There is a primitive thrill associated with properly applied ankle restraint. The heady eroticism that is experienced through it can often be combined with an instinctive response that can only be described as animal in nature. Ankle restraint does not have to be part of a bondage game to reveal its sexual potential. Having doggy-style sex is extremely horny on its own terms but if my lover takes the opportunity to grab my ankle, when I am powerless to resist, our excitement can be multiplied. I am not only immobilised but I am suddenly turned into a submissive creature at the mercy of my lover’s whims and capriciousness. It doesn’t get much better. Even the sensation of wearing something around the ankles is arousing; I am thinking about a particular pair of sandals, that I bought recently, that have a slightly abrasive ankle-strap. I make sure that the strap is always a little too tight when I am out walking. That subtle pressure on my ankles makes me feel more secure, more aware of that special part of my foot. No one walking past me would ever know that my feet feel “strapped-in”. They would only see me smiling if they had the time to notice anything at all. On the other hand, a fetishist would spot a clever little ankle detail on a pair of high-heels, or boots, before anything else. When bondage is applied to my ankles, the result can leave me feeling like a mermaid. Although handcuffs can […]
Podophilia or foot fetishism describes a popular and complex fetish. For foot fetishists in general, the foot duplicates the attractions of an entire sexualised body but in a more compact form. Some features of feet that receive particular attention are: their overall shape and size, toes, arches, soles and whether they are clean or dirty.
Toes, for instance, can be singled out for their length, plumpness or the space between the big toe and one next to it. This is known as ‘toe cleavage’. A partialism for toes can also be expressed by the foot fetishist sucking on all of them in turn or favouring the big toe in particular. In either case this practice is known as a ‘toejob’.
On the other hand, a preference for toenails can be defined by whether they are long or short and/or if they are painted or not. If they are painted then the colour and type of nail polish used becomes significant.
The soles of the feet can be more attractive to certain foot fetishists if they are slender as opposed to wide and/or whether they are smooth or hard.
In the same way that partly-clothed bodies tend to be more stimulating that fully naked ones, feet can have a state of dress or undress. Feet that wear specific shoes or socks can repeat the motifs of clothing. Some foot fetishists prefer high heels to flat shoes and a tight pair of socks can leave compression marks on the ankle in a way that is reminiscent of the waistband of panties. Adornments, like ankle bracelets and toe rings, can elevate the fetishistic importance of the foot even more.
Feet can be made to feel glamourous and special in several ways. They can be singled out for special attention from the rest of the body with expensive pedicures, foot spas and comprehensive beauty treatments. Feet are particularly sensitive and responsive to any form of sensory interaction such as kissing, caressing, tickling, licking and sucking. This type of attentiveness finds its ultimate expression in a more ritualised form of foot worship. This practice is important when it is incorporated into the advanced scenarios played out in BDSM and Femdom.
Feet can also become the equivalent of a vagina when they are placed side by side leaving a vulva-like space between them. This is euphemistically referred to as the ‘fourth hole’. A woman’s mouth, vagina and anus comprise the first three. When a man’s penis is inserted into the ‘fourth hole’ and the woman closes her feet around it to masturbate him, it is known as ‘a footjob’.
