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Story: The Ballerina

Markova — Wed, 16 May 2012 11:58:37 GMT

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<center>'''The Ballerina
<br>by Markova'''</center>

Mel looked round her living room with great satisfaction. It was impeccably tidy; everything was exactly as it should be. She had been neglecting her housework lately, so she had made a huge effort to straighen out the house. Mel looked out through her cleaned and polished patio window. Her garden, screened from sight by rows of hedges, was immaculate too, and the sun shone brightly on it. Her little house was in a very secluded road, and she knew that her neighbours on both sides were on holiday, so whatever happened in that room she would be as unobserved as if she were on the far side of the Moon.

She heard her grandfather clock chime in the hall. It was 10am. After all the hard housework over the previous few days, she would now relax and do some ballet dancing. One of her greatest secret pleasures was to change into her ballet things and dance by herself in her living room. She ran upstairs to her bedroom and stripped off completely, tossing her clothes and underwear onto the bed, and then pulled open her bottom drawer where she kept the ballet things.

First, as always, she put on a dainty white satin thong, pulling it well up so that it fitted snugly at the rear. Mel enjoyed the sensation, and gave the waistband an extra tug, so that the thong went even further into her. There was a matching white satin bra, designed to give her an uplift - although her firm breasts scarcely needed the support.

Out came the tights, white, sheer to the waist and with rear seams. Lovingly, she rolled them up her legs and pulled them high over her waist. She spent a few minutes making sure that the seams were dead straight up the back of her calves and thighs. Next, she wriggled into her shiny white satin sleeveless leotard. It was a size too small, and took a fair amount of effort to put on, but Mel enjoyed the snug sensation that it gave her. She pulled it up as far as it would go, just covering her breasts. The little pink ballet shoes slipped easily onto her feet. Last came the white tutu skirt; she pulled it over her legs and up round her waist. The stiff lacy material stood out almost horizontally, so that any observer would easily have been able to see right to the top of her legs, and look at her bottom in its covering of white tights, with the thong easily visible through the tights.

Happily, Mel literally danced down the stairs back to her living room and picked up her MP3 player. She slid open the patio doors slightly to let in some air, then put on the earphones, tucked the player into her cleavage and switched on the player. Ravel's Bolero filled her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Mel was so happy, dancing and twirling around the room on tiptoe. She was in a world of her own, oblivious to everything but the music and the ecstacy of the dance, barely able to avoid bumping into things.

She was so absorbed that she could not possibly have noticed that a pair of intruder had slipped into the garden. The intruders had balaclavas over their heads, and stockings under the balaclavas, completely obscuring their faces. Each of them was carrying a large rucksack, and their pockets bulged. When the first of them peered in through the open patio doors and saw Mel dancing in her tutu, he could not believe his luck. A smile spread across his face, not that anyone could have seen it, and he nodded to his companion, who was equally startled by the sight.

Noiseless as a cat, the pair crept into the living room. At that moment, Mel had her back to the patio doors. She clasped her hands together behind her back and made a deep bow. The first intruder smiled again as he saw her bottom framed so prettily in a froth of lace. This would really be fun! He put down his rucksack. Striding forward, he grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them together. As Mel stood upright in shock, he grabbed her and wrapped his arms tightly around her, hugging her firmly against himself, completely trapping her arms behind her back. He put a leg round her legs, trapping them too. Struggle as she might, she could not escape the grip of somebody so much stronger than she was.

Mel opened her mouth to shout, but the other intruder ran around in front of her, pulled a rag from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. Mel immediately realised that shouting was futile, as nobody could possibly hear her, anyway. He forced more and more of the rag in; this seemed to go on forever. Her mouth felt oh so full, yet still he pushed until her cheeks bulged and she felt that she would choke. Eventually, he was done, and he wrapped something round her head and pulled it tight. It was so soft, yet so unyielding. Mel realised that it was a silk scarf. There was a large double knot at its centre, which helped to force the packing in her mouth yet further in. The tight scarf compressed her cheeks.

The first intruder turned her around, pressing her face and gagged mouth against his chest, still holding her in a vice-like inescapable grip. Something went round her elbows and was pulled tight - another scarf. As her elbows were pressed together, her shoulders started to feel the strain and she groaned into her gag, unable to say a single coherent word. More and more tightly her elbows were tied, until they touched. She groaned again.

