Images of Retifism
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Having posted the images of clichιd Dommes I’ll turn to a different set of images.
While I don’t greatly admire the draftsmanship of these they capture one of my kinks well enough for me to keep them around.
No surprise I’d select foot/boot adoration. The artist is known as Ariel. As for as I know there is no official site. What a happy way to worship her.

From a series known as Czarina’s Lessons. NB: I cut off the other woman because my feelings about worship don’t really fit with the idea of more than one woman at a time. Czarina has a site I’m fairly sure but I didn’t turn it up when looking.
The idea of being bound and lashed as I lick boots sends a series of incandescent flashes across my entire nervous system. It makes me growl (submissively of course).

Lady Carole has at least two Yahoo groups last time I checked. But Google doesn’t turn them up.
Bound and strictly supervised he cleans her footwear. I drift off to sleep some night with something like this floating across the front of my mind. Retifism, guidance, corrective pain: what a lovely way to spend an evening.

Illustrations tickle my fetishistic needs more than photographs. At least the contemporary stuff. Possibly because artwork often comes from the heart but almost all of the photography is produced for pay sites. I wish I could relocate some of the photos I once had that offer a more interesting take on female severity.


Comments
i can put all myself under feet girls
Posted by: slave feet | July 30, 2007 10:37 AM
We could certainly do more retifism with corrective punishment. I have to admit sometimes when you spit out a piece of grass or something I feel like it’s kindof a waste, you know? ;)
Posted by: Alexandra | August 1, 2007 5:51 PM
Funnily enough what I remember is all the stuff I’ve swallowed. :)
Oh damn, now I’m thinking of that Sardax drawing where the guys appear to be being used as human lawn mowers …
Posted by: Richard | August 1, 2007 5:58 PM
Oh, yeah. All credit to you, pet. I wasn’t disappointed that you picked the odd bit out. I just got that urge to force you, but I’m usually so impressed I don’t have the heart.
However, one day…
Posted by: Alexandra | August 1, 2007 6:25 PM