The Hardest Part About This Blog

Class is not restricted by age.

Class is not restricted by age.

By far the pictures. I often find it difficult to find a picture depicting both elegance and female power. Most of the FemDom photos that can be found are vulgar to say the least. And a fair amount of picture of women in hosiery are of the same context. I need pictures that depict that hosiery is sexy, yes, but I also need pictures that do not make it seem sleazy.

This blog is restricted to the pictures of poise; of confident woman that know how to handle themselves in a manner that exceeds outsider opinions.

This is not something that I will settle on. I will not give in to something that is just okay. I will scavenge for the strong and accurate pictures. These days, we could use more determination in our lives even if we only start with something that may seem small.

I am not afraid to go first. I choose photos of the gentle prowess of the dominant woman and the men who love them.

–Miss Ari ^_^

What Kind of Sexy?

"Compared to others, I make sexy appear effortless. But in truth, everyone else is trying too hard anyway."

“Compared to others, I make sexy appear effortless. But in truth, everyone else is trying too hard anyway.”

In most western societies, young girls are taught that a good girl does not “act sexy”. This seems as if it would be a simple enough concept but things were still a tad confusing for me.

I am sure that I was not alone in wondering why “looking sexy” was so important when you were not allowed to act it. Upon questioning my mother about the topic she laughed softly and said. “Real women don’t act sexy. They ARE sexy.” (My mother was notorious for not explaining what she meant).

Now I was thoroughly confused. Not only was society giving me a double standard, but the person that I went to on order to clear things up, did not use the terminology the same way as mass media did. However, it took a few years before I was able to realize this.

What MaMa was saying, was that sexy is a product of mind frame and behavior. When a woman ACTS in a self loving and confident manner, then she IS sexy. When she has knowledge of how her body effects men, and can still ACT conservative or respectfully, then she IS sexy. This type of sexy is based on respect that can be acquired when a woman can behave a certain way along with her physically attractive features.

Now armed with a conclusion of what she meant, I came to the realization that the “popular sexy” attempted to skip the things that come before sexy. In this way, sexy means being promiscuous and dressing to reveal as much as possible.

Most women, if critiqued, will argue that this second kind of sexy is the only way to get a mans attention. (I always find it humorous when people argue my point for me.)

You see, the second kind of sexy may attract a mans attention, but that is all that it will attract. It will not attract his respect, admiration, or desire to please you. It will only attract a fleeting infatuation that will leave you in the same position that you began with.

It is acceptable to feel that you are sexy, and know that you are sexy, and even to act sexy. In simply depends on what kind of sexy.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Why the Hosiery?

Isn't it clear that I have expectations of you, My dear boy?

Isn’t it clear that I have expectations of you, My dear boy?

“What is the use for hosiery in the FemDom practice? There is nothing on the list of FemDom uses for pantyhose that cannot simply be done with a few purchases from a BDSM site. So why even own a pair?”

These are questions I’ve never been asked, but I’m sure someone has thought of. To many women, the answer is obvious, but for those of you whom are still perplexed, let me explain.

Something happens in the mind of a woman when she suits herself up from head to toe in leather; when she covers with skins that are not her own, when she goes through her toy box for whatever flogger will be her favorite for the evening. Something changes as she transforms herself into the image that she believes to be a dominant woman. Often times she may loose herself completely. She will become a personality that she will immediately toss aside as soon as she sheds herself of the leather corset. It is difficult to see the problem here at first, because there should be nothing wrong with being a dominant woman. She may be completely in control throughout the whole ‘scene’. She will break her slave an remind him to whom he belongs, but when this dominant woman sets down her whip, she has lost all of that. The activities that took place are now in the past and will not reoccur until the leather is back on her body. In essence, this woman is not dominant at all; she is just a really good actress. 

When female domination happens without these things present, then they are not associated with her dominance. Suddenly it was not the paddle in her hand that made her so intimidating; suddenly it was not the crotchless leather pants, or the whip, or the dildo that made her so dominant. It was just her. Every dominant woman needs to be reminded that the things that she thought were essential in order to be a good Domme, were not needed at all. All that was needed was her. 

