As a child, I was raised in a strict Catholic home and I attended a private school and was raised believing that nuns and priests were persons of authority, holding the keys to power and control. I worked for a period of time in a convent, and admired some of the nuns that I knew very well. They had a quiet self assurance and inner calm. They were strong women with great fortitude. Mother Superior had great determination and compassion. She was a strong decision maker, and she never looked back, never second guessed the decisions she made.

Fresh out of high school, I was studying criminology and at the time you could call the Police Department and be placed on a list to be a ride along with a police officer for an 8 hour shift. My professor knew someone who knew someone and it wasn’t long before I was called and a date was set.

The police officer I rode with that day and on two other occasions was a Dominant Male, though I certainly wouldn’t have thought that or known or understood that at that time in my life. He seemed effortless in his self control and confidence, interviewing people, being empathic to victims, and talking with co-workers. Rather than use his fists or his club, he used his body language and his tone of voice as a way of conveying his messages, be it good or bad news.

Not long after meeting him I worked for a company that was located in the same business park as the California Highway Patrol. I must say that if I was attracted to a police uniform, a man in a CHP uniform, with those form fitting pants, those shiny black boots and that attitude, totally solidified my interest in uniforms.

I also enjoy lingerie. I love a great fitting, lovely, sexy bra and a pair of panties that match. When I wear them, I feel sexier and I believe that projects an aura of confidence, similar to the confidence I have when I’m wearing a uniform. Some people have said that I wear those things so that people will look at me. There is some truth to that I’m sure, but rarely does anyone see me in my lingerie, except for my submissive husband and yes he enjoys seeing me in it. But I wear the lingerie under clothes. I’m also aware that when I’m wearing a uniform that it’s possible that while many people may enjoy looking at me in a uniform, just as many people won’t enjoy the way I look in a uniform. Not all fetishes appeal to all people and for that I’m grateful.

Of course not all uniforms, nor do all people in uniforms thrill me. Those that choose to wear maid uniforms, schoolgirl uniforms, and cheerleader uniforms get a different type of attention from me.

When I’m wearing a uniform, and I’m playing, I like riding that blur between becoming the person in the uniform and portraying the person in the uniform. For instance, if I’m in my nurse’s uniform, and I’m have a patient that is being played with using speculums I can easily slip into the role of a nurse. Similar to that is how I feel when I wear my cop uniform. I learned a valuable lesson from my real cop friend as the power of voice and body language are invaluable, however I’m not afraid to use consensual force either all in name of the ‘law’.
When I wear my police uniform, maybe it’s because I like the thought of frisking, someone, ‘arresting’ them and perhaps I get off on the humiliation of using them after they’ve been ‘arrested’.

BDSM dovetailed right into my uniform fetish. When I first started out in BDSM I attended an event where a woman was dressed as cat woman. I felt like a stalker as every time she moved across the room I followed her. I just couldn’t stop staring. I spoke with her and she relayed to me that her fetish sprung out of black, smooth, shiny, dresses and costumes which represented power to her. I admit to scanning crowds at kink events looking to see others that may be dressed in a uniform.