I went to the Skin Two Expo yesterday. I've never been to a fetish event before (other than a strange fetish party when I was a student when someone was hassling for about an hour me to try nipple clamps. I declined)
But Skin Two Expo was fantastic. I fell in love with most of the clothing there (and a fair few toys) and could easily have spent thousands of pounds.
Eros UK had got some great vinyl dildos. I'd never seen one before but they certainly have more give in them and generally felt good in the hand. The guy who runs the company gave me a toy to review for Cliterati so I can find out if it feels as good elsewhere.
I then bumped into the old Ents manager from my student union. I hadn't seen him for about five years. He's now helping run The Ultimate Leather company - the people who make the gorgeous coat pictured here. Their stuff is more than just fetish. Items like this dress would be just as appropriate to wear to a 'straight' club as to a fetish club. It's now my number one choice of outfit if cliterati gets shortlisted for the Erotic Awards.
By far my favourite - if most painful - part of the day was visiting the Delicious Corsets stand. I've always liked the dea of being Scarlet O' Hara so I figured I'd give one a go. The designer corsets start at about £100 which is just about in the 'affordable as a special treat' range. Unfortunately, they didn't have a 24 inch waist one. The next nearest was 20 inches.
"I'll give it a go anyway." I said.
"Are you sure?" asked the woman on the stand.
"I'll breathe in."
She looked skeptical.
Much strapping and pulling later (yes, I even had a knee in my back at one point.) it was on. My friends were looking on approvingly. I looked in the mirror. Even though she'd been putting me through much pain (and I'm not into that kind of thing) I love the woman who put me into the corset.
I had a 20 inch waist. I would never have thought it was possible. My waist was cinched, my breasts were lifted - I had the classic hourglass figure and then some.
I felt like a gorgeous babe. I felt like breathing was something that I was sure I could get used to doing without if it made me look like this. I can now understand why women in Victorian times fainted so much.
Every woman should have a moment in a corset. It's pure glamour. However, don't think I could spend an evening in one. I don't believe in the 'suffering to be beautiful' thing. And I swear I could feel my internal organs sliding back into position after the corset was removed.
I'm still not sure if they're back in the right place.
Posted by emilyd at October 06, 2002 06:47 PM