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Where to Get That Fetish Outfit

March 18, 2018 by Tim Woodward

The question I get asked the most is ”Where can I get a nice fetish outfit without spending a fortune?”

First, consider is whether you need to spend much at all. Most women have a pair of stockings and some high heels hidden away. Add a short skirt and a white shirt and you’re done. Maybe a shiny black raincoat and nothing else?

It’s the same for men. Ask your partner whether she likes a man in an evening suit. Don’t have one? They ave some nice ones at Marks & Spencer for under £200. Or try a charity shop – I got a great old evening suit secondhand for £50. Do you own biker leathers? What about an old uniform?

OK, so let’s say you are prepared to spend a bit of money – but not too much…

There are very few fetish clothing shops and most of us don’t live near one anyway. Realistically, you need to go online for a really decent selection to choose from. So, which of the hundreds of kinky clothing websites do you go to?

Sure, it’s cheap to buy from China, but when will you get it? What will it be like when it arrives? Can you return it? How long will that take? Is it really worth saving a little to take the risk? I don’t think so. So let’s look closer to home.

There are very many small and exclusive fetish fashion designers, especially in the UK, Germany and USA. These often do super work. However, they usually don’t have the financial backing to hold stock in all sizes and ship promptly. You often have to wait ages for them to buy the materials, make your order and send it. Then, what if it doesn’t fit? What if it just doesn’t look right when you try it on?

Having owned a well known fetish clothing business myself for a few years and run a retail store, I am pretty familiar with this. So, when people ask me to recommend a reliable place to shop for a fetish outfit, I know what to tell them…

Go for a firm that’s large enough to hold plenty of stock and ship fast, worldwide. A firm large enough to keep prices reasonable. They need to be well known and have a reputation for proper customer service.

How about a firm that has all this – and stocks both women’s and men’s clothing? Shoes to match, plus lingerie, bondage toys, even gloves!

I have known the people at Honour for many years. (Actually, I often drop in at the Honour shop near Waterloo station.)  They have just about everything you need. Plenty of stock, all sizes and not too expensive. So, for anything from a wetlook catsuit to fabulous stiletto heels, to lingerie, latex and sex toys, these are the people that I recommend.

Just click on the picture and explore. Dress up and have fun!

Tim Woodward

KFS TV – the Fetish World’s FREE Internet TV Channel

January 26, 2018 by admin

001_KFS-TV_imageKFS TV is our own kink TV channel, available online worldwide, 24/7 on your TV set, iPad, laptop, Mac, PC, tablet or smartphone – almost any device connected to the internet.

It has been a year since we set up KFSTV, the fetish world’s own internet TV channel. I would like to say a big thank you to you all for all your support along the way. Chris, who set the whole thing up, Rachel our designer, Sophie our web developer, David our app designer, Michele our film director and all the film makers from around the world, from Erika in Barcelona to Michel in Montreal to Jon in Los Angeles – and many more.

Also, of course, big thanks to all of you in our kinky community, who have enjoyed over two hundred programmes on KFSTV on your smartphones, iPads, tablets, laptops, TV sets, Macs and PCs around the world. Thank you for all your suggestions and tips while we were testing the channel in beta mode – please keep them coming now that we are fully live…

We are out of beta mode now and KFSTV is fully live, with a new design, much faster speed of use and even more programmes from around the world. Log on now and have a look. Click on the photos or go to  KFSTV 

Up to now, we have been charging a small subscription – but now we have enough support to go totally FREE of charge! Log in and join the new, FREE KFSTV now and let’s take the fetish world’s TV channel up to another level.

Thanks and here’s to even more stylish, fun and informative kinky TV in future…




 

What can you see right now? We have interviews with top dominatrixes Mistress Elita, Miss Velour and Deviant Eve. Meet rope bondage experts Esinem and Nina Russ. Check out our guide to Kinky San Francisco. Meet Polly Superstar and the woman who makes corsets for Dita von Teese, Autumn Adamme. We interview top fetish model Anita De Bauch. Take a tour of the House of Two Wolves in St Louis USA. Ever wanted to see inside the fabulous San Francisco headquarters of Kink.com and meet the boss, Peter Acworth? It’s all on KFS TV now…

There’s a big section of historic stuff from the history of Skin Two and of course we’re making new programmes all the time.

