prove to be sexually arousing.

You would think that with these guys waving fistfuls of cash looking for the ever more intense submissive experience, to beg a dominatrix to give them permission to get their rocks off, that there would be no shortage of pros catering to their needs. Free market forces and all that. Yet, some are more into hangin' with an amateur dominatrix. One of my admirers was so into this that even though we have never met and possibly will never meet, insisted on plying me with two pairs of very sexy, very erotic, very expensive Gianmarco Lorenzi thigh high spike heel boots to gain admittance to my supposed stable of slaves.

I often wonder what it would be like if I give in to my curiosity and go through with having a real-life dom session with one of my virtual slaves. I think such a session would probably go something like this:

He's an older admirer, from out of town. We had "known" each other for almost ten years, but have actually never met. We have corresponded often, and he has been one of my most ardent "sugar daddies". He has given me the sexiest gifts: Wolford hosiery, Agent Provocateur lingerie, Gianmarco Lorenzi boots and pumps. He was coming to San Antonio for a conference and asked if I wanted to get together. Ever the gentleman, and ever ready to spoil me rotten, he offered to come up to Austin, but I decided to drive down to San Antonio for the rendez-vous instead.

Our date was going to be just getting together for espresso, conversation and maybe a sexy photo shoot. Over the years, I had come to know that he is very into being submissive, so I asked if he wanted to role play and be my slave. I had never done a "Mistress" gig before but thought it would be fun to try. It's all the easier considering I have more than enough stuff to put together a femme dom outfit: black corset, black fishnets, long black satin gloves, my Gianmarco Lorenzi thigh-high spike heel pointy toe black patent boots, riding crop, whip, dildos, handcuffs, etc.

In addition to aiming to be a good Mistress, I also wanted to be a nice "piece of ass", figuratively and literally, so in the days prior to the meet, I was busy prettying myself up: had my brows waxed and trimmed, shaved my pubic region nice and smooth (save for a triangle of hair at the base of my cock), shaved smooth everywhere else on my body. My ass was nice and SMOOTH and pink! I wished I had time to get a pedicure, as it turned out my gentleman friend has a serious feet and toes fetish as well. It'd have been nice to present him with pretty toes with sexy red nails for him to slurp on!

That morning, I got all dolled up nice and purdy and sexy in my pink skirt suit:

with shiny sexy nude pantyhose, and my super-sexy Miss Sixty high heel mules. Hon, I was dressed to kill, and to f*ck!!! Men would wonder whether what I'm all about: business or pleasure!

It was so much fun pulling up to the hotel entrance, handed the valet my car key, and sashayed into the hotel lobby. What an entrance!! I met my admirer, who turned out to be cuter than pics I had seen of him. We exchanged a chaste peck on the cheek and went into the hotel's restaurant for a cup of coffee.

There were several things happening at the hotel and it was fully booked and there were a lot of people around. There was a table near the restaurant's entrance with about a dozen or so of businessmen having some sort of a meeting. I was quite a distraction as I walked by! There were more than a couple of craned and swiveled necks.

After a a brief time in the restaurant, we went to his room. Men in the elevators were all suitably impressed with me. It's always so fun to see how, erm..., interested men become when I'm around.

We did a mini-photo shoot in his room, with me getting all erect and hard, hiking my skirt up and stroking myself in delicious places. We made out a little bit, both of us getting really hot and bothered. Then I told him to get undressed as I went to change into my domme outfit.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was naked and on his hands and knees, a studded dog collar and leash around his neck. I put on my domme airs and had my way with him. I sat on the bed, parted my thighs, and grabbed the dog leash and pulled him to my cock. I "forced" him to suck my cock, fucking his mouth deeply, while I smacked his ass with the riding crop. I gotta say, it was kinda fun talking dirty to him as he sucked my cock.

Then I told him to get on his hands and knees on the bed. I put on rubber gloves and using "Vive Pro" hair conditioner as lube, finger fucked his ass. His ass was so tight it didn't take much more than a finger to cause discomfort, which was kinda fun, as I can then inflict some pain when he appears resistant to my domme-ness. Two fingers commanded his attention; three fingers commanded instance obedience!

Then I told him to lay on his back, legs up and apart. At his request, I turned around, squatted on his face and let him rim my ass. He licked my balls as I ground my anus onto his nose. (That felt delish!) I let him take my cock down his throat, bobbing up and down on his face, my balls "tea bagging" on his nose.

I stood above him and made him lick and suck my boot heel and lick the sole of my boot, all the while looking down imperiously, showing a Mistress' proper disdain with her worm of a slave. (Can you tell I really got into this domme thing?) He really got into the boot licking thing, moaning deliriously. As I stood over him, it struck me that what we're doing is so very dangerous: should I slip or lose my balance, my boot heel would probably gone right through the back of his head and pin it to the pillow like a cardboarded specimen of a bug!!

Before long, I was straddling his chest, pinning his arms underneath my shins as I jerked off and eventually cummed in his mouth.

