The catsuit, in the world of fetish-wear, is a garment that has always been around. I’ve always wanted one but I’m fussy and I waited until I found the perfect one for me. I chose this one because it had an amazing wet-look image. Latex would have been a lot trouble to put on and pose in.

I was really excited about wearing the catsuit and when it arrived. I just couldn’t wait to put it on. I found out straight away that I couldn’t wear anything underneath it because it would show up in photos. I turned this disadvantage into an advantage and enjoyed my nakedness inside the tight, black catsuit even more. I knew that there would be no VPL and that my hard nipples would poke through the fabric. I got more excited when I realised that to everyone else I was fully covered in my reflective suit and shining high-heels. When I was dressed up, all I could really feel was my absence of underwear and the texture of the catsuit clinging to me like a perfect second skin.

When I was posing on the balcony, I looked around. Then, I looked down into the streets filled with ordinary people and small cars. It seemed as though I was in a private fetish world all my own and not a part of the everyday scene below. The normal world carried on without me. Occasionally, someone would look up when they saw a flash, notice me and seem confused. Sometimes I would hear a car horn. The whole situation was surprisingly horny. It added more to the shoot than I can explain.

When I saw the results of the session I still wondered what those people thought when they saw me up on that balcony, wearing my first catsuit.

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Photography by Guy Moberly.

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Does my bum look big in this? That’s what most women ask their partner or their friends when they’re out shopping and trying on a pair of jeans or a skirt. I’m the opposite, however. If my bum doesn’t look big in those clothes then they go right back on the shelf.

There are breast men, leg men and men who like a fine bottom. They like it even more when it’s displayed to its full potential. That’s why Beyonce, Jennifer Lopez and Kylie Minogue have found a special place in the heart of bum fans.

I don’t get the tabloid media’s obsession with Pippa Middleton’s bum at all. After the recent Royal wedding and the focus on Pippa’s rear end I was confused. I didn’t see a rear end on her at all. It was even more mysterious when women went on strange diets and started weird exercise progammes to be just like Pippa. It was a hard sell and it seemed to work. For me, the skinny bum syndrome is something that happens when you lose weight too quickly or do too much exercise. It’s always something to be avoided. Whenever it happens to me I know it’s time to stop and eat some cake.

I’m very fussy when it comes to buying panties. They have to be a good fit and be flattering to my bum. The bigger they make it look, the better. When I found these crotchless lace panties, I knew that they could have been designed with my derriere in mind. When I received them and tried them on I found out they might as well have been.

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Photography by Andrew O’Hara.

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After doing so many photo-shoots and meeting so many different make-up artists I’ve picked up many great tips. For this retro glamour set I decided to put some of them to the best possible use. I went against my usual natural look and I felt like trying something different.

When it comes to my long red hair I usually just wash and wear. I never blow-dry. This time, however, I found my curling tongs in my bathroom cupboard and felt it was time to use them. I usually don’t bother with them because it takes so long to get the effect I want. Although my long red hair has its own curl I wanted much more definition to it. It took even more time to achieve this than I’d imagined. As it turned out I enjoyed the process more than I can say.

I’m a lipstick fetishist and I didn’t need much of an excuse to use my favourite colour, MAC Red. I love the glossy vintage look it gives my full lips even though traces of the lipstick seem to end up everywhere. It took a long time to get the perfect outline for my lips but when I did I just couldn’t stop pouting.

To satisfy my fur fetish I wore my favourite fur coat. I drew the soft collar up against my neck so I could feel its fur caressing my skin and have my hair falling onto it and mixing with it.

The next time I go for a vintage fetish look, it will be even better than this. I knew when we shot it that it wasn’t quite perfect but, as with everything else, a little more practise will guarantee that it will be.

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Photography by Guy Moberly

Barcelona Fetish weekend is back this year with the stern intention of being bigger, better and badder this time around. It’s now the biggest fetish event on the Mediterranean and shouldn’t be missed under any circumstances. You know the place but, between us, it’s going to run from 13th-15th April 2012.

Come along with us and join all the kinky events with your head set up for constant fun and games. It really doesn’t matter what your fetish is, you’ll find more than enough to keep you interested and eager. You may well discover a taste for some specialities that you hadn’t even considered before. That’s what Barcelona Fetish Weekend is all about and this one will never let you down in any way that really counts.

PROGRAM OF EVENTS (SUBJECT TO CHANGE)

Friday 13th April – The Main Event, Bondage Bash Venue: EiTwo – C/ MIQUEL TORELLÓ PAGÈS, 5, 08750 Molins de Rei Time: 2300-0500hrs STRICT DRESS CODE

Saturday 14th April – Fetish Cabaret Cocktails and Dinner Venue: Cabaret Berlin – Carrer Bailen 22, 08010 Barcelona Time: 2100 – 0500hrs STRICT DRESS CODE.

