And that was way before the modern-day fashionistas deemed it acceptable for women to wear neckties. For me, the necktie gives a woman a sense of confidence. I find the image powerful. Still, there are too many times when a guy sees a woman in a necktie they jump to the conclusions that she’s a lesbian.
A few weeks ago, while hanging out with a few of my male friends at a bar, a woman walks in dressed nicely wearing a purple silk necktie. A few guys stared but none of them approached her. Then one of the knuckleheads in our group leaned over and says “I bet she’s waiting for her girlfriend to show up.” Of course most of the guys at the table nodded their heads in agreement. Some even tossed in a few more comments. The point is, who cares what her sexual preference is. She’s sitting there in a black skirt, stockings, nice high heels, a business jacket with a white blouse and purple necktie drinking a Guinness. That seems damn near perfect to me.
In my personal life, I’ve never liked being tied up all that much. The few times that it has been enjoyable, a woman in necktie was involved. Having my hands tied behind my back, with her necktie, as she plays with herself, just a few feet away from me, and all I can do is watch. I fought hard to get free. It was a necktie I bought her and I guess I did a good job teaching her the intricate details of the Windsor knot because the more I struggled the tighter the grip got which led to me wanting her more than I thought possible. And to this day, whenever I see a woman in a necktie, my mind flashes back to that moment of that necktie restraint, my sweaty naked body and the sweet relief that followed when she eventually let me free.