"You ain't felt nothing yet". The intruder spoke for the first time. Yet another scarf was wrapped around Mel's upper arms and pulled tight, forcing her shoulders back even more.

"Nnnnnn," groaned Mel. Her voice, which despite the gag eloquently expressed her agony, might have melted a stone, but it had no effect on her captors. They further imprisoned her arms by winding rope tightly round her wrists, tying and cinching it, carefully positioning the knots where she would never be able to reach them. Her arms were pressed together from elbows to wrists. For good measure, they even put a pair of thumbcuffs on her thumbs. The handcuffs stayed put, not that they were necessary.

The first intruder spun her around so they faced each other, if facing was the right word when his face was so thoroughly concealed.

"What a wonderful figure you have, my dear," he said. "Let's see if we can see it better." Gagged, and with her arms bound into utter immobility, Mel was in little position to resist as he put an arm around her again and held her to himself. He put his free hand inside the waisband of her tutu, and rubbed and squeezed her bottom. Struggle and grunt as she might, Mel could do nothing as he pushed the tutu down until it lay around her ankles.

The second man took a little pocket knife and cut the leotard at the shoulders. Grabbing the back, he slit that down to the waist. The remnants of the leotard joined the tutu on the floor.

"Nice bra," said the first man appreciatively.

"Yep, but not needed," said his friend, cutting the straps and then the sides of the bra, so it fell off. He reached round and gave each of her breasts a squeeze. Mel was now naked to the waist.

But the brutes had only just begun. The second man grabbed the waistband of her tights and made deep cuts before pulling the tights to her ankles. He pulled out the right side of her thong's waistband and cut it, then did the same with the left side. The remnants of the thong joined everything else on the floor. The first man released Mel, pushed her down to the carpet, wrenched her clothes and ballet shoes off her ankles and flung them across the room. Then he pulled her to her feet again.

"Yep, a really wonderful figure." Mel could not see his eyes, but she knew that he was taking in every inch of her naked body, and surely the other man was, too. She blushed deeply. She trembled in fear, too, with no idea of what would happen to her next.

He took a coil of thin rope from his rucksack and wound several coils round Mel's trim waist. Then he took the ends and pulled hard. Mel groaned again as the rope bit into her flesh. The man heard the groans, but they only made him pull even harder before he tied off the rope, carefully putting the knot at the front where Mel could not possibly reach it.

Spinning Mel round, he fastened some more of the rope to her handcuff chain. He pushed one of his feet between her feet, and moved it from side to side, making her stand with her feet apart. Walking round in front of her, he grabbed the free end of the new rope, pulled it between her legs and passed it under the rope that was digging into her waist. "OK, let's get this right into position," he said, working the rope with his fingers as far into Mel's most intimate regions as he could. Then, taking the free end of the rope, he yanked it upwards with all his strength.

Mel howled into her gag. She knew that it was futile, but she could not help herself as the white-hot pain shot through her. The man just ignored her, and tied the end securely to the waist rope. Then he slipped two fingers under the crotch rope just below the waist. Mel moaned as the rope pressed even harder into her. "Yep, feels taut all right," said the man happily. Mel pressed her hands as hard as she could against her bottom to try to relieve the pressure, but it did no good.

From the rucksack, he took two narrow leather straps with buckles. He wrapped one round the base of Mel's left breast which was bulging due to her elbow bondage, and passed the loose end through the buckle. As he pulled on it, Mel's breast was forced to bulge out. She could not believe how tight he managed to make the strap before he buckled it off. It dug in painfully, and her breast was a shape she would never have imagined possible. He treated her right breast in the same way.

He took another length of the thin rope and tied it tightly round Mel's right arm, between the two scarves pulling her shoulders back so painfully. The rope went behind her, round her left arm and across her front. He positioned it carefully so it went over both her nipples. He then brought it back to her right arm, and pulled.

Once again, Mel howled into the gag in vain as a searing pain went through her already tortured breasts, which were divided into two. Her arms were pulled yet closer together, causing her shoulders even more strain. He pulled the free end across to her left arm and tied it there. Her breasts were forced out yet further, causing the breast rope and the tight straps to dig in yet more.