Sunday 15th April – Kinky Bus Tour
Venue: Pickup from Hotel Onix Fira, C/ Llançà, 30, 08015 Barcelona Time: 1400-1700hrs DRESS CODE ADVISED BUT NOT OBLIGATORY

I’ve been waiting months for this and I can’t wait!

For more info, visit http://www.barcelonafetishweekend.com/

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Photography by Sebas Romero

I felt the photographer’s flash as it lit my naked breasts and belly. It made me think about exhibitionism as I held the coat open.

I understand exhibitionism in my own way. It isn’t just about flaunting or exposing parts of your body when you’re in public. I know it can be a result of spontaneous need, a psychological compulsion or just too much alcohol mixed with the sudden impulse to be outrageous. What really interests me about exhibitionism is its dual nature. If it’s threatening or anti-social we call it indecent exposure. In a social situation and amongst like-minded people it can be called “flashing” instead.

I’m not really an exhibitionist but I love posing so much that there must be a part of me that wants to share my charms with others. At swinger’s parties or fetish events I’m more of a voyeur. I enjoy the results of other peoples exhibitionism more that indulging my own. At a recent fetish party I stood back and stared as two girls performed on stage. One of them was on a leash and the other was walking her around like a dog. I respected the effort it took to be displayed like that and I enjoyed the response of the audience to a real exhibitionist in action. I’d never want to be that girl on stage.

I was doing a nude photo-shoot recently. It was late and it was cold. During a break between set-ups I started to shiver and looked in the wardrobe behind me for something to wear for a few minutes. I needed something warm to cover my naked body until we started again. This coat was ideal. It was a typical man’s coat. It was long and heavy. When I put it on me I felt like a “flasher”. I opened the coat and heard the photographer’s voice.

“Dont move.” He said, so I didn’t.

The photographer fitted another flash on his camera and got down to business. The next part of the shoot became all about my kind of exhibitionism.

Each of his flashes was matched by one of mine.

Photography by Guy Moberly.

I’m a tea fetishist. That doesn’t really mean that I get turned on by drinking tea or that was what I used to think.

I was born in the U.K. and tea was never seen as being sexy. My idea of tea fetishism is based on the rituals around drinking it in public and the tense formality of tea-time. All of the habits associated with this strange custom, like poking your little finger out when you raise the cup to your lips, turn me on in different ways.

I prefer green tea and I’ve never got any other type in the house. I was surprised and amused recently when I read a report that green tea can do some wonderful things to your sex life. I’d already suspected it but it’s always reassuring to know that I’m right. According to the study the use of green tea over a 10 week period can improve your stamina by as much as 24%.

The University of Washington collected data on 6 different couples. Fifty percent had been offered green tea. The others had not. After the ten weeks were up, the couples who only drank green tea reported back that it had dramatically affected their sex life. As well as being happier and more relaxed they confirmed that they had sex more often and for longer than they’d done for a long time. A direct link between the tea and fertility was outside the scope of the study but it seems that its ability to promote a feeling of tranquility was the key.

Maybe this explains why, after I’ve had my pot of green tea in the morning, I need to lie down with my rabbit. It wasn’t my big sex drive at all, just the tea.

I was only too happy to shoot this set on a convenient balcony. Not only was I able to drink green tea while I posed but I was able to coordinate my beloved gingham blouse with a retro head scarf and glasses. Trying to navigate the teacup to my lipsticked pout with colour matched leather gloves was harder than it looks here.

Boy George once said : “I’d rather have a cup of tea than go to bed with someone – any day.” I prefer to have both and as often as I can.

I did have a lot more to say on this subject but I have to go.

The kettle just boiled and I’m thirsty.

Photography by Guy Moberly.

The nape of the neck is one of the most effective erogenous zones that there is. I’m always surprised by just how intense the variety of sensual pleasures is when my neck gets the attention it deserves.

I don’t just enjoy the caresses on my nape in isolation.When I feel attentive fingers massaging it I just want more and more. That special pleasure I feel is never predictable or ordinary. Sometimes it relaxes my whole body, other times it can wake it up and make me sensitive all over, everywhere.

With a clever combination of soft kisses, warm breath and soft-biting, a lover can bring me even more arousing sensations. If they are experienced, they’ll stop occasionally and rub the nape and drag their fingertips around it. This reminds me that the nape holds a special attraction to Japanese men. They call it Unaji and, in their culture, it was one of the rare parts of a woman’s body that was often uncovered.

A nape fetishist will get just as much pleasure as I do from seeing it worshipped properly. If I lean forward slowly, the stretching alters my enjoyment as well as theirs. If they are observant, they’ll notice the small changes in the surface of my nape. A small rubbing motion, repeated under my earlobe, earns instant goosebumps.

I didn’t want my hair to fall down in thick curls while my neck was being photographed for this set. I found some metal clips to use and, as I fixed my long hair in position, I thought about the Winter weather outside. If I kept my hair up, my neck would feel everything.

