Origins of Sweater Queen

How did you find your love of sweaters and what made you pursue this fetish? 

It is a common question I get asked time and time again from many in the community.  So I figured I would do a little long-overdue explaining to satisfy any of your curious minds out there.

I would guess it started somewhere around 1997-1998.  This is when I first put on a turtleneck and felt a “connection.”  I had worn them before, but never felt an attraction to others or myself in them.  In fact, before this, I was never a fan of sweaters at all.  I was young and under the impression that the more skin you showed a man, the more they paid attention to you.  So needless to say, crop tops and tight fitting low-cut shirts were usually my attire of choice.  However, this one day, I put on a thin cotton t-neck, and yes strangely, it changed my life forever. 

It was brown, like chocolate, and my hair was flaming red.  I thought the two looked so nice together.  I had skimped on doing laundry that week and needed something in a hurry for work.  The sweater was a hand-me-down of my mothers and I always had the impression that turtlenecks made people look older… not exactly what I wanted at 18.  I was skinnier then and the sweater clung to me and flattered me wonderfully.  It was when I really looked at myself and became instantly turned on by... a sweater of all things! 

When I went to work that day I noticed I was receiving so much attention from men who never knew I existed or never even looked at me sideways before.  I got so many stares and head-turns and it boosted my confidence sky-high!  I had men waiting on me hand and foot that day… getting me coffee… asking me out to lunch… willing to take on some of my extra workload… it was amazing!

So assuming it was just the awesomeness of ME that was making all these guys drool, I wore one of my cute little regular tops to work the next day... and… nothing!  Suddenly the attention was gone.  I was back to being Cinderella before she went to the Ball.  It puzzled me.

So later that week, me and a friend were going out shopping, and I had a thought to experiment with my theory.  I threw on a tight fitting pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and that same chocolate turtleneck and went out.  Again… the attention was amazing.  I couldn’t believe it.  We had guys following us all over the mall.  One came and gave me his number.  A few others tried to strike up some (rather lame) conversations with me.  Men from every store followed us around and flirted like lost puppies.  It HAD to be the turtleneck I came to the conclusion.

I felt so empowered and this sexual energy surged through me.  I felt confident and attractive.   I noticed every time I wore that sweater I felt like a seductress on the prowl and gradually the feelings grew and intensified.  I felt I was more noticed in something more covered up and less revealing than my usual crop tops and tank-tops. I loved the power and attention wearing sweaters got me.  And as you can imagine, as soon as I discovered this power, I was starting to fill my closet with more sweaters. 

Soon after discovering my new passion, I began seeing others in sweaters and felt fascinated by them or attracted to the person in the sweater (depending) or both.  This pertained to men or women.  In the bedroom, it was a change to keep the clothes on (well… for the most part) and there I could almost play the porn star and the sweetheart all in the same session.  Some men were intrigued by it and gave it a try, but others just thought it was weird or some body-sensitivity issue.

Then there was the issue of fabric. Being that my body is so sensitive, different materials and fabrics all had a unique impact on my libido.  Since I can remember, I have been addicted to satin.  I can’t resist touching it.  When I felt a soft sweater caress me like a satin gown would, it was the same addictive feeling that just set my blood on fire.  It set me on a road to discovery to experience all the different types of materials out there and which ones I found most erotic and for a myriad of different reasons. 

When I started dating someone who had the same kinks as me I thought I must be dreaming.  Like most do at first, I thought I was the only one and that people found me “weird” if I expressed anything about it.  He introduced me to a whole world of sweater pleasures and got me into the bigger sweaters, larger necks, and a new array of materials.  Now I had so many options to suit my moods or desires. One day he asked to take some photos of me (for his own purposes) and I allowed him.  Well, unbeknownst to me at the time, he went ahead and put those up on Flickr because he wanted to show me off a little.  I had been modeling for a friend’s photography studio so he probably figured I wouldn’t mind.  Regardless, they were a big hit almost overnight.  He then brought it to my attention as a “surprise” (which at that exact moment I wasn’t 100% excited about, lol.)  When I saw the response I was flattered.  I had always had such poor self-esteem and this was a delightful ego-boost. 

After developing a large fan-base in such a short amount of time, my endeavors proceeded towards a more professional approach to share quality work with those who shared my passions.  From there, I found a whole community full of people who had the same thoughts and feelings just like me.  When more and more people discovered an actual sweater-girl was in their midst… well the attention and admiration just got stronger.  I began to discover what giving back to the community gained me.  Now I wasn’t just modeling for him… I was modeling for the world!  Hence, Sweater Queen was born and became a household name.  And so… everything continued on from there…and hopefully will for awhile yet!