Two more lengths of rope went tightly round her body and arms, above and below her excruciatingly bound breasts, pinning her arms yet more firmly to her back.

Mel noticed that the new position of her arms, although it was agonising for her shoulders and her breasts, had at least created a fraction of slack in her crotch rope. That was some relief.

But it was short-lived. "Let's just fix your crotch rope," said the man, laboriously undoing the knot at the front of her waist. Once he had done that, he pulled as hard as he could on the rope, sending a fresh wave of pain through her and eliciting more groans from her thoroughly gagged mouth before he re-tied it.

"Now, let's lay you down," said the man, and the two men forced her to lie face up on the carpet. Every motion sent waves of pain through her crotch. Bundles of silk scarves came out of the rucksacks, and soon her legs were welded firmly together with scarves tied tightly around her upper thighs, above and below her knees and her ankles. Mel wondered at this strange mix of ropes and scarves. A pair of thumbcuffs went on her big toes, holding her feet together.

Once that was done, they rolled Mel onto her front, squashing her breasts into the carpet. One of them spanked her bottom playfully on each side of her hands. "You definitely have the most spankable bottom I've seen in ages," he laughed. They tied a rope to the scarf round her ankles and pulled, lifting her legs high into the air. They brought her feet over her bottom, and the scarves around her legs grew ever tighter as the changing position made her legs try to get wider. They wrapped the free end round the rear of the rope that pressed into her nipples, and pulled. Mel had no option but to let her feet get nearer and nearer the small of her back. They carried on pulling until she was in an incredibly stringent hogtie before finally the rope was tied off.

Mel's body was now bowed backwards, with her thighs lifted off the carpet and all her weight on her breasts. But she could not relieve the excruciating pressure on her breasts by lowering her thighs. When she tried, it pulled the rope round her breasts even tighter, and it pulled her tortured shoulders yet closer together, which in turn pushed out her breasts further. Once again, she moaned piteously through her gag.

"You know something young lady? You moan far too much. Let's see what we can do to make you a little quieter." One man took a wide roll of sticky tape and his knife, and cut off a piece of tape. Pulling Mel's lips round the silk scarf with one hand, he slapped the tape on with the other hand. He then put on several more pieces of tape to ensure that the first one could not come off.

Next, he took out a small jar, opened it, dipped in his fingers and pulled out some goo. "Close your eyes or this will sting," he ordered as he put a large blob of goo on each of Mel's eyelids. It indeed stung slightly, and she screwed her eyes tight shut. He then put a gauze pad over each eye and taped them in place. "This stuff will harden in a minute," he explained. The blindfold was totally effective; no light at all could reach Mel's eyes.

From his rucksack, he brought out a strange bundle of leather straps. "Specially for you, a head harness," he explained. The harness went round her head; a muzzle covered her jaw and mouth, holding the jaw immovable. Leather pads covered her eyes, further reinforcing the already comprehensively effective blindfold.

"Nearly finished," said the man cheerfully. He fastened yet another length of the thin rope to the thumbcuffs on Mel's toes. Then he grasped her hair and lifted her head. Pulling on the rope, he fixed it to the back of the head harness. As Mel very quickly discovered, that meant that she had to keep her head lifted high, putting a strain on her neck.

Somewhere in the far distance, Mel heard her grandfather clock strike eleven. "Right, well, time to be moving on," said one of the men. "We'll see you again some time. I don't suppose you'll be able to see us, but we'll be able to see all of you."

The End

==See Also==

* [[Stories|List of stories]]

[[Category:Stories]]
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	If you have a story that you would like to publish on the wipi then add a link here. No stories, factual or fictional, may be posted with people's real names or well-known pseudonyms; stories must protect peoples' privacy.		If you have a story that you would like to publish on the wipi then add a link here. No stories, factual or fictional, may be posted with people's real names or well-known pseudonyms; stories must protect peoples' privacy.

