Dressing for Pleasure
There’s an irony in dressing for pleasure.
Yes, there was clothing store in Upper Mont Claire NJ that went by the name. The proprietress was an old school Dominatrice known as Constance, a woman I never knew or had the pleasure of meeting unfortunately. She obviously understood the multi faceted purpose of fetish apparel. Her store, like the few left out there to walk into and browse in, was full of items for both slaves and dominants. Frilly panties, high heels, leather, rubber, silky stockings, items you could touch and smell to entice you to buy rather than merely click on for purchase.
How is it that clothing establishes and exploits the respective roles in a D/s relationship to irony?
One may begin to formulate an answer by considering how fetish attire renders a woman the more formidable opponent in the conquest for true superiority and how the look of the male in feminine accoutrements relegates and properly situates him according to his weaknesses for it. Consider the hypnotic quality of the garment or item itself- the sensations it produces on the skin that stimulate the mind to submit the will to it and/or to the person wearing it. Factor in too that when a male is crossdressed it doubles as a form of restraint. As a shemale, the slave is entranced and is psychologically incapacitated. The shemale slutslave is enslaved by the attire. The same occurs when viewing a woman dressed to kill – the hardcore rubber domme or the femme fatale. Karin Von Croft doesn’t wear anything but boots and cap, exploiting tease and denial to the hilt. Obviously it’s not only what one wears (or doesn’t), but how you experience the power (or loss of it) that matters most.
Power tripping is thus achieved aesthetically as well as mentally where fetish attire is concerned. Whether the talisman of your desires is represented in a singular item or a combination, whether it is to be worn by the dominant regally or the submissive dejectedly, the power in dressing designates incompetence in the lesser and reverence to the superior. The paradoxical nature of this power cannot be underestimated or taken for granted.
All CD’s , TG’s, shemales and masochists and dominants respectively ascribe to the irresistible qualities of fetish attire that engender its power of transformation. Clearly this is an indication of the mystification surrounding the power of dressing for pleasure and control. Those slaves who have come to terms with that fact readily make a necessity of obtaining the item and worshipping it and the person in it. They may purchase items for the One they serve or they will make a habit of adoring themselves while wearing it in autogynephilic haze.
Of course the more hardcore shemales have cum clean and have implants for this purpose- the sense of permanence which staggers the mind of the day tripping CD or slutslave. “If only I could have a real set ” they muse, dreaming of themselves as a fully enslaved chastity maid or a cockwhore at the glory hole.
But let us not exclude the key element to these slavish, furtive wishes for it is the dominant who orders the surgery performed! For some in My audience this is THE crucial aspect of dressing for pleasure- HUMILIATION.
It is a fine sadomasochistic art- as devious a contraption made of rope that any bondage master can conceive. I revel in the irony of dressing for pleasure and the ensnaring humiliation and I do believe it equates My skills with that of a Midori in this respect. They signify creativity and insight spawned from a true visionary- a rare quality generated from personal growth and varied experience with the altered, damaged, or purposefully ruined male psyche.
So, knowledge being power, I am more than equipped to dispel this evil genius where slaves enfemme are concerned. It’s good clean fun to lose your masculinity and you want that. Don’t you? If you did not, you would experience the obliteration of your perverted protective secret world and then where would you be?
Like it or not, I am a part of that world now. I have you figured you out. Enjoy the freedom I provide in that I am in charge and that you have allowed it because you won’t admit it. And you prefer it – to be enleashed that is- to be your true self- either by the pussy balls or the collar. But at what price freedom My tormented darlings? Proxy control certainly has its limitations. What the price tag reads depends on your abilities to cum clean and admit it and the value you place on it- for if ignorance is bliss, then your bird in My hand is worth two as a bush.
Bend over now girly slaves with reverence to the Goddess and in My honor, at the very least, admit THAT fact.
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First, Constance and DFP are stil very much with us. http://www.dfp.com/
She throws the most delicious parties and shows a full understanding of what it is that a sissy needs.
Second, while I fit the stereotype you describe, of the alpha by false light, sissy by reality pansy/femme, I think you miss one key point. The limitation is not on the ability to admit that I belong imprisoned in perfumed bondage, a toy awaiting the use of my many superiors, but solely on the limitations imposed by remote control.
One of the best I have read so far. The whole thing was well thought of and correctly written down. The best of luck in all your endeavors.
I didn’t quite get the point this at first. But when I read it a fourth time, it all became clear. Thanks for the insight. Definitely something to twirl in my mind.
Yes we need to more than once! Multiple anything, partners, orgasms- is always more fulfilling!