As well as enjoying the programmes, you can add photos to your profile, message others, join groups, suggest new videos and post videos of your own. Do post your own vides!

So what can’t you see on KFS TV?

There’s no porn. No, really. There’s more than enough porn in the world already, surely…

KFS TV features intelligent, stylish, informative, fun and non-sexist content only, just as we have done for years in Skin Two magazine. That’s what we do.

Once you have joined, don’t be a stranger – visit often, use the functions, upload photos to your profile, suggest new content, find your friends, let us have your comments.

Join now here –www.kfstv.net

Then reply to the verification email (if you don’t see it, check your spam folder!) That’s it!

Want to contact us? You are welcome to email our CEO, Tim Woodward with any query on tim@kfsmedia.com

BDSM Guidelines for Play

September 14, 2017 by Tim Woodward

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BDSM Guidelines for Play

These are a few notes intended primarily for the submissive, who wants to play with a new partner and needs to feel safe. It might also be useful for the dom who wants to give their sub a great time, but would like a few tips.

Let’s say that you have met a new BDSM partner – or someone you hope will be a BDSM partner. If you like to take the submissive role, you want to make sure you will be safe. If you like the dominant role, you want to make sure your new sub knows that they will be safe with you. Here are a few suggestions, which I hope will help you avoid disappointment or disaster…

When meeting a new potential play partner, always meet in a public place, just for a chat. A noisy fetish club doesn’t count – even if you played a little there. You need to communicate properly. Don’t meet in a dingy pub down a dark alley at night. Meet in a quiet and well lit public place, in daytime. (Lunchtime is good, as it gives you a good excuse to leave if you need it.)

Make it clear that you won’t play on first meeting. If you feel you need to be careful, don’t give out your phone number yet. Use an anonymous form of contact, like kik. Otherwise, create a private email address just for this sort of thing.

If you then agree to play at a subsequent meeting, you need a form of contact that is not anonymous. Make sure you have each other’s phone number and email, so you have proper ID.

Subs must have a friend to act as a safe call for the first session at least. Tell the dom this. If they are not OK with it, walk away. Call your friend before you play and tell them the address. Tell them exactly when you will call again after you part company with the dom. If they don’t get your second call, they should alert the police. Never be embarrassed to call the police. If you need to do it, do it.

Before you play, your need to communicate frankly with each other. Sub and dom need to  have a good idea of what is going to work and what isn’t before you start a play session.

Subs please note – your dom is not a mind reader – they need to know what turns you on. So tell them. You might find it easier to do this by email, rather than face-to-face. Be honest and specific. Do you love being spanked? Have you always wanted to try rope bondage? Do you absolutely hate needles? What if the dom suddenly produces some sharp needles while you are restrained?!  Don’t hope your dom will guess these things – always tell them.

Send your dom a few ideas of your own – the sort of thing you would love to do. If it is practical and if your dom also also likes the idea it might happen. It might be fun.

Doms – interrogate the new sub. Get them to tell you freely about the stuff that thrills them – and the stuff that really turns them off. (They might even enjoy being interrogated.)

On the day, don’t worry if you try something and don’t like it much – that’s allowed. Share this with each other. Likewise, if something works really well for you, say so. Your partner will love to hear that.

Always agree and remember your safe words, which might be…

Green = I love this. More please!

Amber = No need to stop, but just take it easy.

Red = STOP!

Always play safe. Use latex gloves, lube, condoms, etc. Clean surfaces before and after a session with anti-bacterial spray or wipes. If you have any medical condition, or just a strong preference, always tell.

Remember that your agreement may well change according to the setting or circumstances. You might have one set of rules for your primary partner and another set for a casual play partner. You might have one set of rules for a discreet private scene and another set for public play at a party. So make sure you both understand any changes before a new scene.

OK, here are some specific questions for the dom to ask, or the sub to tell even if they are not asked …

Do you prefer total privacy, or are you OK to play in a semi-public setting, like a BDSM clubs or party?

What about involvement with other people – do you like your dom to offer you to other doms, or to have you play with other subs? If so, are you bisexual? To what extent?

BDSM does not necessarily mean that you have sex with your partner. Do you want to have sex with them? Or just blow jobs? What about anal sex? Make sure the dom knows this!

