Redhead Fetish

The Redhead Fetish has been around for centuries. Russet, ginger or honey-blond, it doesn’t matter how it’s described-this shade maintains its popularity despite the increasing rarity of its appearance in public.The redheaded gene is, as we’re constantly being told, becoming rarer so the real thing is becoming more and more valuable as a resource for enthusiasts.

This isn’t the only reason why they are of such interest to some fetishists. A particular mythology has arisen about redheads-they are said to be temperamental, capricious and more inclined towards the earth than their blonde or brunette sisters. Physically, the combination of their hair colour with naturally pale skin and freckles marks them out from a crowd and, unlike other colourings, red hair is impossible to duplicate with store-bought dyeing kits.

Red hair often gets the wrong type of attention and its owners get singled out and are called names like “carrot-top” or Duracell. At a time when most young women ensure that they are smooth beneath their underwear, the mystique of an exuberant ginger bush is as essential for redhead fetishists as it is uncommon.They think of redheads as exotic creatures who are rare in their erotic potential.

Veil Fetish

Most people imagine that veils are a way of hiding erotic potentials and alluring features but I know, after making this set, that veils can be ultimate fetish. A veil is an article of clothing, worn almost exclusively by women. It is intended to cover some part of the head or face and it is intended to show honour to a specific object or space. The first recorded instance of veiling for women is recorded in an Assyrian legal text from the 13th century, which restricted its use to noble women and forbade prostitutes and common women from adopting it. Ancient Greek texts have also spoken of veiling and seclusion of women being practiced among the Persian elite. Statues from Persepolis depict women both veiled and unveiled, and it seems to be regarded as an attribute of prostitution under their belief system. Sometimes veils would have been used, as an alternative to a mask, as a simple method of hiding the identity of a woman who was traveling to meet a lover, or doing anything she didn’t want other people to find out about. More practically, veils were also sometimes worn to protect the complexion from sun and wind damage (when white skin was fashionable), or to keep dust out of a woman’s face. In Judaism, Christianity and Islam the concept of covering the head is or was associated with propriety. All traditional depictions of the Virgin Mary , the mother of Christ , show her veiled. It was a […]

Lipstick Fetish

The popularity of the lipstick fetish can be explained quite simply; some colours, particularly red, when applied to a woman’s facial lips make a direct imaginative connection between them and the darkened, excited state of her vulva. In Medieval Europe, lipstick was banned by the church and was thought to be used as an “incarnation of Satan”. It gained some popularity in 16th century England during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, who made bright red lips and a stark, white face fashionable. This attitude didn’t last.In the 19th century, lipstick was no longer considered acceptable in Britain. When Queen Victoria took the throne in 1837, she banned lipstick and declared that it was only acceptable for prostitutes.     Lipstick fetishists understand that, thoughtfully applied, this cosmetic weapon makes a woman erotically appealing by accentuating her mouth, whichever colour she chooses. When I go shopping for lipstick I find it very difficult to find my perfect colour. I usually opt for very dark lipliner to outline my cupid’s bow and then I use it to fill in the rest. Then I apply pink lipgloss to achieve the desired, long-lasting effect.   Photography by Lars Koudal. All images are raw.

Love Me Like You Hate Me – Teaser

I recently made my acting debut in the acclaimed short film “Love Me Like You Hate Me”, written and directed by Erika Lust, (Lust Films 2010). It is an arousing exploration of the seductive thrills of domination and the fear and excitement of submission in which I play seven characters. Now, the film has been re-edited, re-scored and re-imagined to further emphasise its unusual ability to disturb and excite with its lurid and fetishistic imagery of domestic servitude, confinement and spanking, gloves fetish, glasses fetish, wet clothes fetish and much more. In its new form it has become an unusually kinetic and intense type of BDSM thriller which restores footage-previously regarded as too intense-of me bound hand and foot and constrained by a ball-gag, to its list of astounding highlights. I’m still shocked at how effective the following teaser is and I can hardly wait to see the more provocative cut of the film when it debuts soon. Photo above by Kristyan Geyr Images TEASER LOVE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME Cargado por lustfilms. – Mira más videos de TV y películas.

Redhead Venus Fetish

Red hair often gets the wrong type of attention. Its rarity often means that many redheads get singled out and are called names like “carrot-top” or Duracell, day after day. When I studied art history I discovered that many painters have shown a fascination with red hair. The Early Renaissance artist Sandro Botticelli’s famous painting The Birth of Venus portrays the mythological goddess Venus as a redhead just like me. I found other painters notable for their redheads including the Pre-Raphaelites, Edmund Leighton, Modigliani and Gustav Klimt. Thank God there are many redhead fetishists and appreciation groups on the web who are loud and active in their praise of this misunderstood and under-appreciated attribute. Photos by Guy Moberly Enjoy!

Poem: Farewell My Siren

FAREWELL MY SIREN (For Venus) The blood red roses have died in the vase, Their long stems wilted, And the thorns blunted That so exquisitely tore your soft, white skin. Vanished for now the delicious lacerations And stilled the erotic trickle Across the buttock’s swell, The sweet dark crimson sap redolent of those blooms. But gone, too, the auburn tresses that crowned Your crystaline curves And adorned your lissome limbs: Your flesh awaits fresh wounds; my scars are sealed ! Christopher Drake Photos by Daniel Bauer www.daniel-bauer.com

Rose Flagellation

A red rose is the very definition of romantic delirium even if its stem is an emblem for potential pain. Flagellation or flogging is the act of methodically beating or whipping (Latin flagellum, “whip”) the human body. Specialised implements for it include rods,switches, the cat o’ nine tails and the sjambok. Typically, flogging is imposed on an unwilling subject as a punishment; however, it can also be submitted to willingly, or performed on oneself, in religious or sadomasochistic contexts. Whips provoke a variety of sensations in the whippee depending on their weight or the material they’re made of. With bare-handed spanking, paddles and canes the force of a potential blow can be modified on a whim; from a subtle caress up to a hard blow. In contrast, there is an absolute minimum speed for striking with a whip and the impact of its blow is dependent upon its velocity and weight. Many dominants have a range of whips for different effects: soft leather and suede reddens the skin, heavy leather can abrade it, rubber and horsehair sting the flesh and ones made of chains are made to caress. The inspiration for this set was a poem called “Farewell My Siren” (For Venus) written for me by Christopher Drake. It’s striking imagery is intensely visual and it depicts a redhead with porcelain white skin who gets whipped by roses. I couldn’t resist organising a photo-set to accompany it. Photography by Daniel Bauer. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara

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