 

I have been at this for about 7 years now, and my closet continues to swell with new garments.  Currently I believe I own somewhere around 300?  Perhaps I should make another tally soon.  In my opinion, women are a lot like sweaters.  There are so many comparisons.  They are soft, comforting, and sensitive (as in the materials against the skin.)  Beautiful, eye-catching, alluring, and desirable.  You just can’t help but want to touch.  And yes, some can even be a little bit complicated. *wink*

People tell me it is hard to sometimes pin-point what exactly brought on their fetish of choice.  I am happy to say I can recall the exact moments of my transformation and will revel in it always!

 

Vanilla Sunday - Part 3

...or perhaps that's Sundae?  Either way, don't I look good enough to lick in this soft white angora tneck with matching boots?
Sweater made by:  http://stores.ebay.com/katalinsdesign/
Another New Years treat to add to my collection!

Still Ringing in the New Year... and Sweaters: Part 2

Another new beauty to add to my collection.  A soft pink angora turtleneck made by:  http://stores.ebay.com/katalinsdesign/

...and new boots as well !!!  :-D

New Year's Treat - Part 1

Happy New Years Everyone!  As a special treat, I thought I would share some of my Christmas goodies with you all on the very first day of the year... and there is more to come!!!

We'll start with this lovely powder blue angora cable-knit sweater.  Great thick neck and SUPER soft!

For more amazing sweaters like this, please visit:  http://stores.ebay.com/katalinsdesign/
Cable-Knit Socks made by Lands End.

Another Xmas sweater pic coming soon...
XOXO

Time To Blow Out the Candles!

Yes, tis the Queen's Birthday today and I would just like to thank all those who have already sent their wonderful greetings and personal contributions in my honor.

The first present I would like to share with you all is another drawing by my good friend and Court Painter, Sant:

We have been discussing making an actual Sweater Queen Comic with different stories, scenarios, advertising, even a centerfold... and much more.  Just a thought for now... but definitely one with great possibilities.

I have another present to share in the next couple days... so come back to my castle soon!
XOXO

Red-Hot Sweater Queen Art!

Some more submissions by my talented fan & friend from Poland.

There Can Be Only One...

A long-time fan from Poland sent me this fantastic drawing and I just had to share because I love it so!

Oh Canada... Part 3 (The Cabinboy) Chapter 9 : The Climax

- Chapter 9 -

The Climax

 

         Scarlett and Sarah knelt on the floor next to Alex’s feet and smiled up at him with glistening faces.

   “You are not to cum slaveboy.  Understand?  You have so much cum saved up in these balls that I am going to milk you for all you’re worth."  Scarlett seethed.
   “Yes Mistress” he responded respectfully.
He closed his eyes in anticipation for that long awaited touch.  What he felt was unimaginable.  Two slick tongues grazed up and down his shaft like fiery snakes.  He felt like he could explode but fought to keep his promise.  They encircled his head and teased his balls with light feathery kisses until Scarlett took the initiative to swallow him whole.  He felt every inch slide down her throat.  He rocked back in his chair as he felt the pressure build to a boiling point.  Observing her head bobbing up and down, he felt his toes go numb and something within his brain short-circuited.
   “So sensitive” Sarah remarked.
   “Remember, he has been out of commission for awhile.  Go easy on him, won’t you?” Scarlett said holding his thick rod in her hand and pushing Sarah’s head down upon its length. 

      Alex could not contain the snorts and grunts leaving his mouth.  Insanity best described his state of mind and rational thought had escaped him.  Both girls took turns sucking until they had made a monster out of him.  Practically breaking his chair, Alex continued to thrust at any warm object in hopes his seed could finally be planted. 

Seeing the enormous purple vein in his cock about to burst, the girls let him settle a bit before continuing on with their slow and painful torture.  Sarah consumed each testicle, rolling them around from cheek to cheek while Scarlett discovered the fleshy patch above his asshole and flicked it with the tip of her tongue.  Again he grew to a monstrous size before each took turns jerking him through their lubricated hands.  Alex came close to losing it when he looked down to see two sets of hands grabbing at his girth and stroking his shaft up and down simultaneously.  It had always been another dirty fantasy of his to be stroked by two different women at the same time.  And here it was happening… another dream come true!

