Some people believe that a selfie is only an expression of narcissism, but for me it can be much more than that. We live in a society obsessed with physical perfection and a culture that seems to be addicted to cosmetic surgery and PhotoShop. On the one hand, we are bombarded by advertising imagery on TV and in magazines that lie to us constantly and promote beauty ideals that are unachievable. On the other hand, when a media celebrity is ‘caught’ on the beach displaying a little cellulite, or carrying few extra kilos, they are ridiculed.
For bra fetishists, the reality of naked female breasts can never be as stimulating or significant to them as the way that those breasts can be presented by a brassiere that perfects their shape. A fantasy bust and ideal cleavage is something that exists only in cinema, magazine spreads or photographically enhanced advertising.
Bra fetishism relies upon a delicate balance achieved between the amount of breast displayed and the volume hidden by the garment itself.
More than any other item of lingerie, the bra is composed of architectural highlights that can be appreciated in isolation or as parts of the satisfying whole.
The back-or front-fastening, the cups and whether the material used to make it is sheer, or not, are all vital considerations to the bra fetishist.
Most important to the continued fetishistic power of the bra are its straps or lack of. They divide the body of the woman that wears them into pieces that can be appreciated as individual components in the same way that the cups frame and promote the cleavage-itself a phenomenon that doesn’t exist beyond the benefits that the bra provides.
The position of the straps is also important because if a partially visible one gradually slips down a shoulder in public, without the knowledge of the wearer, it can provide an abiding source of excitement and arousal for the fetishistic gaze.
Discovering Downblouse Fetish
Downblouse is a variety of sexual fetishism or voyeurism. It’s based on the opportunity, provided by some types of women’s clothing, for men to peer down and enjoy watching their breasts unobtrusively. It might take the form of making unauthorised digital photographs down the open top of a female’s dress, blouse or other garment. The value of ‘downblousing’ imagery is increased, from the collector’s perspective, when those pictures of breasts or cleavages are obtained thanks to random chance.
Exploring New Fetishes
Even though it was the same model, shot in the same setting by the same photographer, the end result was so different to anything we’d done before. Together we created a ‘voyeur’ set. Our intention was to capture the essence of many fetishes. They include:
Unaji (nape fetish), upskirt fetish, hosiery fetish, downblouse fetish, foot fetish, bra fetish and dangling heel fetish and more.
My Mismatched Underwear Fetish
I love mismatched underwear. After adding 15 new pairs of panties, and 8 new bras, to my collection, I had to sort out everything I had. All of the recent additions were Christmas and New Year presents from my fans. It was while I was putting them into piles of similar designs and styles that I had an idea. That was a few weeks ago now and that’s also how long I’ve been posting a daily picture of myself, simultaneously, on Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter and Flickr. I’ve been blogging my mismatched underwear choice of the day, everyday. It is my promise to myself that I’ll never knowingly wear the same pair of panties in two pictures during 2013. Depending on the day, I can choose underwear that looks sultry or geeky, innocent or sensual. I have many pairs to choose from. A long time ago I came to the conclusion that I can never have enough panties. They are my obsession and my favourite kind of collection because they are pretty and practical. It takes me longer to get dressed now but it is so worth it and I wonder just what everyone thinks of my selection for the day. Even I haven’t got 365 different pairs so I’m offering my fans the chance to contribute to the cause. If you want to see me in a specific pair of panties then you only have to buy them for me and I’ll be more than happy to oblige. I would […]
2012: A Year of British Fetish
Last year had some real highlights when it came to British fetish. For me, the one that stood out the most was the royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. If it was not William’s camp uniform that turned heads then it was Pippa Middleton’s derriere. It seemed like a hard act to follow. This year exceeded all my expectations when it came to the promotion of British fetish. We had the London Olympics for a start. The highlight of the opening ceremony for me, and for most of the millions watching, was the appearance of the fictional James Bond (as played by Daniel Craig) in a scene starring The Queen playing herself. After the filmed set up we were treated to a live stunt that featured a stunt man in royal drag dropping into the olympic stadium with a Bond lookalike. The Diamond Jubilee was a dream of British Fetish. When it comes to the allure of a fantasy world populated by aristocrats, princes and princesses nobody does it like Britain. For a while we could believe that we had gone back to a time when courtesy, deference and discipline was the norm and not the exception. Fetishism is about knowing your place in a hierarchy and enjoying the unequal distribution of power that follows from accepting that state of affairs. When the Queen’s reign was celebrated the world over, we all became subs. The Summer of Sport and the Diamond Jubilee put together represented an unprecedented celebration […]
Official Calendar 2013
I looked at my calendar from this year, saw it was already October and realised that next year’s one was almost due for production. I had been looking to do a collaboration with a new photographer and Lourdes Ribas of www.pixelstudi.com had already agreed to do the shoot. I was delighted when a date was set to do just that. Then, I developed a cold and had to cancel. I was badly congested for days before developing an ear infection. Not only was I exhausted but one ear was completely blocked. I just didn’t feel kinky. Nevertheless, time was passing and the pressure on me began to build. Another date was fixed and I knew that I couldn’t cancel for a second time. Even though part of me was still trying to talk myself out of it, I made myself go to the venue the second time. It took ages to pack my bag with a variety of essential accessories. More time than usual was spent on folding the stockings, packing the high heels and selecting the dresses that I would need. My main idea was to wear sheer dresses the wrong way round so that their open backs would allow my charms to be displayed more easily to the photographer. Although I had only known Lourdes for a few months, the set dresser, Pepe von Strudel from www.vonstrudel.com, had been a friend of mine for years. I was so excited about being photographed in a set decorated for […]