When I woke the next year with a heavy head, I found I was lying on a bathroom floor, next to the toilet. Sleeping next to me was a cute girl, semi-dressed and wearing long black velvet gloves. I had no recollection of how I'd ended up there or how she had either. But as she looked so cute, I cuddled up to her, kissed her as she woke and we had sex.

It was only then that memories of her sucking my cock the previous night with those beautiful opera gloves on came back to me. She'd had me up against the bathroom mirror, as I recalled.

I met her by chance again recently. She seemed surprised that I remembered the gloves in detail and yet not the rest of the night at all.

A few people have asked me about the feminine masks I use in my photos. I've always liked masks. The allure of what's potentially hidden beaneath is half the attraction for me.

When it came to making photos for ImageFap, I wanted to hide my normal face and to potray feminine characters in costume that I found arousing. At first I tried simply blocking out my facial features with blank nylons. This left the figures quite unsympathitc from a viewer's perspective.

I looked at some ghastly and pricey latex masks before finding the more affordable, comfortable and individuly made lycra masks from Freak Face. They cover the head and neck and have holes for the eyes only. You simply send them a jpeg and they make you a mask of it. I've had a few from them and been very happy so far.

firebox.com/features/freakmasks

Tsarista x

A while back, a friend of mine was dating a girl who always wore great boots. Yet, while I worshipped them on her from afar, he didn't seem to notice them at all. He liked her but they bickered and both had minor compaints about the other, which seemed mostly justified at the time to be fair.

One day I was over at their place with him when she was out.

“Look at this latest waste of money she's bought!”, he said and opened up a shoe box with the most gorgeous pair of high heeled purple suede boots I had ever seen. My mind instantly imagined fucking her in them, her legs spread wide.

When I snapped back out of my daydream, he was still grumbling on about her. Some people don't know what they've got it seems.

That day inspired me many years later to buy myself a similar pair. He might have long forgotten those boots but I never did.

Looking back on my childhood I see now that I always had an SM streak. I was sexually aroused by seeing women submitted to bondage.

There wasn't much bondage on the black and white TV in my childhood but what there was was often displayed in scenes of historical captial punishments. Actresses playing Anne Boleyn, Marie Antoinette, Mata Hari or Lady Jane Grey would reguarly be blindfolded and/or bound on our screens. They'd wear wear sexy long dresses, fur collars or long velvet cloaks. I could only imagine what kind of thigh high boots they wore beneath.

Their executioners would be masked men in the best BDSM style of the day with boots and gloves and all in leather. There would be no terror, gore or snuff, I don't like that kind of thing, just a flock of birds flying into the distance at the final moment. The theatrics of the masked dominant male towering over the submissive queen left me aroused, sticky and confused me back then, though it's obvious now why such scenarios gave me a juvenville hard on.

Help yourself if you want to caption, tribute or manip any of my pics. A couple of people suggested ideas and I'd like to see the results.

In fact, please caption my pics! I'd really love to see your thoughts put into my head.

And tributes. You know, it really tickles me when people tell me they've cum to my pics or videos. I'm already cumming hard enough, the thought that you might be too also intesifies my orgasm. I'd truly love to see you wank to my images.

As you've seen from all my images, I like manips. I like taking an image out of its context into a purely abstract sexual fantasy world, no emotional complexities, traffic jams or bills to pay just furs, gloves and boots to think about. So feel free to move any of my images into any scenarios that you see fit. Likewise I'm happy to manip your pics into my fantasy world if they're suitable and with your permission. Cum and join me there. I'm curious as to what we can come up with.

Just let me know where you've reposted any images you've made, so I can enjoy and share them too.

Tx

I was 18 years old when me and a friend kind of accidentally went to the cinema to see '9 ½ Weeks' starring Mickey Rourke and Kim Bassinger. My little erection caused all sorts of seat shuffling in a no doubt vain attempt to disguise itself.

I think my friend and I both left quite stunned. We never discussed it again.

But for the first time in my life I had seen somebody else albeit on screen, think it normal to blindfold their sexual partner. My early sexual preferences told me that was the first thing to do to achieve dominance over your willing partner. And now it wasn't just me who thought that way.

But how to approach the subject?

As it turned out a couple of years later, a girfriend sugested to me that we both blindfold ourselves for fun one night. Of course I eargerly agreed but out mutual blind fumbling became a hinderance and I sugested that maybe I take my blindfold off and she keep hers on?

Then I saw her in all her blindfolded beauty...

Since then, I have blindfolded almost all my sexual partners at some point or another. I would say that despite most of them never having tried it before almost all loved it with perhaps only one or two not losing themselves to the experience.

This is NOT a sexy story.

