Delicious fetishes

THIS OBSCURE OBJECT OF DESIRE

Be my worshiper! - Crystallization ofu detail

Stockings, gloves, scarves, pumps and lacy panties... There are those "eternally feminine" accessories, your eternal sources of fantasy since... since when, already? Childhood? Your first stirrings?
Then there are those materials - leather, fur, nylon, silk and mohair - whose touch delights and electrifies you, or bare skin, a fragrant armpit, a fleshy earlobe, a whole forbidden continent between the strap of a guêpière and the collar of a blouse, or that great classic, but so unique when it comes to her desire: pretty feet. Perfectly arched, clean or boot-leather perfumed, unadorned or sublimated in nylon, in ballet flats or vertiginous heels, red-painted toes, dangling there under your nose, inviting your tongue to honor them,
Yes,
but not just yet.
It's essential to touch with your eyes first. A fetish is best enjoyed sprinkled with frustration, isn't it?

Good to know:

  • Rare fetishes interest me: mummification in newspaper, watches, balloons and inflatable animals/looners, hair, buns...
  • Don't I own what you're obsessed with? Bring it or give it to me.
  • I don't wear latex or vinyl. Do you have a fetish for these materials? It's best to contact a Mistress who is too.

Why do we love what we love?

This question has interested me since my early days in the BDSM world, and even more so as a professional Domina. During sessions, I choreograph fantasies that may be foreign to me, but which excite me when they excite my visitors. I also like to ask them where their sometimes exclusive taste for this or that comes from.
Most don't know, or don't really know; some don't care, others are ashamed.
Some evoked not-so-innocent childhood games like tickling, others an eroticized object: their mother's slippers, the legs crossed under their teacher's desk... often a French teacher!
Some have told me about a disturbance they experienced when reading a text, others when they saw a photo or a scene from a film (a man tied to the mast of a pirate ship, a captive being whipped...), inaugural scenes linked to their discovery of sexuality.
A reminder of the extraordinary and comforting relativity of desire: as one person's undesirable is another's highly desirable, everyone will always be someone's type.
In other words, I'm moved and enriched by fetishists' confidences. Because understanding the secret workings of desire is my own little obsession.

Taking fetishism a step further?