Beauty products do not make you beautiful. In actual fact, they do the opposite. In my opinion, they make you become reliant upon them. It is only when you wear them that you feel beautiful. This state of affairs can hardly be called empowering. I have worn makeup since I was thirteen years old. I suffered from the combination of pale skin and acne. I became obsessive about covering my face up. I used: foundation, concealer, powder, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and lipgloss. I recall that I hated seeing my face without makeup on. I could barely look at myself in the mirror. I felt ugly.
The freckle fetish is an essential kink for individuals who appreciate the effect that decorative imperfections have when seen on very pale skin. The patterns that freckles make on the face lead the fetishist to speculate about how complex they might be on the rest of the body and the thought of that nakedness becomes less about the exposure of the figure than finding the answer to that puzzle.
The frequency of freckles, their size, depth of colour and density complicate the surface of the skin, emphasising movement, tautness and curve in an easy, organic way that seduces the eye almost subliminally. The longer a fetishist can look at and enjoy a heavily freckled individual, the deeper the visual delirium becomes for them. In varied lighting, against a variety of backgrounds and with a selective use of colour where clothing is concerned-the endless capacity of freckles to add interest to any area of revealed skin shouldn’t be underestimated.
Freckles have become so closely associated with redheads that they have become a vital third part of a multiple fetish. Red hair and white skin would be significant enough on their own terms but with the random, organic patterning of pigment to visually bind them together, the continued power of this fetish becomes clear.
Fetishism without Photoshop
It can take a lot of hard work to create a photo. A professional photo-shoot requires the skills of the model, the photographer, stylists, hairdressers and make-up artists. Then, afterwards, it’s taken for granted that the expertise of the retouchers will be needed to add more layers. I direct myself during my own sessions and I’d prefer to avoid adding those extra layers if I can help it. My intention is to reflect reality instead.
Stripping Down to my Naked Face – No Make-Up Selfies
Although I don’t own a TV myself, I still watch a fair amount of trash on YouTube after a long day’s work. One programme that I enjoy in particular is ‘Britain and Ireland’s Next Top Model’. I love discovering their modelling tips and tricks, because posing in front of a camera has been a huge part of my life for the last ten years. Each week, the programme features different themed photoshoots; the least successful model gets sent home. At the beginning of the competition, there is an obligatory ‘no make-up photo shoot’. For the models, the reality of having to scrub their faces clean is always traumatic, to the point where many of them end up in tears. For them, make-up is their armour and they feel naked and vulnerable without it. Interestingly, taking their make-up off made them feel more exposed than actually taking their clothes off. I find the whole thing amusing. However, I must admit that there was a time when I would have empathised completely with their fear of going barefaced. I started wearing make-up at my Catholic high school. Although the nuns were strict, fortunately they never made me wash it off. Thanks be to God. Back then, I was obsessed with covering my face as much as possible. I absolutely hated my translucent white skin with its freckles, and especially when it became red during PE lessons. I used as much base as possible to hide my complexion: foundation, concealer and powder. I […]
Venus O’Hara’s Official Calendar 2015
Most official calendars require a lot of preparation and although mine was no different (I stayed up until 6am to finish it), there was no stylist, make-up artist, hairdresser and most importantly, no post production. We live in an era of fake imagery from operated bodies that are later photoshopped to oblivion, but I think that perfection is anti-fetish, simply because it isn’t real. I’ve been producing my own official calendars since 2010 and I was looking for a theme for 2015 and after some hesitation it became obvious that it just had to be another calendar of selfies, seeing as I have taken almost ten thousand selfies this year so far. If you follow me on Twitter you will know that I publish an erotic selfie every morning, but to get that one single image, it often takes time and I inevitably end up with lots of outtakes. So I’ve decided to put some of those unpublished images to good use and include them in my calendar with my most popular hashtags on social media. Although I never photoshop my images, I often use some sort of filter, however, for this calendar I’ve decided to go completely natural. I hope you like it! [optin-monster-shortcode id=”upn4k7ncnf-post”] #NoMakeUpSelfie They say that the beginning of a new year gives us the opportunity to make a fresh start. #SexToyTester As part of the review process that I go through after I’ve received a new box of sex toys to test, I never forget […]
