Which came first the chicken or the egg? I don’t know. Nobody knows. I’m often asked which came first for me. Was it dressing in women’s clothes or my love of being tied up. To be honest I can’t remember a time when I didn’t enjoy both, so maybe for me it’s a chicken and egg scenario? Or that’s what I used to think; but as I only enjoy being tied up when dressing as a woman, this surely this means dressing came first. Then again I used to tie myself up as a child using my mother’s tights - so it could be possible my first experience with female clothes was being self-bound in them.