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Foot Fetish – Learning to love my feet
I’ve never really liked my feet very much. My opinion has had to change recently, however, and I have some pursuasive foot fetishists to thank for it. To my eyes, looking down at them, the appearance of my feet just reminds me of how uncomfortable they can be when the weather is hot. They always feel sweaty. The warmer it is, the more embarrassing it becomes when they turn a pink colour. This is especially true when the rest of my skin retains its unusual whiteness. My feet have always seemed too wide in comparison to my skinny ankles as well. To be honest, the idea that the appearance and shape pf my feet could ever be provocative, or even highly arousing, to dedicated foot fetishists has always seemed quite ridiculous. That’s the wonderful thing about fetishism of any sort. It thrives, in all its diverse forms, in a place that should be entirely separate from the mainstream for it to retain its authentic flavour. It seems that you don’t need the “perfect” foot to appeal to a fetishist. They can be turned on by the specific details or unique attributes of a certain foot and not just the foot itself. Some fetishists like the ritual of having toenails painted, others prefer those nails to be left natural. Some specialise in the anatomy of a foot. It could be the turn of an ankle, the asymmetry of the toes, the angle of the arch or the plumpness of the sole […]
As a model, I’d become used to the process of posing for a photographer, having a great many shots taken of me and then waiting for those images to be taken away on a portable drive and sorted through by someone else. When I could see them finally, so a final selection could be made, a week or a fortnight had gone by. There’s something liberating about taking nude selfies of myself instead. I can have complete control over the creative process, setting and time. I can see the images at my leisure and, if I didn’t quite get what I wanted, I can take a few minutes out and repeat the process without taking too much time. Once, I had hundreds of pictures taken just to get a handful of ones that I approved of. Now, knowing exactly what I want, the same result can be arrived at with hardly any effort at all. With the sophistication of smartphone technology these days, and the increasingly high-quality of the cameras they contain, it is possible for anyone to be a glamour model. An arousing shot of a provocative pose can be captured in an instant and sent to lovers on whatsapp. A sexy selfie can be posted on Twitter just as quickly. When I strip and pose to shoot my “Good Morning” pictures I know that just after, I’ll be putting my hoodie back on again. After posting that days image I wait for the first comments to come in. […]
More Tickle Torture
Even though the summer has faded, the effect of “50 Shades of Grey” still lingers. I’m sitting at my writing desk and I’m thinking about sex. Nothing unusual there you might think. It seems to me that everyone is caught up in the meaning and uses of BDSM in their own lives and relationships. Something has been forgotten in all of those TV discussions focused on strap-ons, handcuffs and spankings. I haven’t heard any debates recently about sex and humour. Have we forgotten how to be dirty in the bedroom and actually laugh while we are doing it? I haven’t. When I think back to those times when I was turned on and trying hard not to laugh I always end up remembering the same afternoon. It was the day I was being photographed by a tickle fetishist and my ankles were tied onto a horizontal metal bar while I was blindfolded and sitting on an office chair. The tight white panties I had chosen for the shoot would look scandalous I hoped. Now that a reasonable amount of time has passed since the shoot I can appreciate just how unusual it really was. It was like a job at the time and I took it seriously. The photographer was committed to getting the most out of the session. He had rehearsed his tickling plans in perfect detail. When my stockinged legs were opened and raised and the blindfold was fitted on my face I was defenceless. I only remember […]
I’m feeling a bigger and bigger attraction towards the world of TV these days. If you asked me why this is I would have a hard time explaining it. The irony is that I don’t even own a TV. I don’t feel as if I’m missing out on anything and I function perfectly well without gameshows, celebrity gossip or the latest docusoap. Still, the potential for TV to promote and develop Planet Venus can not be ignored. I had anticipated being booked for a TV appearance or two after Interviu magazine featured me on its cover and inside its pages. Despite my efforts to get on TV at that time, I was constantly reminded, by someone who must remain nameless, that it would be much easier for me to be featured if I went out with a footballer or if I got off with Paquirrin. When I thought about it I decided that I was not that desperate. Fortunately, my ambition to have a higher profile on TV is being realised without me having to compromise or do what other people think is necessary to succeed. I was right not to follow their advice. TV is finding me and not the other way round. These pictures were shot a year ago and I have been waiting for an excuse to use them since then. Now I can because I was on TV just last Friday ( May 11th 2012). I appeared in a segment of the programme Callejeros made by […]
The Masochism of Modelling
People assume that posing in front of a camera must be easy work. It is, but there is also a certain amount of masochism involved, especially in the casting process for modelling jobs. That can be just as enjoyable – but for different reasons. The masochism begins with the long wait to be seen at a casting session along with all of your intimidatingly attractive competitors. Sometimes the session is played out in front of those competitors as well as the casting director and the cameraman. That just increases the tension and the pressure on you to perform well. A casting can take the form of a simple presentation or it can combine poses and facial expressions. Others require reciting lines of dialogue or repeating an advertising blurb while wearing a rehearsed smile. I remember one particular casting when we were told to scream as loudly as possible. I’d already produced my very best “scary witch” laugh in the short film “Love Me like You Hate me” directed by Erika Lust. I imagined a simple scream would be easy. It was only when I was sitting in the waiting room that I had second thoughts. All I could hear through the thin walls was the sound of unseen people screaming randomly. It was intimidating and distracting. After a while, I decided that it was a little too masochistic to stay any longer. I got up and left as quietly as I could. As it turned out, the casting director had […]