So why the essential pantyhose, then?

Well, for one it is a confidence booster. But not in the same way as fetish wear is. Unless you are a dominatrix, you would not wear your fetish wear all day long. She would, however, wear hosiery to work or shopping or whatever else she enjoys. She did not have to change what she looks like in order to act like a dominant woman later on in the evening. She COULD have been dominant at any point in the day. She simply chose not to. 

Other than that, hosiery give the illusion of flawlessness. It shows femininity with any ensemble. It shows modesty (even if it is partly satirical). And it shows that she has class and is to be respected. 

If I had it my way, everyone would understand this. But since we all already have an agreement, I just thought I’d explain.

–Miss Ari ^_^

At the Feet of an Angel (a short story)

I found this image a few days ago, and I knew that I had to do something with it.

I found this image a few days ago, and I knew that I had to do something with it.

He knows his place, On his knees at five am

It shouldn’t be long now, The rays of the sun are already peaking up at the horizon

And here she comes, His heart beats fast and his folded hands tremble

He forces his gaze to the ground, But he doesn’t need to see anyway

He knows the image like the back of his hand.

She was short really, but from his point of view, she is tall. Her hair was long and dark, the opposite of her milky complexion. Her clothing was always white, like the angel she was, and it was always off by the time she entered his apartment. She glided through the open sliding glass doors. As soon as the porch was no longer beneath her feet, her long white skirt fell away. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her.

Working the buttons of her blouse with her slender fingers

Morning light poured over her frame, softening the edges of her silhouette

She stepped closer to him, Standing before him, and he was at her feet

He could feel her watching him, His skin sizzled with the desire to see her

To see her long legs encased in the white pantyhose, 

To see the small tuff of black pubic hair hidden beneath the material,

But he knew better than to look. She rubbed the toe of her heel against his hair gently. The heel was made of clear materials, and made it look as if she were walking on the air. He leaned his face over to her foot and kissed it once, then twice. Again and again he kissed her, alternating from one clear high heel to the other. Until he felt her shift.

She lifted her foot and he slid her shoes off, as slowly as she taught him

She stepped away form him and he followed her down the hall, on his hands and knees

She was faster than he was this way, and when he finally caught up he couldn’t help himself

He let his eyes travel over her curvy frame, draped across his couch almost nude

When his eyes met hers she frowned impatiently, and he lowered his gaze feeling ashamed. His Angel only comes when she can, how dare he waist her precious time with his wondering eyes. He knelt by where she lay and she took his head in her hands, gently guiding him downward. She was right, he thought, the sun was almost up and he did not have very much more time

He began at her feet, like he always did.

Using his hands, using his lips

Easing the tension from her skin, pulling the sadness from her core

From her lips escaped soft sighs, each sigh that came out of her went straight into him

They filled him with desire and need and urgency

But all he showed was the gentleness that she had taught him

He planned and planted each kiss on her nylon clad legs

He caressed and massaged her soft flesh

Forever, it seemed, for eternity it felt like, his lips never left her 

Soft sunlight poured in through the window as day broke

His heart felt heavy, as his kisses began to miss

There was nothing that he could do, though, this is just how it was

He stayed at her feet for as long as he could, but it was inevitable

She was fading, but he told himself that she would be back, of course she would

She would return.

He kept kissing until his lips touched the cushion of the couch, and he sighed opening his eyes to find her gone.

He stood, feeling hollow in his own home. Feeling unlike a person, unlike a human, he felt like air.

As air he floated back to the sliding glass doors and found nothing on the floor. Every evidence of her presence was gone now, it almost felt as if she was never there.

But he knew that she was. He could feel it,

And he knew that she would return, he could feel that also.

He could feel that he would once again be where he belonged, at the feet of an Angel.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Ten FemDom Uses for Pantyhose

Would you like to know what the air hostesses like to do when we go on break?

Would you like to know what the air hostesses like to do when we go on break?

I am a big fan of reversible jackets and purses (so convenient) and I am an even bigger fan of hosiery items. As a result I have decided to come up with a list of FemDom activities that can be done with the most versatile clothing item; a pair of pantyhose.

