Blindfolds

Blindfolds possess unique fetishistic potential. They are particularly potent when used to experiment with the sensory deprivation of a pliable submissive within a BDSM context. There is a key fetish connected to the use of blindfolds in which the exploitation of sense pleasures is especially important. It is termed Amaurophilia and it refers almost always to the blindfolding of a woman.

For Amaurophiliacs, having sex with a compliant woman who is already wearing a blindfold or who puts one on during the act itself represents the summit of their particular fantasy. This may also include the preference for having sex in complete darkness which only increases tactile sensations and sensitivity. Wearing a blindfold increases the other lover’s sense of power. Eye-contact can be avoided completely, contrary to normal social protocols, which enables the seeing lover to take more liberties with his or her need for voyeuristic satisfaction. The thrill for the wearer of the blindfold rests in them knowing that they don’t have to do anything themselves.

The ways in which vision can be slowly, but safely, restricted are many and varied. They can range from scarves to items from an underwear drawer-the longer it takes to manufacture a DIY blindfold the better. The male fetishist maintains strict visual contact with his subject while she works on covering her eyes.

Black Lace Blindfold

Many fetishists think that lace blindfolds are a bit pointless. After all, a blindfold should restrict vision and deprive the wearer of vital sensory information – not allow them to see their master/mistress whenever they choose. As far as I’m concerned there’s only one drawback with black lace blindfolds and that’s the number of people who just can’t see their obvious fetish potential.When I wore the black lace blindfold – that you see in these images – I felt dominant in front of the photographer, not submissive as I might have anticipated. When I wear sunglasses I can see perfectly but the person I’m talking to can feel uncomfortable and anxious because the eye-contact between us has been disrupted – wilfully, – by my choice of eyewear. My feelings, responses and thoughts – usually so easy to read in my huge, expressive, eyes can no longer be interpreted or relied upon. Lace blindfolds serve the same function in BDSM roleplay. This accessory is unique in the grey area it occupies between submissive blindfolds and dominant masks. If you want to be submissive in a lace blindfold, all you need to do is close your eyes and adopt that persona. If you want to be dominant, just keep your eyes open and use the confusing filter of the black lace to intimidate your slave further by staring at them through it. They won’t know how to respond, trust me. During the shoot I wasn’t able to express myself with my eyes […]

My Top Five Fetishes

Here are my top five fetishes: Blindfolds I love being lazy and having someone else apply their touches, caresses and breath to unexpected areas of my body. The inability to see and anticipate the next possible movement from random hands just accelerates my desire and makes me anxious to find out all the faster. Spanking I love spanking but it has to be done a certain way. It should begin an involving role-play scenario followed by alternating spanking and soft caresses. It’s just as much fun to give as it is to receive, particularly when the opportunity to apply several slaps to a fine arse can be a mutual pleasure mixed with occasional burning warmth. Panties I can never have enough pairs of panties. Some women collect shoes, others want a private museum of handbags but, for me, the different effects, styles and cuts that a variety of panties offer me for photo-sets, nights out and private appearances can’t be over-estimated. When I have new pairs sent to me and they fit perfectly, I’m never happier. Although I’m a true panty fetishist with over 200 pairs, choosing just the right ones is always a challenge. Tickling I love how relaxing it can be to be tickled by an true tickle fetishist. They know how to use it as an ice-breaker at first before the awkward silences are replaced by sudden fits of laughter. Like the flip-side of spanking, tickling also relies upon the tension between tickles, the anticipation and the […]

Tickle Torture (Tickle Fetish)

