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.

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.

The World of Erotic Books – Venus O’Hara

I had the privilege of working with some erotic publishers when I was working in export sales in a printer a few years ago. It was great fun and it caused a great stir in my company when I showed my boss the content of my “orders”. It was a family company and in theory they would prefer not to print such things but at the end of the day, money is money. It was funny to see how my boss covered up the printed sheets of erotica with sheets from different orders, just so that his relatives wouldn’t see the scandal being produced in the factory. I joked with the machine operators about going easy on the “magenta” when printing a book about oral sex. Here I am with my collection of erotic books collected from my time as a sales representative in a printer. I’ve also thrown in a couple of non-erotic books in just to make a bit of a contrast. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photography by Andrew O’Hara

Domestic Goddess

I have no liking for housework, in fact, I hate it. Being a domestic goddess just means endless repetitions of the same futile chores. They have no seductive potential for me. That’s the point though. What seem like dull duties to me, become highly arousing to a cleaning fetishist who will always appreciate my efforts and my outfit. To entertain myself I wear my yellow marigold gloves and a tiny apron. To stimulate my audience I add my discount heels and a sheer top to the ensemble. I can make any domestic duty look sexy. I think that the popularity of this fetish is based on the the movements that women make when they do things around the house. When they are on all fours, scrubbing steps and floors, the regular rhythm of their hips, forwards and backwards, duplicates the way they might look when they’re having great sex. When they’re dusting they inevitably push their bottoms out, proudly. Who could resist? Photos by Daniel Bauer.  

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