Now I found this really cool link yesterday when I was
surfing  that I wanted to share with
everyone, but I figured you might want a little back story first. 

Before I met Johnny I worked at a public BDSM  / industrial club in Atlanta.  I loved working there.  I was a
dancer and a waitress.  The club was NOT a
strip club but a fetish club and people came to gawk at the scene.  This place had everything a huge ass dance floor,
a peep show , three public show rooms, and adult toys store, tarot readers and
other little weird vendors in the entrance.  All kinds of people came, punks, Goths, normal folks, rich people, poor
people, all under the BDSM umbrella.  When I danced I was either on a podium in slave regalia when I was a
waitress I cross dressed.  Yep, you heard
it.

I made a skirt from duct tape by first applying light oil to
my waist and thighs, excepta few inches where I wanted to start wrapping.  After I was all oiled I would lightly powder
the oil, kinda like preparing to bake a cake. Then with help I would wrap the
tape in many layers starting at my waist and working down to about my upper
thigh.  I could make my skirts as loose
on my legs or as tight as I wanted.  I
would wear it to out the first night just like that then when I got home I
would have whoever I was with cut it in a straight line from top to bottom
covering my ass crack(just to keep the line straight!). 

The next day I would take this industrial hole punch I got
from my step dad and put holes. Lined up on either side of the cut, some times
I reinforced it with grommets and then I could lace it like a corset or shoes
depending on how you want to look at it.  It was then up to me if I felt like wearing the laces on my back side,
front or sides, you can even use different colored duct tape!  Depending on what you wanna wear of
course. 

It was this article that reminded me of it:

https://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Duct-Tape-Mini-Skirt

I like mine better because it is more customizable but I
thought I would share it with you guys.  I know you all pretend to be oh so normal but I have personal insight
that there are some freaks in our midst!

But back to the club, I would wear that skirt, an electrical
tape X over my nipples (the club had a dress code no pubes or nipples showing),
my hair up in a pony tail thick eyeliner, a tie around my nekkid neck sometimes
with a mock white collar sometimes not., a base ball cap, holey black thigh
highs and doc’s.  Let me not forget the
main fashion statement in my crossdressingdom, a little spirmint and the nice
light little fake mustache to match my hair! 

As for what is going on currently:

It is very quiet here on the week days actually it is not
much different than being at home except that Johnny is not here and it is a
strangers stuff not my own. I still refuse to unpack and live out of my garbage
bags in the closet but I am down with that , it was my choice, most choices are
mine as they were at home. 

I cook dinner for Beka and her guests and then clean up the
mess then go back to my room. There are a lot of people in and out of here in
the evenings but my days are quiet as she is at her office.  I am just expected to take care of myself,
take care of my callers and I am always on yahoo messenger because I keep my
cam open for Johnny all day. He does not talk to me at all except for on yahoo
or msn.   Then only briefly and he is certainly not nice.  I still call his cell phone a bunch of times
daily and I suppose he turned it off yesterday because it goes straight to
voice mail.

We leave tonight again; we are going to do some private
parties locally.  You are not going to believe
were locally is Branson Missouri,
Yep, where I have always wanted to live. I know the area as I was born in St. Louis County.  When I say locally we will still have a long ride to St.Louis and I am
secretly excited about seeing the city.  I miss it so much.  I would love
to live there but my Gramma passed away ands the only family I have is in Georgia which
is why I stay. 

Up there I said secretly and, yeah, I know I am posting to a
public blog and Jt might actually ready it but I am sure he already knows this.
I am quite certain Beka does not  visit
blogs,  Beka is who it is a secret
from.  I cannot get down with acting like
I like anything about her.  If she had
not wanted to take me with her maybe I would not be here.  We do not talk much, in fact I do not talk to
her at all other than greetings like I am supposed to and when she comes at
night and the occasional stupid pet trick she has me do for her guests. 

I cannot pretend to be happy.  If that is what America’s Fucking Sweetheart is
well….I fail.