Freckle Fetish

The freckle fetish is an essential kink for individuals who appreciate the effect that decorative imperfections have when seen on very pale skin. The patterns that freckles make on the face lead the fetishist to speculate about how complex they might be on the rest of the body and the thought of that nakedness becomes less about the exposure of the figure than finding the answer to that puzzle.

The frequency of freckles, their size, depth of colour and density complicate the surface of the skin, emphasising movement, tautness and curve in an easy, organic way that seduces the eye almost subliminally. The longer a fetishist can look at and enjoy a heavily freckled individual, the deeper the visual delirium becomes for them. In varied lighting, against a variety of backgrounds and with a selective use of colour where clothing is concerned-the endless capacity of freckles to add interest to any area of revealed skin shouldn’t be underestimated.

Freckles have become so closely associated with redheads that they have become a vital third part of a multiple fetish. Red hair and white skin would be significant enough on their own terms but with the random, organic patterning of pigment to visually bind them together, the continued power of this fetish becomes clear.

Rose Flagellation

A red rose is the very definition of romantic delirium even if its stem is an emblem for potential pain. Flagellation or flogging is the act of methodically beating or whipping (Latin flagellum, “whip”) the human body. Specialised implements for it include rods,switches, the cat o’ nine tails and the sjambok. Typically, flogging is imposed on an unwilling subject as a punishment; however, it can also be submitted to willingly, or performed on oneself, in religious or sadomasochistic contexts. Whips provoke a variety of sensations in the whippee depending on their weight or the material they’re made of. With bare-handed spanking, paddles and canes the force of a potential blow can be modified on a whim; from a subtle caress up to a hard blow. In contrast, there is an absolute minimum speed for striking with a whip and the impact of its blow is dependent upon its velocity and weight. Many dominants have a range of whips for different effects: soft leather and suede reddens the skin, heavy leather can abrade it, rubber and horsehair sting the flesh and ones made of chains are made to caress. The inspiration for this set was a poem called “Farewell My Siren” (For Venus) written for me by Christopher Drake. It’s striking imagery is intensely visual and it depicts a redhead with porcelain white skin who gets whipped by roses. I couldn’t resist organising a photo-set to accompany it. Photography by Daniel Bauer. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara

Naked Face – Going without Make-up

I feel more naked if my face is seen without make-up than when I have no clothes on. It’s so natural for me to get made-up in the morning that it just seems like part of waking up and accepting the realities of adulthood. When I was younger I learnt the importance of finessing my face, enhancing its riches and distracting unwelcome attention from what I imagined were imperfections. When my face is naked now, I remember what it felt like to be less than an adult; vulnerable, unsure, unfinished. Naked-face fetishists adore that combination of self-consciousness and disclosure that only an absence of make-up allows. Every young woman has a fleeting moment when she is as beautiful as she will ever be and every day that passes subsequently becomes a pursuit of that ideal. Men who adore the naked-face fetish see that perfect moment held and flaunted every time the eyeliner and lipstick is left in its drawer. I was told recently that my untouched face was pure bliss. The fetishist explained that my random gatherings of freckles and naturally pink lips were essential. My white skin with its star-fields of unpredictable pigment needed to be seen he said. There were many men who dreamed of the arousing potential inherent in my washed and scrubbed face and would be only too pleased to tell me so, he concluded. I looked into his expressive eyes and I knew it was true. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photos by www.sebasromero.com

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