Do you like to be led around on a collar and leash?  Naked?

Bondage? Japanese rope bondage? Or leather straps?

Butt plugs, strap-ons, nipple clamps? Blindfolds?

Fucking machine? Sybian?

Electrics, TENS unit – what exactly?

Sub naked, while the dom is fully dressed?

If you are a female sub, do you like to be taken to special BBC clubs and given to selected fit young well hung black guys, while the dom looks on? (Just thought I’d ask…)

Watersports?

What are your fantasies? Some might be great left as fantasies – but others might be suitable to do for real. Tell your dom. It will give them an insight into you. You might find they share some of them. You might even find that they will act some of them out with you.

Staying Safe

I never do drugs, knives, needles, blood or unsafe sex. If your dom suggests any of that and you are not totally OK with it, walk away. If they drink alcohol before or during play, walk away. If rope bondage is involved, make sure that the dom has suitable scissors to hand for quick release if needed. If you just simply feel uncomfortable, walk away. Don’t feel you have to go through with something if it doesn’t feel right. You don’t.

As for breath restriction, inhaling gas, or anything even potentially dangerous, well, some things are best left as a fantasy…

All this might seem a bit boring. Maybe you think taking the spontaneity out of the thing will reduce the fun. Not so. When you know you are in safe hands, you can really let yourself go. If you like it rough, a good dom will be able to play-act convincingly, which will be much more fun than the real thing…

P.S. These tips are purely personal. They are based on decades of experience, but I bet you know something I don’t. Maybe you have a useful suggestion, or you spotted something I should add? If so, please email to tim@kfsmedia.com

Tim Woodward

Safe Dogging

September 7, 2017 by Tim Woodward

I had often liked the idea of dogging. Going along to a dark car park in the woods, having sex with random strangers – there’s something deliciously rude about it.

Once, I even went to a secluded car park near the river in West London that was supposed to be a dogging spot. At least, that’s what I found on the web. I was full of anticipation. It was late at night and pretty dark. A car cruised in slowly and my girlfriend grabbed my arm. “That looks like a couple. What do you think? Is that a couple?” The car parked up. Two elderly gentlemen got out. They had big bags of something with them – what on earth was that? The two fellows went over to the riverbank, set up little chairs and started to fish. They were anglers, not doggers. We went home.

Much later, I was at Richmond BDSM, my local kink meet-up, for drinks at a pub near me. Catriona was amazed that I had never been dogging and offered to take me in hand. It was summertime and quite warm. A few days later, off we went to a car park in Surrey that Catriona knew. This was not new to her…

There were a few other cars already parked, with a couple or two and several single men. Just sitting in their cars, listening to the radio or reading a paper. It all perfectly innocent, unless you knew. I sensed an air of waiting for something hanging in the air.

Briefed by Catriona, I had brought condoms and a dogging blanket. This latter item is sold in hardware stores as a “picnic blanket” and it has a waterproof side that you put down on the ground, with a soft side that goes uppermost. They fold up into a handy roll, with handles, for carrying. Best not to ask for a “dogging blanket” in the shop.

We chatted by our car for a minute, so that Catriona’s miniskirt and my dogging blanket were not lost on the inhabitants of the nearby cars. Then we strolled slowly into the woods, pausing to make sure we were easy to follow. Sure enough, two men decided that was the very moment that they also fancied a stroll.

As soon as we found a fairly secluded spot, we spread our blanket and Catriona made sure that she looked suitably alluring. The two fellows approached, then paused at a polite distance. (I came to learn that this is correct dogging etiquette.)

I gave them a friendly wave and gestured towards Catriona, felling rather like a car salesman pointing out a nice convertible with low mileage, in a fetching shade of blue.

Catriona was enthusiastically“spit roasted” by the two guys, who went at it like two dogs at a particularly juicy bone, pausing only for a few moments after I warned of an elderly lady passing by with her spaniel. As soon as she had gone, play was resumed.

My first dogging trip was an experience and a success. All the same, the obvious downside is that you have absolutely no idea who is going to emerge from the woods. Maybe some nutters, maybe a rapist, some one out of his head on drugs – how do you know? So I left it as a one-off experience. Until, a year or two later, Gary and Emma asked whether I fancied joining them one sunny afternoon.

