Leg Sex Column One
Written Summer 2002
Salutations, Leg Sex readers!
Allow me to introduce
myself. I'm Editrix Abby, New York City's kinkstress about town and
maven of all that is craven. I live in the most exciting city in the
world, which not only never sleeps, it never even rests! I'm out on the
town every night of the week, making sure that I don't miss a minute of
trouble. The editor of Leg Sex tracked me down and asked me to bring my
wicked ways and fetish expertise to the magazine and I look forward to
sharing my exploits with you. Perhaps I should tell you a little bit
about myself.
Every Wednesday you can
find me at Gomorrah, the weekly fetish dance and play party, reclining
on a couch while a fortunate submissive worships my legs and massages
my feet. I produce the event, along with my dominant partners: Madame
Cole deSade, Mistress Evita, Lady Syren, Master Steelow and Ken Feet.
We welcome freaks of all proclivities and put on sexy fetish shows
featuring internationally renowned Dominatrices, bondage enthusiasts,
piercing experts, gorgeous go-go goddesses, musical acts with a frisky
flavor, fire breathers and other alternative-type performers. I
consider myself a facilitator, like the conductor to a symphony of
sensuality: spankers on one side of the room, adults in diapers in the
dungeon, boot lickers on their hands and knees, human ashtrays with
their mouths open wide, trampling fetishists with spike-heeled honeys
standing on their stomachs and all the trench coat-wearing lurkers
watching from afar. We make beautiful music together!
For four years I presided
over Click + Drag, New York's nightlife hybrid, where I've served as MC
for The Miss Fetish NYC Pageant, The Black & Blue Ball and The
Goddess Ball and traveled to exclusive fetish events all over the
country. I even produced a week-long fetish event in Jamaica, The
Festival of Fantasy, Fetish and Fashion. Now THAT was a wild week!
Imagine all your can drink accomodations, warm sunshine and lots of
public humiliation! The Baroness put on a tropical latex fashion show,
And I can't forget Madame Cole's thousand-watt electricity demo,
complete with nipple clams and her specially equipped butt plug!
Even my day-to-day
existence is exceedingly slutty: I rarely use the ladies room alone,
preferring to piss before an audience. Madame Cole, of course, pisses
ON her audience! I'm merely an exhibitionist!
I also rule over
www.editrixabby.com, my online community of smutlovers. There are porn
video reviews, first person stories and a forum where the freaks can
meet. I've received all sorts of kinky correspondence over the years
and the best of it is posted there as well. Plus you can see photos of
all my friends and I at play and find out where all the best action is.
I started my first
fanzine while working as an editor for a control freak boss. I just
wanted to do my own thing, you know? Porn Free was just like it sounds:
free porn. Every issue had dirty pictures, comics, sex news and
jerk-off fiction that fit the specific themes: GenderFuck, Music,
Bi/Gay. The Fetish Issue caught the eye of a financial backer, who set
me up as Editrix of Extreme Fetish. That was my nationally distributed
fetish magazine, which also had themes. I addressed The Smoking Fetish,
The Medical Fetish and muscular women in Tits & Abs, among others.
The adorable Laurie Wallace was one of my centerfolds and now she's
hostessing parties at Hugh Hefner's mansion! To think she got her start
with me! That sure was a great job!
I've contributed to
numerous prurient publications, such as Penthouse Forum
and Juggs. I've flashed my underwear for Panty Play and exposed my
snatch for Celebrity
Sleuth. I've been the American correspondent for the UK's Desire
and zapped my smut around the world on all sorts of XXX web sites.
As a Board Member for Feminists for Free
Expression, I fight against censorship with my sisters, including
porn video director and former star herself . We've thrown fundraisers
that featured the opinionated Camille Paglia and the author of My
Secret Garden, Nancy Friday.
My glamorous life has led
me to Las Vegas for the porno Academy Awards, where I got to hang out
with the stunning Julie
Strain and the fantastically filthy Jeanna Fine. Porsche Lynn, and Ron Jeremy have
visited us at Gomorrah. And Davel Attel's Insomniac show even stopped
in to shoot one night!
I've appeared on all
sorts of TV shows about sex, talking blowjobs with Bob Berkowitz, and
cooing about kink on the radio. You may have heard me on Opie and
Anthony, Ron and Fez or The Allan Colmes Show, taking calls from people
who want to hear all about my deviant lifestyle.
I've posed for some of
the most fabulous fetish photographers around: Richard Kern
captured me in my glittering tiara, Michele Serchuck gave me a vintage look in black
and white, and Misa
Martin shot me in nothing but a feather boa!
More than anything,
though, I love to dress up. From tightly meshed Danskin fishnets to
Cuban heeled hose pulled taut by straining garters, from French lace
thigh highs to shiny sheer nylons, I can't get enough of luscious
legwear. From long, elegant, flowing fabric to the shortest, skimpiest
of minnies, I have a closet full of skirts. I have satin hot pants and
black leather bellbottoms, crinkly crinolines and beaded sheaths. I
have dozens of feather boas draped above my bed, white fairy wings
hanging from my ceiling and three—count em, three!—tiaras. I have more
shoes than Imelda Marcos—well, almost—including six-inch platforms,
pony fur mules, thigh high patent leather boots, sexy, strappy sandals,
delicate ballet flats and my personal favorites, the Emma Peel-esque
Avenger boots. I have all sorts of wigs: the foot-high lavendar pile of
sculpted curls, a casino-themed red and black pompadour, a rainbow
bouffant, a kinky white Afro, long and blonde, short and brunette.
I have costumes for
every occasion. I've been Wonder Woman and Glinda the Good Witch, Betty
Page and Xena, Warrior Princess. I've been a mad scientist and a dead
video game cop, a Swan-a-Swimming and a sexy Santa, an angel and a
devil more times than I can remember, even a marble Greek statue.
Basically I can be anybody or anything!
And did I mention that
I'm almost a full six feet tall? That means miles of legs, long,
muscular, freckled and tattooed legs that beg to be lavished and
licked, worshipped and adored. Which of course leads me to this: Your
mission is to write me, immediately! Tell me your deepest, darkest
desires and share your secret sex fantasies. I want to know everything
that gets your dick hard and anything that's made you lose your load.
C'mon now, you can tell Abby!
Now I'm off to San
Francisco, where I'll be shopping for corsets at Dark Garden and
starring in a sexy fetish video. I'll fill you in on all that news next
month. Till then, put pen to paper and write to me!
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