My Slave’s Make-up Fetish
My slave likes to watch me on Skype as I go through the ritual of applying my make-up. It is a strange and exciting sensation to have someone analysing every little thing I do to decorate my face. His attention does not just focus my technique, however. Having his adoring eyes on me is the kind of pressure that really turns me on. It turns him on as well. His frequent suggestions and compliments prove it to me over and over again. My slave goes quiet when I’m defining my eyes with black liner. It is the cool precision involved in getting it just right that obsesses him. He is waiting for a mistake to be made. That is what he wants from me. It is like watching an artist who has to pause in their work to fix a flaw. Perfection is fine but random chance is better. Watching me make a correction, and getting impatient while I am doing it, always makes him sigh. When I outline my lips he breathes more heavily. I can hear his arousal from the speaker in my laptop. Sometimes I tease him with the creation of my Cupid’s bow. I delay it as much as I can. He can hardly stand the tension. I notice the anxiety creeping into his whispered words of praise. Then, it is time to finish and I press my lips together before blowing him a little kiss. I ask him how I look. He sags into his chair […]
According to most celebrity lifestyle magazines the side boob is the new cleavage. There’s nothing like it when it comes to the provocative display of as much bust as possible in front of obliging photographers. This view of the braless breast, seen from the side, is now big news thanks to the trend for backless dresses, cut-away tops and almost non-existent vests among celebrities. Its surging popularity continues regardless of whether it happens accidentally or deliberately. Sideboobs – usually seen under loose-fitting clothing – are subtler than a more obvious flash of a deep cleavage. Unlike cleavages, which can be artificially improved by push-up bras, side boobs are honest about the physical charms of their owners and only the pertest breasts can carry off the style successfully. The real art of the sideboob is to create a great one without showing even a hint of an exposed nipple even though a tiny indication of the outline or shape of one improves the success of the fetish spectacle enormously. When I saw this top in a shop window I realised, at once, that it was perfect for a side boob photo-shoot. It’s fetish potential was unavoidable so I had to buy it. The preparation I put in prior to the session had to be meticulous but it turned out to be serious fun as well. For instance, I wore a bra up until the first shot was about to be taken so that I’d have some fresh elastic compression lines on […]
My Love for Red Lingerie – Venus O’Hara
Normally, red lingerie is perceived as being really tacky. It’s associated with harlots, cheesy Valentine’s Day lingerie sets and Mother Christmas outfits. As I adjusted the fit of the red lingerie and smoothed my breasts into a killer cleavage, I thought about how much I loved this bra, not just because it fits me so well but for the fact it’s elegant and avoids the tackiness of other “red” underwear. The worst of all are those pieces thrown together out of shiny, unflatteringly cheap fabric. They’re more like a nasty orange colour than real red. After the bra’s front-fastening was opened, my freckled nudity almost merged into the white wall behind me. I’m conscious of the fetish potential of my red hair, white skin and green eyes-this shoot made me more aware of it than ever. The rich red motif was extended from the bra to include my glistening lipstick, red fingernails and the ripe strawberries that passed for succulent nipples. When those reds emphasised my eyes, blazing in the middle of my blowing hair-the image was almost complete. As I took the red tip of the fruit between my glossy lips and slowly sucked-I knew it was perfect. I love the effect of red on my skin and I always will. [nggallery id=3] Photos by Yuky.