Now, Gary and Emma are friends, nice people and always up for fun. Emma wanted to try dogging and they needed someone to hold their hand. It would have been churlish to refuse. Off to the woods in Surrey again.

Emma is lovely and had no trouble at all attracting admirers. She entertained three guys in the woods while I kept watch, then paused for a rest before taking on another two. Great fun, although I had the same misgivings about safety.

My fears were amplified soon afterwards, when another couple attracted quite a crowd of random men one dark night. The woman was very obviously having a great time, but was her husband certain that condoms were being used by everyone? How did he know that there would be no trouble? I mean, this was a dark night in the woods. Again, how safe was all this? Hmmm, food for thought…

How to keep the excitement and yet make everything safe? Of course, that’s the very essence of safe, sane and consensual kinky sex. So I came up with a plan.

Safe dogging is when you assemble a crew of anything from three responsible people upwards. They don’t have to be close buddies, but you do need their names, email addresses and phone numbers. You need to trust them, so don’t go with anyone who only uses anonymous apps like kik. Know who they are.

It’s necessary to have couples and women, of course, but do also have a few single guys. The women like that, obviously.  (And there’s safety in numbers.)

Then, plan a scenario that works for the women. If they don’t have a great time, the evening will be a washout. Meet up at a designated time and place. Maybe do role-play. Men in hoods or masks? Bondage, gang bangs? Give the women a chance to fulfil their fantasies in what feels like an exciting situation (but is actually perfectly safe).

Always have at least one person on lookout duty. If someone comes along, a birdcall whistle is ideal to warn everyone discreetly. I use an “Acme” peewit whistle, available online, which works fine.

Don’t forget the condoms, lube and dogging blanket. Make sure everyone knows the limits. What does she like and – more importantly – what does she dislike? Know her limits and make sure everyone else knows. For example, if she doesn’t like it in the tradesman’s entrance, the guys need to know.

My own little group meets at a swinger club in West London, just so everyone knows everyone. Then, later that evening, everyone who feels inclined heads off to a secret location. If anyone wants to bail out, that’s fine. We call it “safe dogging” and it’s all the fun without the risk.  You know it makes sense.

For more information on my events, email to –

chardmoresociety@icloud.com

P.S.

I love this hilarious song about dogging…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXzaVOk_Ydk




Erotic Domination, by China Hamilton

May 10, 2017 by Tim Woodward

We have just received this lovely erotic photo book by the great China Hamilton. There are 94 full page images of stylish black and white photography, including several pictures of elite dominatrixes, including China’s long time muse, the beautiful Miss Myers.

China Hamilton says this about his photographs:…

“The models and I attempt to produce work that can be shared and enjoyed by a wider audience. These women are proud of their sexuality, of their bodies and delight in knowing that their intimate revelations will be enjoyed by voyeur and connoisseur alike. I have included a number of portraits of significant Mistresses. These Dominatrixes, both clothed and revealed, demonstrate so proudly their place in the long history of this subject, skilfully fulfilling the fantasy pleasures of the ‘naughty schoolboy’ or ‘the submissive maid’.”

China says this is probably his last book, so it is a real collectors’ item.

ISBN 978-3-943105-38-4

96 pages, 28 x 20 cm, hardcover  –  94 full page b&w photographs

Introduction in German, English, & French

Price: 49,90 €

Order from https://www.hermansky-books.com

Published by Edition Reuss – http://www.editionreuss.de/index.php/eroticism-25/articles/erotic-domination-569.html




 

A Few of My Fetish Parties

April 26, 2016 by Tim Woodward

The  Skin Two Rubber Ball

Back in 1992, my friend Michelle was working with me on Skin Two magazine and one day she had a bright idea. Now, Michelle is bright and fun and I usually like her ideas a lot. This was no exception.

Back then, we had run various parties in London under the Skin Two banner but, believe it or not, there was no big international fetish party. The modern scene was more or less focussed on London back then. Most other big cities around the world had almost nothing at all. Paris, Berlin, Tokyo and New York had hidden undergrounds on a small scale, but Michelle was thinking bigger than that. She planned the word’s first really big international celebration of fetish glamour, the Skin Two Rubber Ball.