 

    “I think it is time he gets what he deserves” Scarlett announced. 
Removing his restraints, she helped him to his feet before throwing herself into his strong arms.  He pressed against her in that familiar way.  Her leg came up to wrap around his waist as her thigh hugged him tight to her.  Alex’s masculine fingers dug deep from her heel to her thigh.  He cupped her buttocks and ground her into his waist.  Sarah attempted to sneak in, placing her palm around Alex’s thick arm, causing him to break his concentrated kiss.  She batted her eyelashes at him and instinctively he went to cup her in his free arm.
   "Sorry sweetie, I don’t share my slaves like THAT in here” Scarlett intervened.
   “…but…” Sarah’s mouth hung to the floor.  Her brow pressed together and she blinked constantly trying to come to some sort of rationalization.
Undeterred, Scarlett turned Alex’s chin back to her attention, and smiled sweetly at him, pressing her palms into his chest.
   “I want her to watch” she hissed in her slave’s ear.  Invisibly, her demon tail unfurled.  Fire lit up her eyes and her evil snicker cast his soul into hell.  As commanded, he picked up Sarah and set her in the brass chair now.  Oh, how the tides had changed once again.  He fastened her wrists and ankles in the same fashion his had been.  Scarlett walked around the chair testing the restraints.
   “Shh… just relax” her voice soothed.
   “As I said… no one gets fucked by a slave in here but me.  I am the Domina.  I am in control here.  You two can screw on your own time.”
Sarah winced and whimpered slightly as she tried to move her hands from the brass bars to no avail.
   “I spent all this time building you up and now I want my reward.  ALL of it!” Scarlett’s tongue dripped as she pressed her slaveboy back into the smooth white comforter.
     Grabbing him by the collar, Scarlett kissed him deep and hard.  Passionately their lips seized together in strength and intensity and his hands took no time in exploring her entire body.  His lips suckled against her sensitive neck and traced their way down to her heaving chest.  One by one he attentively swallowed her breasts before his thumb and index finger could tweak her nipples into swollen coral mounds.  Her grip upon his collar became intense and he found his member reciprocating the attention.
    With a sudden force, Alex was pushed back, his head hitting the pillows, and a sudden moist valley covered his mouth.  Scarlett ground her mound into his face until breath was lost.  It took little time before Scarlett exploded over Alex’s lips, letting her savory cream slide down his throat.  He attempted to catch his breath, but before he had a moment to regain his thoughts, he felt her mouth on him again, prolonging the erotic pull his body was pleading with him to break.

       Scarlett studied Sarah’s face, making sure she was taking this all in.  Sarah was still in her chair and studied the two figures intently as if she had a choice.  Admitting surrender, her voice traveled from the edge of the bed and into her captor’s ears.

    “Fuck your Queen Cabinboy” she roared. 
It caught the two by surprise.  Scarlett could not contain her joy or the giant smile pasted on her face.  Sarah was worthy… worthy of this slave without a doubt!
   "You heard the girl” Scarlett coaxed.
She bent over the end of the bed, her face almost in Sarah’s lap, and arched her back awaiting entry.  Alex gripped his member tight in his hand and poked at her dripping gash.
    “May I mistress?” he politely asked.
Without uttering a word, Scarlett thrust back onto his enormous pillar of manhood.  Alex almost lost control right then and there.  It had been a week without feeling the inside of his lover… and oh how he had missed the feeling.
    “Remember slave… you don’t cum until I allow” Scarlett reminded him.

     At first his thrusts were slow and paced.  His mind and body were screaming to pump as hard as possible, but he knew he must not disobey his queen.  His momentum gathered as the gripping feeling of her inner muscles strangled him tight.  He was unaware of the noises leaving his body as his hips banged forward in a steady barrage.  Her moaning was setting him off.  Her torrid words of desire laced with expletives were pushing his buttons and he was about to explode with an animalistic fury.  When Scarlett reached back and took hold of the collar, twisting her neck and body to look him directly in the eyes and he plummeted in and out of her, his senses went crazy.  He gritted his teeth and pounded into her with all his will.  Grasping her hips and making her take every inch of him, he could feel himself swell, inwards as well as out.  He tried to slow his rhythm but his body had other ideas.  It continued to thrust away with no signs of ending until he was spent.  He couldn’t disobey orders… not now!  It was beyond his control.  He needed intervention.