 The frenulum, in case you didn't know (which I didn't either until this episode) is the bit of skin connecting the head of the penis to the foreskin in uncircumsisced men. The same word is used to decribe the similar skin strip connecting the lower lip to the jaw, the upper lip to the upper jaw and the tongue to the bottom of your mouth. But here I'm just talking about my penis frenulum.

Like with many uncircumcised men, mine was quite tight. It sometimes got painful when my penis was very erect and during long sex sessions.

One night, I was lying in bed listening to my flatmates arguing downstaris. I was kind of playing with myself. Not having a full wank, but just touching myself. I was very hard. My frenulum was straining.

I used to wear a silver ring that went three quarters the way around my right hand middle finger. I thought it looked cool.

Anyway, I was touching myself in the darkness when suddenly my hand felt wet. Very wet. I hadn't come and I hadn't weed myself or at least I hadn't felt myself do either, so I was curious as to what it was.

I got out of bed and turned on the main light. The first thing I noticed was that the light switch was covered in blood!

As was my right hand.

And my crotch and down my legs. And all over the sheets and floor. My cock was pissing blood!

Aaaargh! Should I call an ambulance? With my flatmates downstairs?

I decided to make a dash for the bathroom across the hallway with a towel wrapped around me. I sat in the bath and turned cold water on my penis. I gripped it tight to try to make a tourniquet but that make the blood squirt harder, like a water pistol. At least now I could see where the cut was among the general gore. My frenulum had torn from top to bottom, probably caught on my stupid silver ring.

The cold water subsisded my erection and gradually with it, the blood flow. I showered down the rest of my bloody body and the bath, the water in which was now going a brownish shade.

I towelled down in shock and cleaned the bath again. There was just a blob of blood on my frenulum now, I just had to hope it scabbed over and that I didn't bleed to death before morning.

I didn't sleep very well that night.

It took a bit of time to heal but when it did it was better than ever! I now have no frenulum to speak of, no painful skin pulling my foreskin forwards. I never saw its use anyway.

I also gave up wearing rings.

Eventually I dated a girl who had a very nice pair of boots. Black suede, slightly heeled and lined in a white chequered silky pattern inside. We kissed passionately many times. But at other times, kissed in a listless manner when she wore different footwear. Through teenage inability to communicate my true desires much misundertsanding was probably placed in both our minds. We drifted apart but I still think of her boots sometimes.

Then in the late 1980s, there came a fashion for thigh high high heeled boots, often of black suede or leather. All the glam rock scene of the time embraced this fashion as did I, quite literally sometimes.

In that time I dated or had one night stands with some girls who had some amazing boots. I'd usually try to have sex with them before they had a chance to take their boots off. The worst bit would be if as soon as they got through the door they kicked their boots off and said “my feet are killing me in those things”. That'd kill my libido too.

One time I asked a girl to put her boots back on during sex. She said “No, you put them on if you want to”. I looked forlornly at them, she must have been a size 5. I'd never have squeezed in sadly.

For my personal perefences boots must have three of the following four qualties:

1 The boots should be black
2 The boots should be suede
3 The boots should have high heels
4 The boots should be thigh high

To miss any one of the four qualties out is fine. But a score of ¾ must be maintained. So a pair of purple, suede, high heeled, thigh high boots are attractive, and a pair of black, suede, high heeled, ankle boots would work but to miss two or three points is to lose my interest. That's how fussy I am.

Then I met a girl and told her about my boot fetish. She had a pair of black, suede, low heeled, thigh high boots which scored ¾ and were thus acceptable to me. She was quite happy to wear them in bed for me. So obviously we moved in together and I bought her a sweet pair of 4/4 boots. Sometimes we fucked both wearing boots, with her sat on my cock facing the other way, so all each of us could see was the others boots. That was pretty hot but eventually as things go, we split up, she took the boots and another series of semi booted casual hook ups occurred.

One girl bought herself an incredible pair of ballet heeled, crotch high black suede boots, that was like a 5/4! So I married her. Those boots pretty much glued our mariage together for many years despite its otherwise obvious flaws. Eventually we split again I lost the boots in the separation.

These days, I know several girls with nice boots but I also have my own modest collection, so I can never be heart broken at their loss again.

A few people on here have messaged me with their fantasies and real life experiences. This true story was so good, I asked permission to share it with you all. This is from FurloverLars.

“When I was young I could never imagine to have sex in any way with a Shemale. Later, due to the internet I got more and more intrested in them until I finally was brave (or drunk) enough to give it a try. She was a prostitute in Hamburg in a huge Silverfox coat and I really enjoyed it.

I was like 22 or something like that and had an argument with my that-time-girlfiriend while we were partying. So we went separate ways for that evening and I suddendly saw this silverfox whore. I knew she was a Trans and payed her to give me a blowjob, mainly because of her furcoat. She did not speak enough German, so communication wasn't easy, but I had the feeling she really liked that I wanted her to keep the great coat on while blowing me.