One: Gag

Can you think of anything hotter than a  woman taking off the pantyhose that she is wearing and shoving them into her lovers mouth to keep him quiet? Especially when they smell and taste like her.

Two: Blindfold

This one’s pretty self explanatory. Though, they may not work as well  as a scarf since they are sheer.

Three: Bondage

Pantyhose may seem flimsy but they are actually really hard to get out of. If you tie them right, the harder you pull on them, the tighter they get because of how elastic they behave.

Four: Mask

Humiliation play seems to be quite popular. If you wanted you could pull a pair of pantyhose over his head. But if you’re like me, you wont be able to look at his face without giggling ^_^

Five: Sensation play

The smooth feel of nylon is a large part of the hosiery fetish. they feel nice when you wear them like gloves and touch his…

Six: Foot Worship

Nylon makes even the most normal feet look exquisite and exotic. Who wouldn’t want to worship that?

Seven: Tease

Our Saturday mornings are fun. On one hand, my entire lower body is covered in fabric as i lounge on the couch. You do not get the pleasure  of seeing me nude. But on the other hand, the fabric is delightfully sheer. You can see just enough to drive you mad with lust.

Eight: Denial

Thigh highs and unders mean sex. Pantyhose mean I just want to play. Don’t you just love my nylon fetish?

Nine: Cock ring

Or temporary chastity; it depends on how you restrict. This seems like it would work fine but i have yet to try it for myself so don’t quote me on that one.

Ten: Feminization

I read somewhere that men in the US wear pantyhose, though i have never met any. I suppose this could be incorporated into feminization, you know, make him look pretty like a good little girl.

P.S.

Eleven: Leash

Yes, I know that I said ten things but as I was writing, I thought of this and I couldn’t believe that I had forgotten one of my favorite FemDom activities. So I added it on 🙂

(Disclaimer: This post was written as a conversation topic only. I do not recommend that you so these activities unless you know what you are doing, as they can cause injuries if done improperly.)

–Miss Ari ^_^

What am I supposed to be insecure about again?

"Don't forget your daily self criticism!"

“Don’t forget your daily self criticism!”

I think the media is doing this to me on purpose. How am I supposed to keep up with all of the aspects that I am supposed to be insecure about? Today it’s hair. Tomorrow it’s shoes. And the next day it’s the shape of my nose.

I can’t even get angry with people who tell me that I should put myself down because I don’t look a certain way. It is exhausting to play that game everyday and I haven’t played it in years. Every time I stand in the mirror I look at myself and I am glad that I do not look just like the girl on the tele. If I was her, I would have to act like she does and get treated like she does. As long as I am me, I am allowed to live by my own rules. I can wear what ever I think makes me look like I deserve respect.

I can dress like I belong in my world not yours. I can lounge around wearing nothing but pantyhose (something I do almost every day) even if there is no one there to see me<^_^>. And I don’t have to mind if you think that I am crazy, because I don’t play that game anymore. I don’t play by your rules.

Similarly, you do not have to play by my rules. You may do things that make me not want to respect you or that make me wish I could influence you in my direction. But at the end of it all, you are allowed to play by your own rules and I respect you for that. All I ask in return is that you respect me back.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Can you explain your pantyhose fetish?

Back seems are beautiful! (From: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/257408934924577669/)

Back seems are beautiful!
(From: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/257408934924577669/)

I don’t think so. There are so many reasons why I wear pantyhose everyday. I wouldn’t be able to answer that question with just one sentence.
I might like the feel of them, I might like the smell of nylon, or I might just like the way they make my legs look. It could also be all of these reasons combined. And what may be a reason to one fetishist, could be considered weird to another person with the same fetish.
However, I particularly like that pantyhose are so modest. In America, so many women think it is attractive to have bare legs and very short pants or skirts.

Bare legs take away the mystery of your wardrobe and makes you look less professional. It also makes men respect you less; they no longer consider you worth setting a goal for because you are already on display.
Modesty is also an important part of FemDom. Pantyhose give the woman control over her man. He can see her, but he still does not have access.

–Miss Ari^_^