An Elegant Man

Shall I tie you up before new year?

My Dearest,

Last day of the year. Last chance. New chance. I enter the New Year as I would a gentlemen's club. First glance, new play. Everything remains on the table, until it is time to accept or reject an offer. Follow me my friend, on the eve of a new year.

Lars Schwuchow and Madame Le Pustra in Berlin.

I like elegant men, with an attitude, and a tie. That piece of silk hanging around their necks, a sort of tail planted on the front. I love their proud, longing attitude when they wear it. A tie, a bond, a node, these things related to my ultimate thing. Bondage.

I love also men wearing corset, preferably a man who has a three-day beard. A corset on a hairy man is like bracing a horse. It makes me want to ride it, visit his ass while whipping. With these French insults he loves to hear from my high-pitched voice.

I love white shirts on men, but the suit might just be an option, there are so many other great outfits to wear, heavy kilts, leather pants, tight jeans, or lace culotte. I like confident men who wear mascara and a suit. Confidence is the key to elegance.

When all the lights go out on the threshold of the New Year, embrace whatever is offered to you. Kiss fully, completely, passionately. Embrace them. Embrace and hold your breath before new year. I wish you all the best. Embrace life, and be naughty.

Happy New Year,
Sissi