It was such a great feeling, the fur on my naked tights, sitting on a chair. She was very passionate and I was (thank god) drunk enough to stay that so I didn't cum too quick. She made me more and more horny so I wanted to see her ladycock. I told her so, but somehow she misunderstood me and not only showed it to me but started kissing me with tounge. It was strange, but still I could feel more of that fantastic fur. She lead me to her bed, I fell on my back and she layed herself on me, kissing me passionately again. I was so lost in my mind, no thoughts, just pure horniness.

I felt her tounge, I felt her silverfox all over me now, especially on my naked thighs which, due to her little weight I opened more and more till I suddenly felt a light pressure on my ass. And before I could realize WHAT was pressuring me there she already was in me and started to fuck me. We both used condoms from the beginning. And few seconds later she came.

That was the only strange moment, because her face became pretty "male" while cumming. Still, she showed her cum in the condom and gave me her coat which I put on. Then she sucked me till I came.

It was fantastic, it was frightning. I had such a bad consience the next few days, fear of diseases, of getting caught by my girlfriend. But still I could never, ever forget that experience.”

FurloverLars

I find it fascinating reading other people's early crossdressing experiences and when they first discovered the attraction. Mine seems quite tame compared to others' I've read here on ImageFap.

I was always attracted to fur and velvet, long skirts, boots and coats. Hats and gloves also excited me. Overwear rather than underwear. But even then only specific types, textures and colours. This was from my first memories. In my first infants school, I remember a girl called Sophie wore a black velvet skirt one day and had me fascinated. Other girls wore fake fur coats in Winter. I was aroused by these thoughts long before sexuality dawned on me.

Sometimes in my childhood and early teens during a boring friends' or family dinner I'd pretend to go to the toilet but actually sneak into their bedroom wardrobes and put on a fur hat or coat for a second or two just to feel it. Occasionally when neighbours were out I'd sneak into their houses to try on their furs. At the time I found it very arousing though I was too young to wank. But I was old enough to understand how just embarrassing it would be if ever I was caught. After a near miss, I made a promise to myself never to do that kind of thing again.

In my twenties and thirties, I'd occasionally put on my girlfriends' boots or a coat when they were out and have a wank but not on a regular basis.

A couple of years back, I got my own place and around that time I also got a cute but cheap pair of black suede high heeled ankle boots from a second hand store. Just to wank over every now and then. I didn't even look at the size.

I saw some guys had posted photos of them wanking over boots like these before, so I thought I'd take some like that too. At the time, I'd just bought a toscana fur coat for a girlfriend's birthday (obviously hoping the fuck her in it) and it was sitting in my cupboad since its delivery. So I tired that on too. It felt good. Very good indeed. I had a wank and took some photos.

This really did feel good, so I did some online shopping and looked around more second hand stores. I found what I thought we some really fabulously sexy garments, coats, dresses, boots and masks. I even got some suede fringed gloves custom made for me. It was all just purely to my ideals and fetishes, which is why I'm always happy to read comments from others who happen share the same desires. Along the way, I took more photographs, worked on masking ideas and then blended in fantasy backgrounds. Thank you for taking the time to look and more so to those who comment when our crazy tastes co-incide.

Real life is sometimes dull, Tsarista life is pure fantasy.

Your thoughts are welcome,

Tx

I started this page to share images of my own sexual fantasy. In these first few months I've received such generous comments and compliments from readers. The thought of someobody else sharing in the enjoyment of my fantasy world thrills me. Thank you all so much, please keep them coming, they're my only reward and only desire here.

I think from a quick browse of ImageFap we can see that we all have very different sexual tastes in what we like to do and to view. Even within each niche is a smaller sub-niche.

I started this profile page to share what I like: fur, velvet, leather, suede; coats, dresses, boots, hats and gloves. I like mild bondage, masks and blindfolds especially. I'll go into my festishes in a later blog post in more depth. I originally assumed that people coming to my page liked the same and it seems they do but only generally.

I don't get many clicks on my blindfolded pictures for example yet if I were visiting this page for the first time as an outsider, those are probably the pictures I'd go to straight away. I didn't think people really wanted to see my cock but it seems from the comments and hit counters that they do (and I'm very flattered about it too). I certainly didn't think anyone wanted to see my dirty behind but I was wrong again. I've recently uploaded a set where my behind has more clicks than any other photo in the set.

This is all just curious observation on my part. Just trying to guess how the myriad of human sexuality fits together. The variety in our tastes and habits is a truly beautiful thing.

Someone once suggested I go to therapy to find the origins of and possibly cure my fetishes. I was horrified. It sounded like being lobotomised. I'd hate to be vanilla, what a dull life it appears to be.

Your thoughts are welcome,

Tx