I then took of the boots, put on my high heel "gladiator" sandals and he jerked off and cummed on my toes. Oh yeah, at one point I peed in a cup and he drank my pee. I tried so many new and depraved things, my "Purity Test" score went up a *LOT* after this session! :)

My recent thing is sexy (and expensive!) Italian high heels, preferrably by Gianmarco Lorenzi, Icone, Loriblu, Giuseppe Zanotti, etc. Lined or unlined, the supple leather just feels wonderful sliding on. The heels are always beautifully sculpted, and often needle-like, and always 4"+ high! It all started with a pair of black patent thigh high boots by Gianmarco Lorenzi. They run $700+ on eBay. Yup, they're expensive, but boy, are they worth it! I get super-turned on just thinking about putting them on! I wore those boots in a recent photo shoot (theme: "dominatrix"!)

(I didn't pay for them myself. Let's just say that they (along with with another pair of Lorenzi thigh-high boots, in plain black leather) were gifts from an ultra-appreciative admirer. If you're wondering, since there ain't no such thing as a free lunch, I'm not gonna kiss and tell! The admirer was ultra-appreciative and that's all I'm gonna say about that!)

I used to buy cheap shoes & boots on eBay, on the theory that since I'm not "full time" (as a woman), buying expensive shoes that I don't wear but a few times is such a waste. I'd say the pendulum done swung the other way: I figure though Italian footwear are much more expensive than the cheap eBay ones (sometimes more than twenty times as expensive), I get so much more enjoyment out of them that their enjoyment-per-dollar is much higher than their cheaper counterparts. Also, expensive shoes would be much more likely to be comfortable and thus wearable for long extended en femme outings. I suppose this is how many women justify buying expensive designer stuff! :)

Anyway, once I had the pleassure of owning & wearing those delicious thihh-high boots, my shoes/boots fetish got turned up to eleven. I was off on eBay going wild ("T Girl Gone Wild"?!) buying Italian shoes and boots. Many pairs later (some bought for a song!), the obsesssion shows no signs of abating. On any given Sunday, you can find me on line feverishly checking out & bidding on auctions. I guess the stratospheric price of these shoes will ensure that this obsession won't continue forever!!!

Amid that sea of of super-hotness, it's not an easy task to be so hot so as to stand out. However, one woman stood out like a Siamese cat in a coop of baby chicks. She's in her late twenties, I'd say. I don't even remember much what she looks like, as I was completely distracted by her outfit: she wore black ankle strap Gianmarco Lorenzi pumps, with 5" needle heel and super-pointy toe, like these:

That by itself would be entertainment enough, watching her walking about, fluid as quicksilver on a porcelain plate, sensously athletic as she totally avoided sinking the needle heels into the soft grassy hillside. No, the spectacle was that her beautifully tanned, lithe, legs, were completely showcased by a flouncy black skirt that's so short, everybody at the foot of the hill can see her bright white thong panty (yes, we could see it was a thong!) when she moves. her skirt was as short as the one on the model in the pics, but since her skirt is flared and flouncy and not fitted and tight like that on the model, her skirt showed a whole lot more!! A fitted white jacket molded to her whittled waist and curvaceous breasts, but I don't anybody noticed that!

As I admired the delicious scenery, I felt huge twangs of envy. I did not envy her legs, her skirt, or her shoes. I knew I could give her a run in those departments. Rather, I envied her for having the opportunity to put on such a show! Gawd, so much legs, so many people!! Am I weird?! (Asked the man into dressing up as a woman! )

I went out a couple of times. The first time was to the UTC Westfield mall, with a Nordstrom, a Macy's and assorted other semi-nice stores like Eddie Bauer, Victoria's Secret, Lucky Jeans, etc. In particular, there is an Abercrombie & Fitch that had appropriately trendy dark interior, with dance music thumping, and spotlights and mirrors. My white Wolford hose positively sparkles with sexiness under the high-contrast spotlights. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors made for a long period of inspecting the merchandise while discreetly admiring my über-sexy legs!

And guess what, there is a Starbucks in that mall too. What's more, there's a cute young behind the counter. We had a bit of a moment with each other. I love to flirt!

The second outing was to a Ross Dress For Less that I had seen along the way. (You must know by now that though I do sometimes spurge on expensive clothes and shoes, 99% of my wardrobe cost less than $10 each, mainly because I shop at places like TJMaxx and Ross Dress For Less!) This Ross is also near a Starbucks, but this Starbucks has a patio. On that evening the patio overflowed with a after-work/after-dinner crowd hanging out, enjoying the fine San Diegan spring weather. Of course, I did my best to amplify their enjoyment as I made my way past the tables into the Starbucks! I was feelin' so sexy, if anybody, and I mean anybody, so much as smile at me, I'd be throwin' myself that person (girl or boy!) in a New York second!

Properly equipped with a "tall Americano" from Starbucks, I descended on Ross (the store, not the intern). I found four really cute and sexy tops. One of which is this black with white polka dots top, with a faux white "blouse" underneath:

Then, as I was trying on shoes, and was trying on a pair of fuchsia patent sling back chunky heel platform sandals, deliberating whether I really wanted them or not, a woman with her teen daughter walked by, apparently on a mother-daughter bonding-by-shopping thing. The mother (quite a MILF, BTW) smiled and said to me, "Those look cute on you!" After that, I just had to buy the sandals!