Fur and Femdom

Fur and Femdom

I suppose it’s okay for me to toss this side of myself out there now that I have a place for it.  There is a pretty absurd number of fur fetishists that also have a taste for Femdom.  Many of them keep that part a secret.  It can be rather strange seeing as how they are so open about one fetish but closed about another.  I have a bit of an odd story as the two rose simultaneously within me and it wasn’t until I discovered NTCweb that they were merged together, forever inseparable from then on.  I recounted these experiences on my other blog recently, they can be found here if you are interested and have not read them (although I am guessing that most of the current readers have):

Part 1

Part 2

The novel, Venus in Furs, is credited as being the first published Femdom work and it’s author, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch is where the term masochist came from.

Secretly staring at women in fur was a source of great shame for me.  It was an obsession that I never felt good about but the allure was too much to resist.  This was how I grew to love the beauty of women.  While I find fur on a woman to be beautiful, there were always other aspects that reached me on various levels.

Women in fur tend to love its warmth and comfort.  They love how it feels.  They like to touch it, feel it, and caress it.  They like to feel it on their skin.  I saw all of this while I peeked from my peripherals, determined to be inconspicuous so that no one would notice me looking.  What I saw was an enjoyment and pleasure that I was not allowed to partake in.  It separated us.  It elevated them and diminished me.

They became ultimately sexy and attractive without even realizing.  Their natural instinct to appreciate the luxury was not done with intent.  It was subconscious and this widened the rift between us.

As Sacher-Masoch wrote, “Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman’s entire but decisive advantage. Through man’s passions, nature has given man into woman’s hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.”

When I read this for the first time I knew that without a doubt, this resonated within my heart.  When I see her, confidently wrapped in her fur, I cannot resist.  I am destined to serve and there is no hope to save me from myself.  I am hers.

PS.  I found this picture today and it was new to me.  I love it and it inspired me to write this post.

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