Showing posts with label Connection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Connection. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Fashion and fetish





Some time ago I made this article for a Portuguese magazine where I was asked to write about bdsm to the general public


Some adjustments were made in terms of the translation to fit this audience and complement it a bit



And now, a bit of history



The term fetish was born for the word "feitiço" (witchcraft in English)


It is something that binds and dazzles the human mind, thanks to the supernatural powers that it holds



There are those who are immune to its charms, but no one is indifferent to the impact they have over those that submit to them



The power that fetish holds over people is diverse and relative, that go from despise and complete ignorance up to the full dependency on it


One of the biggest engines of fetish is fashion, that dream making machine that works transforming images, colors and bodies into something that appeals to the buying of items that have little practical usage for our day-to-day life



The term fashion can be applied to many things, such as clothing, shoes, make-up, furniture, amongst so many things, being divided by styles and epochs by many historians


It can be used in the most generic sense as the description of the pattern that gave it origin ("it is fashion to hear hats") as the prevalent pattern in a given moment in time ("it is the fashion")




Fashion and fetish have always been connected, being one the most presentable and socially accepted face of the other


Only when the object becomes something connected to sexuality does it stop being in society's good graces and becomes a perversion




I give out a simple example that will make it easy to connect both terms



Let us imagine a pair of red shoes


They are born from the imagination of a stylist from Prada


They are drawn red, with round lines and high heel as high as possibly usable by a human being


They are not drawn for it's practicality on the work environment, but as an object that belong in this season's catalog, for one specific theme



Within this theme, a scenery is made where this object is presented


A model and personality selected that fit in the mind of the stylist that thought of it



And the parade begins




Hundreds of flashes and cameras light up the set



Scene, model and shoes become one and the dream is born




A woman sees them on a magazine cover



She sees the ensemble and imagines the moment recorded in the photo


Walking through the sterile passerelle, watched by a million eyes




Many people would be afraid of that moment, of facing the world capable of undressing them with a single look


But the one playing the part stands firm on her own two feet, projecting confidence, along with the idea that was on the mind of the one that drew it, presented on the empty canvas, as requested


A woman in control, indifferent to those who look at her and desired because of it



A connection is made between the woman that parades and the woman that sees the photo as the desire to become one is planted in fertile land


And for that to happen a dress is needed or, if little money is left to buy it, then at least a pair of shoes



She knows that the shoes are expensive and out of reach of all the rest


Nevertheless if she saves enough over a couple of months they can be hers and that ethereal connection to the picture will be a physical one with the possession of the object


With the correct amount of money in her matching bag, she heads off to the boutique


Sitting on a velvet chair, she awaits for her desire to brought


A man leans down, holding a small paper box


From within, softly wrapped in silky paper comes a pair of red shoes


She feels the subtle smell emanating from the set and in that moment she knows they will be hers


Two hands place the shoe on her feet and the extasy of that relationship hits her mind



She raises herself and walks on them


Her walk changed as she placed them on as the posture of her entire body had to adapt for her to be able to wear it



A veil was placed with a pair of shoes


The dream became reality
 


Many eyes will lower themselves to admire her shoes and they will identify them as present in the same photo that she saw



The desire that those strange eyes set on the photo will now stumble upon her every time she wears them



That power of attraction is hers now




Up to this point we are within what the world of fashion offers




The dark side begins when that same image is taken to the other extreme


The same velvet chair, but a naked body sits on in


An equally naked man puts that same shoe on her feet, sexually aroused as he does it


She knows the power those shoes hold over that who submits


And power given by him to the shoes are now for her use and abuse



And that means that he is hers now


He will do anything she wants in exchange for her to become the user of the shoes of his fantasy




And she enjoys feeling that power


The power to put men under her feet...


Literally



Everyone of us ends up, one way or another, to give power to objects and create our own fetishes, being those sexual or not


That pair of sneakers used to beat the track record


The gold wire with the coin for luck


The special pen to write the contract of a lifetime.



There are those who don't enjoy this kind of pagan practice that people exhibit



Nevertheless, we all need something to hold on to in our moment of need or something to motivate us in playing a specific part, born from something we saw or experienced in our past that has marked us permanently



In this world full of rights and wrongs, we should have the freedom to be what we want


If you like to wear red high heel shoes, to dress up in leather pants, to wear a chain on your neck or a cowboy hat in your head it does not matter, as long as that object does not stand in the way of what you want to do



But always remember the distinction between living and living dependent of something



To do sex with a cowboy hat may be fun as a gimmick, but to only do it with the cowboy hat can limit you in more ways than you can imagine



To be free means to have options, so don't limit yourself




Because the most important thing is to live


And be happy







Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Freedom in Bondage


A long time ago when I designed my profile on recon I did a series of photos that illustrated how I saw the work I do with my slaves

Those pictures form a story that I call "Freedom in Bondage"

Although I find it to be nothing more than a children's tale it nevertheless has its appeal

I offer this tale as a gift to my former slaves who have seen those pictures but did not fully grasp its contents

To those that were once touched by my hands and my teachings and have opened your wings to fly away may this guide you to go further

To those who have yet to taste the cold steel and the rugged leather that binds hands and feet, may this serve as an encouragement to find in yourselves the strength to take their first steps into this world

To those that require my teachings, come


My story for you



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Freedom in Bondage - The Illustrated Tale


Running to your job trying not to be late

Another day begins

In a costume you do not like, doing the things you hate to do, you surrender yourself to one more day in your life

Live binds you tightly and fills your life with mundane tasks that provide you with little or no satisfaction

You feel something is not right

You seek more

You seek to live... but not the tale you live everyday

The story you seek hides in a dark place inside your heart

It beats quickly when you feel its taste

It has a strong bitter flavor that heats your body until you can take no more, only to seek it again and again, each time wanting it harder and longer

Each time you are about to do it you think to yourself

Can I take this path
Will I find satisfaction in it
Will I be able to return


Questions and doubts lock you in place

But your desires stare at you, tempting you to a place where you will be lost




You seek something hold on to Some place where you can be safe

Someone that can hold you tight and not let you go

This path is written down


Waiting for you to pick it up and surrender yourself to it





You cannot deny yourself no more


You return home after your work

It is empty of content

Cold

It freezes your heart

Only shadows keep you company



You leave the costume you wore and the role you played with it

You prepare yourself for another part dressing something practical for its purpose


You close the door behind you

You roam the streets to your destination in search of someone to take you


You are not going randomly

You know His location


Was it your choice or was it His choice

It does not matter



Two paths cross

The time to submit is here

To Him


Your Master




The first steps are always hard

There is much to shed


Your feet feel like those of a statue

Cast into stone

Unable to move





A hand breaks the spell that you are in

It guides you to the path you wish to find


Freedom



Nothing comes without effort but this is what you want


And you take it
 
Eagerly

Obediently



To become a slave

His slave





Let your lungs breathe to its full extent

Let your body sweat

Let your senses be stimulated until all is lost and you are found again



The time has come to set your sail to the open air, to let it fly with pride






It is the time to live


And be free