Wrapped in black nylons
Wrapped in black nylon, where sophistication meets allure. Pantyhose, stockings, nylons... they do such wonderful things, don't they? They wrap us like a soft, silky hug, and they retain, perhaps even create certain scents that linger in our mind and reach deep in our psyche.
My nylon feet slip beautifully into high heels and those leather stilettos will impart such lovely smells onto my toes. My high arches smell like a musky wonderland when pressed up against faces. What is it about the smell fetish that's so powerful? I've read somewhere that the human sense of smell and taste are our oldest senses. Atavistic memories lay deep in our genetic history, and our bodies know, even if we don't.
Then, there are my legs. They command attention, admiration and devotion. Ever wonder why I have so many pairs of hosiery? Ever wonder why there's an endless array of seamed pantyhose, patterned nylons, sheer and fully fashioned stockings that adorn my legs? I have admirers. Would you like to be a nylon devotee? Here's how: Throne.com/MzKim
Chinese New Year
I was born in the year of the snake and this is quite literally my year... First, some celebration. Getting through any year on this planet isn't easy, so let's celebrate with friends and food and some very old relatives who can barely remember your name.
This year I'm going to change a few things, as well as go down a few paths that I have wanted to follow for a while. Working with other subs, more ball-busting content, more streamlined nylon content. I have in mind a few series of training videos, too. This year, I'm going to do 3 pull-ups from hanging, and practice lots of rope.
I'll be traveling to South Korea in March, and if you are based in Asia, this is the time to reach out and fill out an application. It's such an easy hop from Taiwan, or China. I'm learning a little Korean, but I'd rather say awful things to you right into your ear... in Chinese.
I have NYC, Berlin, and Europe also on the agenda. Believe it or not NYC is already fully booked. I know, my sessions are extremely expensive and only the ones who save for a while or are just quite financially comfortable can afford seeing me. It's not my fault that I am well-appreciated, and the fortunate ones who have earned a place in my private email list get knowledge of my travels first. Of course, I have to know you pretty well to have that kind of communication with you. Hmmm, how did I come to get to know some of you so well, I wonder? :p
For now, I want you to focus on my feet, my legs, my ass, my legs, my boots, my cheekbones, my legs, my feet and my winning, dominant personality.
It's not luck
It's not luck. It's earned.
It's not luck. It's earned.
It's not luck. It's earned.
It's not luck. It's earned.
It's not luck. It's earned.
There's a certain belief or easy saying out there whenever a sub is seen in my photos or videos. Or when I talk about how I play with some of the bois in my life. This belief is that they're lucky. That somehow luck had something to do with their standing with me. I can tell you that luck had little to do with it. They earned their place. Through respect, awareness, hard work, and day after day, year after year of obedience and of course financial servitude.