Heels Fetish

Heels Fetish is based on the transforming quality of premium footwear on the shape of the female foot and lower leg.

To wear high-heels well and walk in them convincingly is a result of constant self discipline and practice. A fetishistic spectator understands this and a woman who can demonstrate an expertise with heels commands nothing but respect, devotion and arousal from them.

Heels alter the centre of gravity, posture and height of a woman to such a degree that she almost becomes someone else physically; an individual that demands attention and compliance. In this way they have become required fetish-wear for any domme who seeks to use the power they represent.

As well as implying sharpness, firmness and the subordination of comfort in favour of control, heels can increase their effect by the material they are made from, particularly in the case of patent leather which gives them an unnatural, militaristic and mechanical image. They can be worn in their short form or combined with a long-boot design to enhance their total effect.

An increasingly popular variant on heel fetish is one where their scuffed and worn condition of the footwear becomes especially important to the fetishist in question.

A Polyfetish Dream

I’m a polyfetishist and it must seem like I’m being promiscuous with my affections towards different kinks. A lot of monofetishists seem to think it must be a confusing way to live but – for me – it couldn’t be any easier or more exciting. I can’t imagine being completely faithful to just one fetish. How other people manage to do it is a mystery to me. I know people who live for those moments when they can indulge themselves in a single kink like tickling, smoking or foot fetish.These individual obsessions – to a monofetishist – exclude all others in their significance and I’d never criticise anyone’s fidelity to their chosen fetish. I adore tickling, smoking and foot fetish myself but if I focused on any one of them all the time I’d get really bored, really quickly. For me, every fetish photo-session needs to have a different theme to keep it as fresh and provocative as possible. In the winter – for example – fur fetish, tight cardigan fetish and stocking fetish seem more appropriate to shoot. In the summer though, wet clothes fetish, and sploshing get me going faster. Nothing remains the same and there are new fetishes developing all the time. Even something as recent and controversial as the hooded sweatshirt has produced it’s own, powerful ‘hoodie fetish with a – rapidly increasing – group of enthusiasts. I appreciate the devotion they show to their kink because I see the fetish value in almost everything around […]

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 […]

Trying to Walk in Fetish Heels – Venus O’Hara

The height of a female dominant’s heels is a particularly valuable device for emphasising her superiority in a BDSM relationship both physically and psychologically. The higher they are and the more lethal they look, the greater the adoration those heels demand from a cringing sub. They must never be too high to walk in, however, because the stern and unforgiving attitude they portray depends upon a confident stride. Extra high heels are usually worn by submissive females who use their inability to walk in them as a way to emphasise their subordinate role.Their bambi-walk combined with the glamourous length of leg that the heels allow sets up an arousing prospect for a dominant male. In this set I’m wearing heels borrowed from Kitsch in Barcelona and not my beloved discount ones. More images from this amazing shoot will be available soon in the pages of LOVE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, my forthcoming guide to BDSM written with Erika Lust which will be available Autumn 2010. By the way, I couldn’t walk in the heels properly and needed the help of the photographer to move around the studio. Photos by Antonio Martinez Galiot aka Jokerbcn.http://www.ipernity.com/doc/jokerbcn Enjoy! Venus O’Hara  

Ripped Tights Fetish

It came as a surprise when I received requests for a photo-set based on the fetish of ripped tights. I had no real idea of just how popular it was and how far its visual delights had spread. Its power as a superior fetish is based on the visual desire for the shapely legs of a beautiful woman wearing tights who then wilfully frustrates that desire by destroying the tights by hand while she’s wearing them. She undermines her anticipated sophistication with unexpected trashiness; any elegance compromised by debauchery. In vandalising an enhancement to her own glamour she embodies a thrilling contradiction and flaunts her erotic power over any audience. It takes hard work and a sense of humour to ladder a pair of tights properly. I was rolling around on a shifting surface of screwed up clothes and feeling naughty as I dug my fingers in to grab the material and tear it. The photographer was only too happy to join me and rip them a little more himself. I even crossed my legs and used my heels to penetrate the thin material and exaggerate the effect even further; laughing as I did it. As the flash went off, again and again, we were careful to maintain the sequential narrative of the mayhem. The holes in the stockings had to appear in the right order, just as a cigarette burns down in small stages; for the fans there’s nothing more important than that. Photos by David Vega. Enjoy! Venus […]

The Difficulty of Walking in High Heels – Venus O’Hara

I cannot walk in heels to save my life and I really envy women who can. My shoe-shopping is always very limited. Often it’s just a question of “which ones can I walk in ?”. That eliminates about ninety per cent of any shoes, sandals or boots in any shop. I have the dilemma of trying to find something which is comfortable and not too nun-like. It’s not easy. I bought these heels in a discount shop for just 10 euros a couple of years ago to surprise a lover. They have actually never been worn in the street. When I look at the photos, I realise that they’re actually not that high and I envy the real heel-wearers even more. I have tried to wear heels outdoors but it has only resulted in twisted ankles and bruised knees, so I’ll just stick to wearing them indoors and on camera. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photography by Andrew O’Hara.

My Love Hate Relationship with my Legs – Venus O’Hara

I’ve had a love-hate relationship with my legs over the years. I was very self conscious when I was about twelve, I started shaving them just up to the knees. In summer the boys at school used to pick on me saying that they liked my white socks, when in actual fact they were referring to the milk bottle colour of my legs. When I was around sixteen I started experimenting with fake tan, which wasn’t as good as it is now, and I had the orange knee problem. I couldn’t find a solution for having tanned legs and a few years ago it no longer was a problem as I could no longer expose my knees in the summer due to the appearance of an ugly varicose vein just behind my right knee. Luckily I had it operated on two years ago and now the scar is hardly visible. Since the operation I’ve been determined to flaunt my legs. It took a long time, lots of fake tan disasters and even an operation, but I got there in the end. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photography by Andrew O’Hara.

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