This photo-set was shot by a tickle fetish expert. It was my first set based on this kink and I’d been anticipating it for weeks before it finally happened. I have very sensitive feet so the excitement built up for days beforehand. My objective was to produce a set that captured all of my natural and unrehearsed reactions to the random, unexpected tickles on the soles of my feet. Posing for photo-shoots usually means smiling and pouting in a practised way. This time, the value of the images would rest in my spontaneous responses captured in the moment. They might not be my prettiest looks but the honesty of my laughter would make the point. I arrived at the photographer’s studio and I showed him my extensive collection of stockings. We’d agreed that the right pair would be an important part of the success of the set. He explained his ideas for the scenario which included sitting me on a hard office chair, tying my ankles to a horizontal metal bar and placing a blindfold on me. When we began, the reality of the ankle restraint became clear. He used his skilled hand first and the delicious tension in the pauses between his abrupt tickles reminded me of being spanked. When it got too much I told him to stop. Then, unknown to me, he began to use his “secret tickling implements” and, because of the blindfold, I had no idea what they might be. Even with his skills, I […]

Lingerie on the Beach

I wore lingerie on the beach at Barcelona instead of a bikini and, as I posed for the photographer, the sand was cool on my pale belly. As an authentic redhead, it’s hard for me to spend any serious time on the beach in the summer so I took my chance in January and chose my outfit with that in mind. I love mismatched lingerie so I made sure that I made an impression with my transparent polka-dot bra, tight black boy-shorts, hold-up stockings and high heels. The image of those heels digging into the sand – as I walked along the beach – stuck in my mind as the photographer did his work. As I lay there, the sun became too bright for my green eyes and I had to cover my face with my warm, red hair. It seemed obvious to play with this idea by using the blindfold from Le Boudoir that I had in my bag for emergencies. Even though knew that there were nude sunbathers a little further up the beach, I felt more conscious of them under the lace blindfold than if I could’ve seen where they were looking. I suspected that some of them might be photographing our shoot for their own benefit but I didn’t really care. I just posed and felt safe and reassured that I was warm, dry and that the cool waves washed up way behind me where they couldn’t reach. Instead, the cold water crept up and shocked […]

My First Book: Love Me Like You Hate Me – Venus O’Hara

In this era of 24/7 social networking, anyone can call themselves a writer because their words can be published online whenever they feel like it. I’ve always had plenty to say and my free website was the first ongoing outlet for my views and opinions. At the start, writing my posts was something fun I did on a Sunday afternoon; it was a hobby. Within three months though, I had an offer to co-author a book with Erika Lust and, suddenly, my hobby had to be taken a lot more seriously. The masochist in me enjoyed the unhelpful conditions I suffered to complete the project. For example, I always sat in the same old vintage leather chair-featured in many of my photo-sets-to get the work done. I wore old jogging bottoms, an ancient hoodie and, as it was during the winter months, I was usually wrapped up in a blanket that my grandma had sent to me; it had kept generations of O’Haras warm and I was very glad to have it. The door to my balcony was broken and no matter how much furniture I piled up against it, I still heard the rattle as it let in another bitter draft of cold air. My fingers were frozen and I could see my breath as I typed, busily, on the keyboard of my tired, unreliable laptop. I’ve got a new one now, thank God. I knew, even then, that I would look back at the hardship of the writing […]

Bathroom Bondage

The following images were styled and produced by myself to illustrate my book LOVE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, written with Erika Lust. My objective in producing this set was to demonstrate that the power of bondage can be expressed and projected as easily from ordinary household objects and environments as it can from high-end fetish apparatus. In fact, the ability to fetishize familiar routines-things that we all do everyday-has to be the sexiest use of DIY that I know. Everyone showers or bathes. We know our bathrooms more intimately than any single place other than our bedrooms. In Barcelona on a cold February day I found myself abandoned in a strange bathroom. There was no real warmth to speak of, just two weak heaters to warm me up. The slippery mosaic tiles were freezing to my feet and as I got into the bath, my discount heels threatened to slip on the tiny, cold trickle of water left in the bottom. I was grateful to be wearing even a skimpy silk top, blue, sequinned knickers and my slave collar. Even my old snakeskin scarf, reworked as a blindfold, gave me a little bit of relief from the numbing cold. My shoulder blades, the small of my back and my firm derrière lay flat against the chilly porcelain. I felt my soft skin rise in lines of goosebumps and I was so drained of warmth that I couldn’t keep a single thought in my head. The photographer coiled the ordinary […]

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