Hammersmith Palais was packed with visitors from all over the world – on a Monday night! They came from Tokyo, New York, Los Angeles, Australia and across Europe and the UK. Truth to tell, we were way over the building’s legal capacity. Our Production Manager, Nic Marchant, still swears we had four thousand people. We raised loads of money for charity, the local police were super-friendly and the publicity for the fetish scene was massive and very positive. Jean Paul Gaultier was there – you can see his photos in the book. Yes, there was a book of the event and even a film. We were in all the papers, on TV, the works.

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The international fetish scene as we now know it was born that night. George from Northbound Leather in Toronto stayed at my house and went home saying Canada had to have something like the Skin Two Rubber Ball. Soon afterwards, I was at at George’s own party with three thousand kinky Canadians in one room. Glenn from Fetish Factory in Fort Lauderdale came too and he also went home fired with passion to do the same thing in the Florida sun. Today, his event is probably the biggest and best fetish party in the USA. Then came German Fetish Ball in Berlin, Fetish Evolution in Essen, Démonia in Paris, Bal des Supplices in Lyon, and all the rest. We were invited to do two parties at Sydney University in Australia, we sponsored San Francisco Fetish Ball for several years. We did eight years in Atlanta, Georgia. What had we started?!

Some of my favourite memories from the Skin Two Rubber Ball are Nic Marchant’s fabulous stage shows – I’ve still not seen anything nearly as good at a fetish event. Then there was the posse from Essex who arrived in a tank – really, a tank – and parked outside the Palais. The tank driver was dressed in a latex dalmation suit, white with black spots, a back nose, tail and floppy ears. Not terribly military. Officers from the police station next door struggled not to giggle. Drag queens alighted fro stretch limos. Traffic in Hammersmith came to a standstill.

One of my favourite Skin Two Rubber Ball memories was the time Brian the security chief came to me with an anxious look on his face. A young American guy had complained that he had been sexually assaulted and wanted the police to be called. What were we going to do? I hurried to the back room and found a pretty French girl in floods of tears. She was the one who the American claimed had assaulted him.

In her charming French accent, she explained that she had liked the look of him and tried to pick him up. No harm in that, surely? Most young men would be flattered. Not this one, though. The young American was furious, saying that she had offered him poppers to sniff. He was very anti-drugs and highly offended. I tried to calm him down, pointing out that the French girl had meant no harm, she was now in floods of tears and very apologetic; it was hardly a matter for the police. Still he insisted on making an issue out of it. Then I had an idea.

Hammersmith police station was just a few steps from the venue, so I said “OK, I will walk you there myself and we will tell the police all about this.” Brian’s face fell. The last thing he wanted was to bother the local police with this. Or with anything, probably…

As we walked from the room, I whispered an aside to Brian. How would it be if he fetched the French girl’s coat, made sure she had cab fare, and put her in a taxi? He smiled and, seconds after we walked over to the police station, she was gone, away into the night.

As we approached the desk sergeant at Hammersmith nick, he did his best not to laugh. (I was wearing the full uniform of a San Francisco motorcycle cop.)

The sergeant studiously ignored my get-up and asked how he could help us. When I explained that the American was complaining about being approached by the cute French girl, he tried his best to take us seriously and went off to fetch a form. I’m sure he brought us the longest and most complex form they had. This boy was no fool. The American, clearly under the impression that he was reporting the crime of the century, took the officer’s pen and started to write his crime report.

I looked at the officer. The officer looked at me. We understood each other. I left the American to it. I’m sure that form hit the wastepaper basket in the back office very shortly afterwards. At any rate, the French girl  was long gone by then.

A few years later, after Hammersmith Palais closed down, we ran the Skin Two Rubber Ball at several other venues for a few years. It was fun and we made a weekend out of it, with a daytime fair and supporting events. Finally though, I felt I had been there seen it, done it and got the t-shirt. Similar events had started in other big cities across the world, the international fetish scene was well under way and our job was done. No point in re-inventing the wheel – it was time to move on.

