I found the package containing the fishnet bodystocking in my P.O. Box. It had been sent from the U.K. and was a sweet surprise. My first photo-session with it followed a few days later. Before Sebas Romero arrived I’d laid out all the accessories that I thought I would need to get the most out of it. I was wearing the bodystocking before he arrived and I chose a pretty pair of frilled panties to cover up the fact that it was crotchless. I added a pair of elbow-length gloves and some other things to the outfit. When I greeted Sebas at the door and saw the strange expression on his face I knew we were on to something special. See the first bodystocking series here. I offered to change into another outfit halfway through the session but he shook his head, smiled and insisted I kept it on. He dismissed the other accessories and just wanted to exploit the bodystocking as much as he could in the time we had. The next shoot with the bodystocking was with Guy Moberly. The main difference this time was that I left the panties off from the start so that the suggestive crotchless effect could be used to the full. Again, after an hour or so, I thought about changing out of the bodystocking. When he refused to allow it and wanted me to carry on wearing it – just like Sebas had done – I understood how powerful this simple piece […]
Hosiery fetishists have an attraction towards individuals wearing either tights or stockings and they are also drawn to the individual items in their own right. The common denominator in both cases is the combination of their transparency and the silky texture that they possess.
Those fetishists who prefer tights might do so because, unlike stockings, they are the preferred day to day hosiery for most professional women when formal skirts and dresses are worn. Tights remove the appearance of blemishes, give the legs more contrast and definition, accentuating curves while making them appear thinner and more attractive. Certain styles of tights increase the fetishists interest and can include sheer-to-waist, opaque, patterned or specific deniers and particular brands and shades.
Stocking fetishists find the image and tactile feel of nylon or silk stockings to be preferable to tights and they find the act of a person putting on or taking off a pair of stockings particularly arousing; especially if it is done as slowly as possible.Certain types of stockings appeal to different fetishists; fishnets, stay-ups, seamed, rienforced heel/toe and seamless ones all have their enthusiasts.
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 […]
How To Be A Good Slave
Being a good slave is not easy. Even the best ones slip up sometimes and make mistakes – sometimes intentionally. For the first – and last – time, here are my ten slave commandments. They need to be followed if you ever want to be a good slave yourself. 1. Understand that your Goddess is always right. She should never be questioned or contradicted in any way. 2. A good slave should be available to serve at all times, even when his Goddess is asleep. 3. All of your disposable income should be available for your Goddess to use in whichever way She sees fit. 4. Never – ever – complain. Just shut up and just serve, serve, serve. 5. Always do more for your Goddess than what is expected of you. This might impress Her enough for you to earn privileges. 6. Always listen closely to details and never get important facts wrong. 7.Worship your goddess and realise how lucky you are to be near such a unique creature. 8.Never make demands on your Goddess. Anything you receive from Her is a gift. 9.A good slave never shows any signs of free will. 10.Never threaten your Goddess with the termination of your worship. This is the worst of all possible slave-crimes. As a natural switch I occasionally enjoy playing around with the role of a passive sub instead of my preferred domme status. When I slid down onto my knees and assumed a classic sub pose I was always […]
Going topless is taboo in many places. The countries that I’ve lived in have all had cultural differences about toplessness in general. My own reactions to it have changed over the years. After growing up in England I lived with the double standards of modesty and provocation. A tabloid newspaper can criticise a TV programme for showing a scene with a topless actress after 9.00 p.m. while – at the same time – printing a picture of a topless girl on Page 3. In England, young women – when they are in changing rooms – usually hide their breasts from each other so they can’t be seen easily. Many of those same women have no problem baring their breasts at passers-by in the street after they’ve been binge drinking for hours. When I lived in France, I experienced instant culture shock when I watched TV ads for shower gel and deodorant. Back home there were strict rules against topless scenes in commercials. So, in Paris, when the camera didn’t cut away before the nipples appeared I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t know what to think either when I stood in front of a huge billboard on the Metro platform. I remember an Evian campaign featured numerous topless women; it was intriguing but not without a little hint of sexism. I’d think differently if I saw it now, of course. When I went to their municipal swimming baths I found the communal showers placed so close to the pool-side […]
Tickle Torture (Tickle Fetish)
This photo-set was shot by a tickle fetish expert. It was my first set based on this kink and I’d been anticipating it for weeks before it finally happened. I have very sensitive feet so the excitement built up for days beforehand. My objective was to produce a set that captured all of my natural and unrehearsed reactions to the random, unexpected tickles on the soles of my feet. Posing for photo-shoots usually means smiling and pouting in a practised way. This time, the value of the images would rest in my spontaneous responses captured in the moment. They might not be my prettiest looks but the honesty of my laughter would make the point. I arrived at the photographer’s studio and I showed him my extensive collection of stockings. We’d agreed that the right pair would be an important part of the success of the set. He explained his ideas for the scenario which included sitting me on a hard office chair, tying my ankles to a horizontal metal bar and placing a blindfold on me. When we began, the reality of the ankle restraint became clear. He used his skilled hand first and the delicious tension in the pauses between his abrupt tickles reminded me of being spanked. When it got too much I told him to stop. Then, unknown to me, he began to use his “secret tickling implements” and, because of the blindfold, I had no idea what they might be. Even with his skills, I […]
Lingerie on the Beach
I wore lingerie on the beach at Barcelona instead of a bikini and, as I posed for the photographer, the sand was cool on my pale belly. As an authentic redhead, it’s hard for me to spend any serious time on the beach in the summer so I took my chance in January and chose my outfit with that in mind. I love mismatched lingerie so I made sure that I made an impression with my transparent polka-dot bra, tight black boy-shorts, hold-up stockings and high heels. The image of those heels digging into the sand – as I walked along the beach – stuck in my mind as the photographer did his work. As I lay there, the sun became too bright for my green eyes and I had to cover my face with my warm, red hair. It seemed obvious to play with this idea by using the blindfold from Le Boudoir that I had in my bag for emergencies. Even though knew that there were nude sunbathers a little further up the beach, I felt more conscious of them under the lace blindfold than if I could’ve seen where they were looking. I suspected that some of them might be photographing our shoot for their own benefit but I didn’t really care. I just posed and felt safe and reassured that I was warm, dry and that the cool waves washed up way behind me where they couldn’t reach. Instead, the cold water crept up and shocked […]