I had a situation come up over the weekend that reminded Me of the very first time I ever wore a strap on. This was probably 15 or more years ago now.

I was a little young kinkling in the Lifestyle world and had found myself essentially a "member of a House". One night we all ditched a party to play privately when one of them handed Me a strap to put on. I remember sitting in a throne chair wearing my new appendage and for the first time ever having my own cock. I didn't know what to do with My hands and found myself playing with it... which everyone laughed about.

It was a little awkward, but more fascinating than anything else. The feeling of power it gave Me was a startling realization and deeply thrilling. Until that moment, I had never even really considered wearing a strap or the many ways I would come to enjoy using one.

I still have that harness. I call it "Old Reliable" and it still makes Me grin every time I wear it.