   "Please mistress… I am so close… s'il vous plaît …?”
Scarlett took no pity upon her slave boy and continued to let him ram her until she felt that familiar twitch inside her.  Quickly, she sprang free, as he fell back upon the bed writhing in exquisite pain.
  “You know I love to see you like this” she purred in his ear.

 

        Allowing him little time to recuperate, she lay back on the bed with legs spread wide.
   “Oooh… Cabinboy...” she teased in sing-song motioning for him to ravage her from above.
Lifting her right leg, he glided into her.  He raised her dress to expose her bare bouncing breasts as he pumped gently.  Scarlett sailed the oceans of his blue eyes. They seemed calm and gentle. Instead of pounding for dear life, his waist thrust forth timidly and his hand reached up to stroke the length of her neck before leaving a trail of hot kisses down it.  He impaled her deeper now, but still in simultaneous strokes.  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mind went fuzzy.  His low grunts built with intensity as inch by inch he fed her.  He never allowed Scarlett to lose sight of him.  Sarah watched in splendor as he made love to Scarlett and soon their songs mixed as one.  Scarlett was amazed Alex was lasting as long as he was.
The roles of romantic and scorching lover fed his ego until his cup runneth over.  The fact he could play both these parts fueled his desire for her ever more.  The tempered saint meets the dirty devil.  He wanted her to have both.  But soon it was just too much to bear, and again that clenching feeling of his anatomy in a vice grip was too overpowering.  He needed release.  His body was going to shut down without it.  This torture was his best friend and worst enemy all at once.  Amazing how these two things could exist so closely to one another.
Scarlett watched his neck muscles tense up as his hip movements accelerated.  She squeezed him tight within her, waiting for the tipping point.  Grunting and slamming as never before, she smiled listlessly up at him.
   “Oh god… I’m close” he blurted out.
Before he could spew forth, Scarlett unglued her muscles and forced Alex from her glistening zone. 

       In a state of anger, mixed with lust, Alex slammed his fists and head into the mattress repeatedly.  Why was she prolonging his ache?  It felt so wonderful and at the same time, so cruel.  He just couldn’t take it anymore.  His mind cracked and all logic spewed forth from it.  So this was insanity…

   “Calm down baby.  You’ll thank me later, I promise” Scarlett soothed, kissing his tired lips and watching a tear fall out the corner of his eye.
She had done it!  She had broken him!  She had possessed him… mind, body, and soul!  He truly knew what it was to be a slave.  He had been diligent to make sure the needs of his mistresses were met before his own.  He had shown amazing restraint and preservation.
    “You did it baby!  You conquered your own desires.  You have fought against your own will and have given yourself completely to me, and for this I am proud. You deserve your reward.  It is your time, what is it you want my darling?”
    “I want you my queen.  I want to give you all I have” he shuddered as more tears began to pool in his eyes.
    “You’re almost there babe.”

 

       Throwing her legs over his waist, Scarlett impaled herself on his stiff member, slowly rocking her hips to ease him in and out of her as tightly and agonizingly as he could stand.  Sarah watched Scarlett ride Alex in concentrated bliss.  He reached out to cradle her tits swaying in air and massaged the wool fabric between his fingertips. Her tight walls gripped him as she rode his staff and her head thrashed around violently as an orgasm built inside her.  The combination of two distinct voices filled the room with sounds of chaos.  With a violent twitch, she felt herself slipping through the black hole of euphoria, and to meet her demands, he bent at the knees and thrust up with all the strength he had left to be fully inside her.  Her orgasm rippled through her and a volcano and warm juices bathed every inch of his member in seconds.  She convulsed, grinding her hands into his sweatered chest, legs shaking violently, her breath caught somewhere in time.  She was so beautiful like this.  And he was… free.
    “Do it baby.  Cum for me.  Cum for your queen… one last time.”

      In an emotional roar he thrust forward harder than he ever had and slammed a load of hot sperm deep inside her.  The spasms continued as the muscles in his cock contracted and released pumping forth torrents of thick cream as he never had before.   Its warmth slid around in her belly as they collapsed in a drenched pile, clinging to what was left of their sanity.  Scarlett climbed off and snuggled into his chest.  His face disappeared within the woolen fabric of her turtleneck as he inhaled her scent one last time.  It could not be said if it was tears or sweat that stained his face.  His eyes were calm and rewarding.  He lay there against her a long while and she felt his heartbeat one final time.  A long delicate silence penetrated the room as Alex and Scarlett clung desperately to their final moments.  This was definitely an experience he would never forget.  This was goodbye.