Posts Tagged ‘corset/girdle’
Looking around for “spanked in girdle” on the net doesn’t yield much, I discovered today (when I should have been writing!) except for this amusing video (which lacks something in production value, but at least has nice lingerie!)
I’m finding the Mad Men theme of the upcoming Shadow Lane party very exciting. I have all my outer-wear taken care of. but I am a perfectionist and so I want all my unmentionables to be of the correct vintage as well! (And hey, who knows when your skirts will be flipped up at the party, and everyone in the room will be given a good view of your underclothes?!)
This is what I wish Mr. Defeu would buy for me. Please leave a comment and tell him he should get these for me — if he buys any of them, I’ll post pictures here of me wearing them!
Glamour Shape Wear Black Girdle
Harlow Vintage Peach French Knickers
Harlow Vintage Peach Bullet Bra
Glamour Shape Wear Black Corselette
If you actually want to ensure me wearing these lovely items in a future photoshoot, you could always buy them for me yourself! Here they are in my wish list, which will send them directly to me!
This shot is not just of me, but I think nicely sums up the whole Folsom Experience.
Yes, that’s a guy holding his dick behind my head. No, I have no idea he’s there. (My Master thought this was very funny!) Many guys walk around the fair entirely naked, or wearing just a cock-ring, or nipple rings, or a collar. Not many women do! Happily, most of the naked guys are gay, which means they don’t bother me at all — I think gay men should romp naked in the streets at every possible opportunity! But for some reason, the kinds of straight guys who choose to wander around naked are always the kinds of guys who just come off as a little slimy, the not cool kind of perverts.
Although I must say that this year I didn’t get my ass grabbed when we were in the crowd — people really seemed more polite this year. Folsom gets really crowded — there are parts of the street where it’s just a seething mass of people, with not more than two inches in between them, and all are pushing and shoving to get in their desired direction, which is generally the completely opposite one from the people around them! It’s pure chaos, but as you look around you, people are dressed in leather and latex and schoolgirl outfits and ponygirl gear and uniforms and, well, every fetish there is (including the guys walking around naked) and it’s really an amazing experience.
Anyway, in the shot above, I was just in between taking pictures. Here are a couple of the shots I was taking. Since the “which do you like best post I did last week was so well received, I’ll ask your artistic opinions again, do you like the first one or the second one best?
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I’ve got Victorian spanking stories on the mind. I’ve been re-reading The Pearl, a long-time favorite, and I have to say that, with the exception of Janus magazine (and Blushes and Roue, too, of course!) Victorian erotica is what I will turn to when I want to read something that will get me drenchingly excited.
When I was about 17, I was stuck with my family in a vacation house over the summer. There were no friends around, and the locals my age had no desire to fraternize with a vacationer. So it was just me and my little sister, and we could get tired of each other’s company pretty fast.
But the house my parents had rented was full of bookshelves. So, being the bookwormy geek that I am, I settled down for a summer of reading other people’s books.
And then I found, innocently enough in a shelf with other random paperbacks, A Man with a Maid and that seriously effected the rest of my summer, which was then spent mostly in my room!
I didn’t have any sex toys, so I went looking around the house for some likely insertable, that no one would think was too strange if they found by my bed. Lo and behold, the table knives were these huge utensils, with sleek, rounded handles. They also curved nicely to one end, as if made to seek out a G-spot! So a knife was secreted by my bed, and I figured if Mom found it I could just tell her I’d been having a late-night snack, “And the knife just fell down there — I was wondering where it went! Couldn’t find it for the life of me!” (It would have been soooooo transparent, but happily my mother never found the furtive bed-side table knife!)
After I went off to college, I could more easily lay hands on erotic books (and keep them undiscovered!) so books like Beauty in the Birch, Frank and I and, The Yellow Room. These were read over and over, and cherished, and if I was a guy, the pages would have been sticky! (Although I’ve never fully understood that. What I do is read the story until I get to a fevered pitch, and then put the book down and replay scenes from it in my head whilst I masturbate. I don’t have enough hands to hold the book up, at the same time, and it would be awkward, anyway, which is not something I particularly desire at that very moment!)
While I was looking up my old favorites online, I discovered this one, and am ordering it right away — I had never heard of it before, and I’m so excited just by the title alone: Tales of Fun and Flagellation!
Kaya says, “It’s cunt week.”
And who am I to disagree with her?!
Also, my very bestest fan, Paul, has been quietly agitating for more pictures of me to show up in this blog, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone: a picture of my pink bits to make both Kaya and Paul happy campers! (And hopefully the rest of you will enjoy it, too!)
What a wonderful weekend I’ve had! Play every day! But let me start with Friday night….
Our local dungeon was having a Victorian theme night. Since this is a serious fetish for me, my Master indulged me by agreeing to go (and dress up in a kilt for me! Phwoar!)
So in the evening, I took a bath and shaved off any undesired body hair (that being most of it!) and did my make-up, and got into as much of my period Victorian dress as possible on my own. Which wasn’t much: the chemise, corset (un-tightened), real silk stockings, and boots! When my Master got home, he tightened the corset (the man gets way too much delight from tight-lacing!), put on the petticoat, bustle pad, and then the skirt and bustle, and then finally the beautiful jacket.
For me, getting into this outfit is part of the foreplay, as the authentic period layers are put on me, I can feel myself sinking back in time, to be that modest Victorian lady who didn’t even want to expose her ankles (although half her bust was just fine!), who was helpless and submissive, who lived first under the command of her father, and then her husband. My favorite fantasies are of my skirts getting flipped up, and my virginal self being beaten and then “used vilely.”
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