Fur Fetish on The Beach
Even for a fur fetishist like me, it seems unthinkable that I wore furs on the beach in January, especially when I feel the heat now, against my naked skin, in July. It’s easy to imagine furs in winter but, in Barcelona, it’s sunny even on cold days and instead of taking an umbrella in your handbag you’re more likely to take a pair of sunglasses instead. People always stare at me on the beach because my skin is so white and my red hair reflects the bright sunlight. Instead of an all-over tan I just get more freckles. I felt their eyes on me when I opened the fur coat. That feeling got worse when I removed my skirt to reveal tight fitting, hold-up stockings and my discount heels. It was impossible to walk elegantly on the sand with them on. When I got used to the temperature, it was time to take off the fur coat and reveal my mismatched underwear-black cotton boy-shorts and a retro, polka-dot bra. It’s always more provocative to wear lingerie on the beach instead of a bikini. Although I was wearing more clothes, I felt more exposed than if I was walking around naked. People expect to see naturists standing in the distance but are shocked to see someone wearing stockings it seems. [nggallery id=15] Photography by YUKY
The Growth of Long Hair Fetish
The long hair fetish is particularly important to those who associate it with a woman’s animal nature, with the unruliness of female sexuality. Trichophilia or hair fetishism is a paraphilia in which the subject of the fetish becomes sexually stimulated in the presence of, or is compelled by, human hair. It is most commonly head hair that becomes the preferred object of this fetish. Arousal may occur from images of long hair or by watching or touching very long hair, hair cutting, long fringes, red hair, wet hair or new hairstyling techniques that exploit its potential. Long hair fetishism seems to be very common, since there are a great many web sites and forums devoted to it. These interest groups are based in numerous countries which indicates the global reach of this kink. Scientific studies have established that long hair has played a vital role in any animal species’ natural selection. Long, thick and healthy hair is frequently a sign of fertility, youth and represents unavoidable reproductive value. As human hair grows slowly, long hair is visual proof of several years of a person’s health, status and fitness. Hair length has, over time, become firmly associated with female attractiveness by men as well as women. I’ve always had long hair and I love it, especially now that it’s nipple length and so versatile as a fetish material to adapt use and enhance features such as my neck, shoulders and face. When I’m deep in thought, weighing up options or just […]
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.
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
Behind Bars – Cage Fetish
When an exotic creature is kept imprisoned behind bars it is the interested spectators inability to look away from it that determines the length of its confinement. There is dreadful pleasure in seeing a beautiful beast trapped in a cage; some imported animals are powerful and dangerous and we need to be protected from their unusual powers as we become voyeurs.When it’s a fetish model gripping those bars and looking back at us our pulses quicken with a presence that is awe-inspiring and sublime.The goddess in a cage reminds us of that part of ourselves that we are urged to keep under lock and key except when it’s safe not to. I had no real intention of shooting an impromptu set of images on that day until I saw the metal bars in the grounds of my friends home. I pictured myself as a prisoner of sensual conscience kept isolated from the vanilla public for their own protection but inspiring awe and devotion in growing rows of visitors to my fetish cell. If you look closely, between the bars, you’ll find me staring back. So, look away; I dare you. Photos taken by Lars Koudal. Lars has also been helping me with my web and he’s been fantastic. Enjoy the set! Venus O’Hara
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
Naked Face – Going without Make-up
I feel more naked if my face is seen without make-up than when I have no clothes on. It’s so natural for me to get made-up in the morning that it just seems like part of waking up and accepting the realities of adulthood. When I was younger I learnt the importance of finessing my face, enhancing its riches and distracting unwelcome attention from what I imagined were imperfections. When my face is naked now, I remember what it felt like to be less than an adult; vulnerable, unsure, unfinished. Naked-face fetishists adore that combination of self-consciousness and disclosure that only an absence of make-up allows. Every young woman has a fleeting moment when she is as beautiful as she will ever be and every day that passes subsequently becomes a pursuit of that ideal. Men who adore the naked-face fetish see that perfect moment held and flaunted every time the eyeliner and lipstick is left in its drawer. I was told recently that my untouched face was pure bliss. The fetishist explained that my random gatherings of freckles and naturally pink lips were essential. My white skin with its star-fields of unpredictable pigment needed to be seen he said. There were many men who dreamed of the arousing potential inherent in my washed and scrubbed face and would be only too pleased to tell me so, he concluded. I looked into his expressive eyes and I knew it was true. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photos by www.sebasromero.com