Or so I thought. Much as I like to think I’m a Londoner, (my Mum was a cockney) I was actually born in the Midlands. I love the friendly vibe of the fetish/BDSM scene in the North and Midlands and had long been friendly with Terry of The Events – he’s been running events for as long as me. Rather than pose in the frantic London clubs, I would often slip away to Manchester or Birmingham for fun. One day, Terry suggested that Leeds was really a party town and there was nothing big going on fetish-wise, so why didn’t we get together. Here we go again…

Last time I had been in Leeds, an indoor lavatory was considered an effete indulgence suitable only for pouffy Southerners. But Terry knows his stuff and I got on the train. My God, Leeds has changed. The venue Terry had chosen was very cool. Not far from Harvey Nichols, round the corner from some posh hotels, charming and helpful staff, all a long way from the dodgy geezers who run London clubs. (I could tell you a tale or two about them, but prefer not to grass, due to preferring to stay in good health, thanks.) Leeds does have a Northern character though; on Fridays and Saturdays, gangs of drunken girls in white stilettos and skimpy dresses hang out of white limos, singing (usually different) songs while waving half-full bottles of cheap Cava at passers-by. I absolutely love it.

So Skin Two North was born – later changed to our new brand of KFS North. Much smaller than the old Skin Two Rubber Ball, we’re talking around four hundred people. That feels just about right. Local DJ Paul Domaster joined the team and we expanded to Birmingham with KFS Midlands. It’s fun and a growing number of Londoners, jaded with the huge, impersonal scene down South, are coming up to join us. Fetish folks come from Scotland, Cornwall, East Anglia. We’ve started something – again.

Having gone from four thousand to four hundred people – a long and winding road, via Hammersmith, San Francisco, Atlanta and Sydney University to Leeds – you’d think there was nowhere left to go. Only it didn’t turn out quite like that. Enter The Chardmore Society…

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The book of the Skin Two Rubber Ball is available in digital form at www.KFSMedia.com. The film is available on KFSTV.net

The Chardmore Society is at www.ChardmoreSociety.com

Strap ons and Jock Straps

September 10, 2015 by admin

This week I was lucky enough to entertain a both generous and wealthy client who asked me to feminise him. I was able to provide the necessary clothing, jewellery etc and having been a stylist/makeup artist in a former life I quite enjoy the challenge of transforming a burly trucker into Patricia the Stripper. However, I don’t have a ready supply of size nine fuck-me shoes, and so I informed said gent in advance that he would need to supply his own.

eveAt the end of the session he very kindly passed them on to me (having little need for red and black skyscraper heels in the marital home) as well as giving me a hefty tip. If Carlsberg made clients…

I also had my first occasion to audition something a bought a while ago, a ridiculously expensive but rather lovely strap on harness and dildo. I purchased these on a whim when I first came to London; I’d gone to the Sh! women’s sex shop in Hoxton for a class on pegging on the promise of free cupcakes and cava, and had fallen into the age-old mug trap of buying something completely unnecessary simply because you’ve bonded with the sales assistant over the joys of anal penetration. The whole shebang cost me over a hundred quid and has been sitting unopened in my top drawer like a sneering reminder of my gullibility. However, tonight Mr Fuck Me Shoes was the unknowing recipient of my strap-on virginity. Fun it was.

It’s not all been smut this week (I’ve done a fair bit of campaigning against benefit cuts for disabled people by this evil Tory government*) but it actually has mainly been smut.

Wearing my non-work hat, I helped serve drinks and canapes at a very upmarket cocktail party in Covent Garden for dominants and submissives. There was a strict dress (or un-dress) code; Doms were to wear black tie or cocktail dress and subs to wear lingerie (or for male subs, an “interesting jock strap”. If you know what one of those is, answers on a postcard please).

An old friend of mine asked me why on earth I’d spend four hours handing out Brie and cream crackers in my pants for no money, but the answer is because I thought it might be a hoot. The same old friend once described me as a hedonist, and in the past I thought nothing could be further from the truth – I was weighted with heavy responsibilities, and boy, did I take them seriously. But now I finally realise what he meant – there’s a lot of apples out there and this girl is going to take a bite out of every one.

*Before Peter Pedantic writes in to inform me that it’s actually a coalition government, to my mind the worst current atrocities (upholding laws that allow zillionaires to evade tax, the whilst relentlessly penalising those on benefits by forcing them to leave their homes and communities) are committed by the Tory contingent of the administration. The LDs are collaborators; I despise them too but in a completely different way.

