Sex isn’t always mind-blowing, and if you only like explosive sex with people that you’re really attracted to, then as a singleton, you can either wait until you find someone who really inspires you (although you might be waiting a long time) or you can masturbate excessively. It can be very frustrating. This is when resorting to a “second class shag” can become tempting. It’s never a good idea to go down to third or forth division…, one has to have some standards! By “second class” I mean someone you like, but perhaps that particular person doesn’t make you go weak at the knees, no matter how drunk you are. For me, the desire for real sex isn’t necessarily synonymous with the desire to explore another body, (I reserve that for my first class encounters). Perhaps I just want to be selfish and it’s in these second division shag situations that I’ve found that bondage is the perfect solution for lazy lovers, as my passive state is justified all of a sudden. Thanks to a couple of knots, it can suddenly seem like a first class shag. Photos by Lourdes Ribas For more Foot Fetish and Bondage photos form this session, see the full set (32 photos) in theMEMBER’S AREA Members | Billing Support
Modern leg fetishism has been with us ever since the end of the Great War. After that, skirts began to rise, revealing the calf and then the knee. Thick unflattering stockings were replaced by silk at the same time. Men became sensitized and drawn to the previously taboo feminine charms that, up until that point, were hidden from their gaze.
Like foot fetishism, leg fetishism relies upon many separate areas of erotic interest contained in one part of the female body. The classic fetishistic male experience is to discover, through voyeurism, the visual attraction of legs from the feet upwards until a skirt imposes a barrier that leads to speculation and tension about the hidden portions.
Knees, and then thighs, are discovered by eyes and hands the closer someone gets to the sexual act itself so the exploration of the leg is an essential ritual that forms part of adolescent courtship and necessary erotic education.
Although denim jeans and tailored trousers have replaced skirts in many ways, young women are still encouraged by the seasonal fashion industry to make the most of their legs. Specific clothing and lingerie, designed to take advantage of their intrinsic fascination for men have become more and more specific, with stockings, long-socks and thigh-high boots adding an increasing variety to the ways in which this fetish can be enjoyed.
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 […]
I was pleased to discover recently that I was the proud owner of four hundred pairs of panties even though I prefer to “Go Commando” whenever the opportunity arises. The origin of the term “Going Commando” is disputed but what isn’t open to question is its meaning and that is getting dressed but leaving your panties behind. I must confess that, for me, there is nothing quite like the sensation of a cool breeze caressing my nakedness and reminding me of my pantiless condition. Each cool stroke is surprising, invigorating and arousing. Letting my lady parts breathe is not just a way to stay stimulated and sensitised either. There is a body of opinion that believes going commando to be a healthier and more natural state of affairs below the waistband. I am not convinced that this is always the case when wearing full-length jeans or trousers because the circulation of air is somewhat restricted and a humid, subtropical, environment might be encouraged. Even under the most ideal of conditions, going commando is not a habit that is entirely free of risk. This is especially true during warm weather when silly, flimsy, skirts are being worn.There is always the threat of a “Seven Year Itch” moment when an awkward up-draft or unexpectedly strong breeze could encourage your skirt to blow upwards before you have an opportunity to press it back down over your obvious nakedness. Someone who is easily shocked, or apt to be turned on, would be left in […]
Cyberslave: My New Short Film
Cyberslave is a short film that tells the story of a struggling dominatrix and her relationship with Slave X. It explores the dynamics of a D/s relationship, Financial Domination, virtual relationships, during the current economic crisis.. …. But who is the slave? This is the first time I have taken to scriptwriting, I hope you enjoy it! I have always questioned the power dynamics in a D/s relationship when there is money involved. I’ve always believed that the person who pays is the one in charge. Especially if the money is used for everyday living costs, and therefore the dominatrix relies on her slaves’ contributions to live. This calls into question who really has the power. In Cyberslave I wanted to explore the how a financial domme tries to maintain control of her slave and herself, despite her total lack of control over her own situation. Written by and Starring Venus O’Hara Directed by Antón González and Vicente González Make-up and Art Direction: Mariam Elazzouzi Produced by La Isla
It was just recently that a good friend made an observation about my fetish for blindfolds. “It seems as though the main reason you wear blindfolds is so that you don’t have to see the men that you sleep with” She said. I agreed that sometimes it was true, but that it wasn’t always that simple. Since that night, I’ve been thinking about blindfolds a lot. When my eyes disappear behind one, it isn’t just my ability to see that’s affected. With my eyes covered, I can immerse myself in a private fantasy world. A simple touch suddenly means so much more. What seems like just a relaxing caress from fingers I can see becomes thrilling and charged with excitement when it involves ones that I can’t. It’s impossible to anticipate their intention or predict their next movement when I’m behind the blindfold. I don’t need to think at all. I can be perfectly selfish and deliciously passive for a change. [nggallery id=62] Photos by Yuky Lutz
Loving Latex and Leather
Latex and leather don’t usually go together. They are completely different fetishistic materials but are just as significant, in their own way, as each other. They have their own distinctive appeal and set of associations. Leather is a natural substance that usually has a matte appearance. Latex is always shiny and requires constant maintenance and touch-ups to keep it that way. It is a manufactured material, designed and produced for its fetishistic value. I began this photo-set wearing latex lingerie supplied to me by Madrubb just for that reason. The form-fitting latex panties were high legged and high-waisted. They did amazing things for my derriere. The cupless latex bra made my breasts look totally different and much fuller. Both items clung closely to my skin. So close, in fact, that if I closed my eyes I could be forgiven for thinking that I was naked in front of the photographer. We had to stop the shoot regularly so that shiner could be applied to the latex to guarantee its glossiness under the lights. This started as an annoying routine and became a satisfying ritual as the pictures went on. I could feel the shiner through the latex. It was cool and made my skin tingle every time it was used. If it had been hotter in the room it would have meant more shiner and more breaks. Inbetween set-ups I had to slip on a leather coat to cover my exposed shoulders and breasts. I stood there, flaunting latex lingerie […]