Confessions of a random pervert

In a number of my previous posts on my various fetishes for items like corsets, high heels and other constrictive clothing, I have primarily focused on the suffering for beauty aspect. While this is certainly the predominant reason, there is yet another one: Wearing a corset or high heels makes the woman wearing them helpless.

Since her movements are restricted in some ways, she is more likely to require support or assistance from the man on her side: She has to depend on his support for safely walking in stiletto heels on a street paved with cobble stone or other less ideal surfaces. A tight corset will prevent her from bending down far enough to reach her own feet to tie (or even more importantly:untie) her shoelaces, or to pick up something from the floor. Once again, she will have to rely on somebody else's help.

Wearing some kind of gloves (satin, Lycra, latex, ...) also adds a bit to the helplessness. A lot of things are much more difficult when wearing gloves, starting from the most simple of tasks such as turning pages of a book to typing on a computer keyboard. Sure, it can be done, it requires extra effort and that's where we're back to the suffering for beauty concept comes into place. But in addition to that, there is the feeling of being helpless and having to rely on somebody else (her master), becoming more dependent.

Today I've started to twitter using the 'randompervert' twitter account.

This will provide me an opportunity to provide more frequent and short/concise updates, mostly from my phone while I'm travelling. It helps to capture thoughts as they occur, in real-time. It's much easier to write a 140 character message containing one thought than to sit down and write a blog post.

This blog hasn't been updated in ages. In fact, ever since I became seriously involved in my last relationship, I didn't really have the desire to update the blog. I don't really understand why that is (maybe this is subject of a future blog post). But what I definitely do know: Now that this relationship has unfortunately come to an end, the desire to blog about my kinky side has immediately returned.

So here I am again. And my luck seems to have left me. No more sexy/slutty girl around to cheer me up. Lots of plans suddenly vaporized. Lots of high-end Jacquard fabric for corsets that were never made. Lots of high heels, made-to-measure Lycra suits, fashion pantyhose and other items that I will never be able to see and feel on the woman I loved and still love in many ways.

No, I don't want to drown in self-pity. But it is definitely very sad, and besides the loss of a great partner in a relationship, there is the loss of the fetish object that she was in addition to being a beloved person. Two losses in one, so to speak. Time for self-reflection and hopefully soon for recovery.