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The Chardmore Society – A Rather Private Club

August 17, 2015 by admin

Imagine a really special dinner party. Forty friends in full fetish dress, getting together at a really exclusive boutique hotel in a lovely setting near Marlow and Henley. We take over the entire hotel, bedrooms, restaurant, the lot. The food is good, the wine is decent – and we set up a dungeon to play in. It doesn’t matter whether you are young or old, sub or dom, whether you play in the dungeon or not – the only rule is that you have to dress up. Rubber, leather, TV, whatever you like. No business suits or little black dresses. It’s decadent, elegant and exclusive. That’s the Formal Fetish Dinner Party. [Read more…]

On Being Independent, Latex Bargains and Getting Outed on Twitter

July 30, 2015 by admin

It’s been a couple of weeks that I’ve been indie and its been a massive learning curve. I’ve been inducted into the hell that is Adultwork, and wasted tedious hours trying to upload photos using their lottery-based photo uploader (you have a one in 14,000 000 chance of it uploading successfully).

deviant_eve2Whilst the downside of being an independent escort (I hate that word – Im a prostitute – everyone else needs to get over it) is the endless admin and marketing necessary to make your voice heard in an already crowded market, the nicest thing is undoubtedly the clients, and being able to connect with them in a much more human way.

When I worked for an agency it was almost impossible to make small talk with my clients – I was so afraid to give out any personal information in case it was passed on to the other women or management and somehow used against me.

In the end I got really frustrated with it – sex isn’t just about putting things in holes (although that tends to feature); its about intimacy, fun and making a connection. This is even more important with BDSM.

Of course, there always has to be a line of separation between work and personal life, but now when I meet you you can be sure that I’m turning up as myself. I think that leads to a much more passionate and honest encounter, and I think my clients appreciate that too…read my reviews for the evidence.

The fabulous latex retailer Libidex had their quarterly sample sale this week. I was there queueing before the doors opened and am only slightly ashamed to say that I bought a load of stuff, went off for lunch and then revisited later in the afternoon and bagged some more loot.

Here’s me trying on my pink leotard, lots more pics to come when I have my next pro shoot in a couple of weeks.

The final big event of my week was a bit of a shocker. It’s what every sex worker dreads – news of your ew occupation reaching people who you’d really rather didn’t know.

I have to admit I’m fairly ambivalent – I’m not embarrassed or ashamed about what I do, and everyone who needs to know, knows. And whats more, they’re all pretty cool and supportive.

But it was still a shock when an old school friend got in touch to inform me quite coldly that shed become aware of my work. How had it come to her attention? Only bloody Twitter…turns out my working profile (which didn’t have a face pic, but was still quite recognisable as me) kept on coming up as a suggestion for “people you may know”. God knows why, I don’t even follow her on Twitter, but I assume I’d not been scrupulous about blocking access to my phone book/contacts list.

Lesson learned.

Fundamentally I’m with Edward Snowden, if you’re life’s out there online its up for grabs, and pretty much out of your hands. So here I am, do with me what you will.

Have a good week my lovelies. Don’t forget to follow me on Twitter for political commentary, pithy one-liners and the occasional picture of my bum.

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From the stars to the gutter…

July 25, 2015 by admin

My life had become dull and mundane. The 2.4 kids, gas guzzler and house in the country had not come to pass and even if they had, I doubt they would have made me happy. Certainly my first attempt(s) at wedded bliss didn’t do much to convince me that I was cut out for that particular institution.

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I’d already decided to pack up my old life in the north and move to the capital in search of excitement, and on a whim I clicked on an ad for a fetish escort agency. I’ll just make an enquiry about working for them, I thought. I don’t have to go any further with it. I sent the email before I could change my mind.

The next day, a nice lady phoned me up. Did I have any experience, she asked? None at all, I responded. She seemed a little surprised (I later learned that I’m pretty long in the tooth to be just starting out in the industry), but she assured me my lack of experience wouldn’t be a problem. She asked if I’d like to go in for an interview and we fixed a date. I’ll just go in to see what it’s all about, I thought. I don’t have to go through with it.

Fast forward to four weeks later and I’m standing in a bedroom that’s kitted out as a fully-fledged BDSM dungeon, waiting for my first client. I’ll just work this one day, I thought. If I don’t like it, I don’t have to carry on with it…

Well, dear reader, I did like it. So here I am.

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