I’m feeling a bigger and bigger attraction towards the world of TV these days. If you asked me why this is I would have a hard time explaining it. The irony is that I don’t even own a TV. I don’t feel as if I’m missing out on anything and I function perfectly well without gameshows, celebrity gossip or the latest docusoap. Still, the potential for TV to promote and develop Planet Venus can not be ignored. I had anticipated being booked for a TV appearance or two after Interviu magazine featured me on its cover and inside its pages. Despite my efforts to get on TV at that time, I was constantly reminded, by someone who must remain nameless, that it would be much easier for me to be featured if I went out with a footballer or if I got off with Paquirrin. When I thought about it I decided that I was not that desperate. Fortunately, my ambition to have a higher profile on TV is being realised without me having to compromise or do what other people think is necessary to succeed. I was right not to follow their advice. TV is finding me and not the other way round. These pictures were shot a year ago and I have been waiting for an excuse to use them since then. Now I can because I was on TV just last Friday ( May 11th 2012). I appeared in a segment of the programme Callejeros made by […]
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.
I bought this vintage dress because it seemed so innocent. It was almost the thing a puritan might wear to church. That thought passed through my mind when I chose it to wear to the Fashion and Fetish show at The Brandery in Barcelona. When I was waiting for my connection at the metro I was suddenly aware of the lingerie I was wearing beneath it. It would be so easy for a gust of wind to reveal to other commuters just what lay underneath the puritan outerwear. The underwear was a lot different. Some people asked me why I hadn’t gone wearing latex or some other kinky material. What they didn’t realise or could have known was that I had planned my underwear very carefully for its powerful fetish content. My black high heels were obvious, of course. So was a small amount of retro-seamed coffee coloured stocking clinging to each leg. I had chosen the stockings at the same time as the pointed bullet bra that gave my bust such a distinctive outline. They could only have come from What Katie Did. Further up my vintage stockinged legs, the six-strap suspender belt felt tight against my thighs and waist. I knew my derriere was clearly visible through the sheer, black panties. There was no way to hide it if there was an accidental upskirt moment or even a deliberate one. What I really wanted was to recreate the famous poster image from the film “Secretary”. The model is […]
The tights fetish is back where it belongs – on the high street, in the fashion magazines and being flaunted by women of all shapes and sizes. I’m glad the weather is getting cooler so I can enjoy wearing them again myself. As an erotic second skin, tights do two vital things. By defining the form of the female leg, they reveal its arousing contours in perfect detail. At the same time they place a transparent barrier between those contours and the rest of the sensual world. They conceal and reveal at the same time. It was only a few years ago that tights were out of fashion. Now, because of a higher media profile and stunning new patterns they are back. The sight of them always provokes a positive reaction and sometimes so much more than that. When we shot this set, I wanted to display my legs in all their tight-wearing glory. The pair I chose were purple coloured and beautifully patterned. My red hair contrasted perfectly with them and so did the black lace top that I chose. I added a little diamante thong underneath the tights for extra kinky value. To celebrate the tights fetish I played around with shoulder stands and leg poses that made my legs a perfect advertisement for it. Photos by Yuky [nggallery id=32]
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 Braless Can Be Fun
Back in the day-when I was still at university-I was the definition of a poor student and my best friend was the same. We were always on a tight budget and we had to find cheap ways to have as much fun as we could. One day, on a particularly hot and sunny afternoon, we came up with an idea. We raided the first-aid box in the halls of residence and used the cotton wool inside. We rolled it up into tiny balls, placed them on the ends of our nipples and pulled our thin tops over our pert, braless breasts. We flounced around the campus with our exaggerated nipples prominent through the thin material pressing down on them. We began to count the stares we got from strangers staring at our pert nipples. There were so many looks that I lost count. They came from hungry-looking students and starving lecturers alike. I remembered that summer when I prepared for this photo-shoot and saw my breasts in the changing mirror. My apartment was a little cold so my nipples were hard and tingling. I changed into my outfit of high heels, tight black panties and a black, see-through-blouse that was open enough to flash my cleavage. Photos by Yuky.