And it did.

Photographs by Guy Moberly.

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I can’t wait until Spring so I can sleep naked in bed again. I’ve been having serious withdrawal symptoms from it lately and I can’t stop thinking about it.

It’s really cold here now which makes my need to sleep naked in bed less likely to be satisfied. Just lately, going to bed means changing from my day clothes into my nightwear first. I have to build up the courage to strip down to my bra and panties. Then I put my thick socks on my cold feet. Finally, I pull on mismatched pyjamas, a pink hoodie and wear my huge dressing gown over the top. Sometimes it’s so unbearable to change that I have to leave my pyjamas on a radiator to warm them up before I can put them on.

I wanted to shoot a set where I was naked in bed and surrounded by a circle of warm radiators. Instead of having goose-pimples and shivering I’d enjoy the sensation of crisp, white sheets against my naked, tingling, skin. I wouldn’t need even the protection of one blanket as I rolled around in front of a photographer. I’d be his muse and please his eye and mind with a variety of classical poses.

The shoot happened and I was so into the experience that I covered my face with my hair, became anonymous and flaunted my excited body more and more. After a while, I reached back and clutched the sheets in my fists just as though I was having an orgasm.

It won’t be long until I can do it for real.

Photos by Guy Moberly

When I think about wearing retro lingerie, I always remember the pain it gives you just to get the right look.

Dressing for a retro lingerie shoot takes up more time than any other. This is especially true if there’s a corset involved. I have to remind myself to attach my favourite six-strap suspender belt to my stockings before the corset is laced up because it’s almost impossible to do it afterwards.

I always have a few problems with fitting my own corset no matter how experienced I get with the lacing. At first I didn’t like having to rely on photographers to help me. Then I discovered how much control I had over them when I felt their hands trembling as they laced me up. If I closed my eyes it felt like they were tying me up slowly in a complicated bondage game.

A tight corset always changes the way you walk and move. It doesn’t just correct a bad posture or prevent you from slouching if you sit down. It also encourages you to plan your movements carefully and impose yourself more in a shoot. At that point, you start to feel so confident in your image that you don’t want to go back and wear ordinary clothes again.

That’s how I felt when I chose my retro lingerie for this shoot. I combined retro-seamed stockings and a bullet bra from What Katy Did, my Van Doren six-strap suspender belt from Kiss Me Deadly and my favourite corset from Bibian Blue. Even though I knew my feet wouldn’t be seen in the final images, I still wore a killer pair of high heels so that I’d be totally in character.

Occasionally you can forget the pain of wearing retro lingerie. It’s worth putting up with it though, because when you get it right you’ll never look any less than totally powerful and completely sensual.

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Photography by Guy Moberly

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Feminism has got a bad name over the years for a variety of reasons. Mostly, in our hypersexual culture of eroticised imagery, it commits the cardinal sin of being a little unsexy.

Feminism began as a movement based on the establishment of equality between the sexes. It has gone through many distinct phases since its beginnings and not all of them have been comfortable. At first, feminists wanted to be taken as seriously as men. To achieve their aim, they thought that they had to act just like men. Unfortunately, for some, that meant dressing like them as well.

Thank God for the Spice Girls. The five of them turned up in short skirts and taught us about “girl power”. They were proof that you can wear high heels and still be a feminist.

I defined myself as a feminist until I discovered  Femdom (Female Domination). Femdom usually describes the power structure of a BDSM relationship in which the dominant partner is exclusively female. As a result of her complete authority over her submissive partner, she determines the activities that define their relationship. This includes any and all of the rules and punishments that exist during those sessions.

Feminism, in its early stages, tried to do without femininity and looked down on it to some extent. Femdom doesn’t just accept femininity it takes it to another level. Female charms are emphasised and exploited like sexual weapons. Feminists believe that if you show too much cleavage you’ll never be taken seriously. Femdoms, on the other hand, know that when they flaunt their cleavage they’ll be taken very seriously indeed and so they should.

There are several Femdom utopias like Other World Kingdom (OWK) and Club Pedestal. OWK is set in a 16th century chateau in the Czech Republic. Inside it, a female is always superior to any male creatures who find themselves in her presence. Club Pedestal is a monthly event based in London. The male house slaves take care of everything if you’re a woman. That includes fetching drinks and polishing boots. They will also become furniture for the female customers exclusive use, hence the name Club Pedestal.

There are still nowhere near enough places like this and femdoms might have to fight hard to get more. That could be a problem. The spirit of struggle and protest doesn’t come as naturally to them as it did with feminists. Femdoms don’t understand why they should need to work hard for anything. In their minds they expect superior rights not equal rights. If they did have to lift a perfect painted fingernail to achieve anything they would probably turn to their slave and tell him to do it for them instead.

I know I would.

Photographs by Sebas Romero