		+	* [[Story: The Ballerina\|The Ballerina]] by [[User:Markova\|Markova]]
	* [[Story: At the Office\|At the Office]] by [[User:Markova\|Markova]]		* [[Story: At the Office\|At the Office]] by [[User:Markova\|Markova]]
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Fairy exhibitionism - personal experiences

Markova — Wed, 16 May 2012 11:46:33 GMT

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== Markova's friend (posted by Markova) ==
The spring of 2012 was very wet, but there were a handful of days that were warm and sunny. On one of these days I agreed to try some fairy exhibitionism with my friend "Markova".

She did our make-up, quite heavy with scarlet lips, rouged cheeks and lots of mascara.

We had very similar costumes, except that she was the Bad Fairy all in black, and I was the good one all in white. We started with thongs of course, the type with attached suspenders. These were followed by stockings. Mine had lacy tops; hers had rear seams but plain tops. I very meticulously checked that her seams were dead straight.

We laced each other into corsets, pulling them as tight as we could; she had lent me one of hers. That reduced our waists a bit. The corsets had bra cups and shoulder straps, so we reckoned that made us just about decent without having to wear tops. After all, as she explained, part of the object is to be as daring with your outfit as you can get away with.

Around our waists over the bottom of the corsets went tutus. They were short and stiff and stood out, revealing our stocking tops and allowing anyone who crouched down an excellent upskirt view of our thongs. We then had wide belts to cover our waistbands. Mine was gold and hers was silver. Long gloves covered our arms to above our elbows. Of course our shoes had high stiletto heels. Hers had straps that padlocked on, so that she could not take them off without a key; mine lacked that refinement. We had lots of ostentatious jewellery - a bracelet on each wrist, a necklace and huge dangly earrings - and she had a tiara while I sported a fancy-dress crown. Hers were all silvery and mine were gold, to match our belts (not real silver and gold of course). Naturally we had to have wings, large ones. Mine were of a smooth butterfly shape; hers were irregular and gothic. The final touch was a wand - a star on the end of a stick - each.

A friend drove us to a park, and then we waited inside the gate while he parked. He would discreetly shadow us just in case we needed any help. Just waiting at the gate, we attracted stares from the passersby, but we smiled sweetly at everyone and most smiled back. When we saw our friend return, we headed into the park with him following. We did not walk very fast, as I am not that used to such high heels. The park was quite busy, with many people taking advantage of a rare warm, sunny day. As we walked, we turned from side to side and waved our wands at people. We stuck to the paths, as on the grass our heels would have sunk deep into the damp ground.

More than one man leered or wolf whistled at us. One or two came up and made suggestive remarks, but we just explained that we were fairies and asked if they were. That seemed to put them off! At no time did we feel intimidated. Some people seemed genuinely curious about what we were doing, maybe wondering if it was a film or TV stunt. We just explained that we were trying to cheer people up by bringing a little fairy charm into humdrum lives, and people seemed to appreciate that.

The funniest thing was a little boy asking his grandmother if we could do magic. She replied gravely that we must still be in training and not yet ready to do magic.

We wandered around for about an hour, by which time my feet were certainly killing me, then we returned to the gate and our friend drove us home.

Was it fun? Yes, as a one-off. Would I do it again? Certainly not in stilettos!

== See also ==
* [[Fairy exhibitionism]]

[[Category:Personal Experiences]]

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	;''Rep-cloth'': A relatively cheap and durable fabric which the majority of ordinary kajira garments are made from in the zone of the "northern civilized cities" (though that's not its only use); it is often dyed or printed with floral designs. The basic plant fibres are soft, but the type of cloth used for slave garments is often rather coarsely woven. Some serving slaves owned by free women wear tunics of closely-woven white rep cloth starched to stiffness, which can be relatively modest (as slave garments go). However, kajirae more often wear unstarched clothing of rather thin rep-cloth which is closely clinging and not very concealing (quite revealing when wet). Male slaves (kajiri) more often wear garments of wool than rep-cloth.		;''Rep-cloth'': A relatively cheap and durable fabric which the majority of ordinary kajira garments are made from in the zone of the "northern civilized cities" (though that's not its only use); it is often dyed or printed with floral designs. The basic plant fibres are soft, but the type of cloth used for slave garments is often rather coarsely woven. Some serving slaves owned by free women wear tunics of closely-woven white rep cloth starched to stiffness, which can be relatively modest (as slave garments go). However, kajirae more often wear unstarched clothing of rather thin rep-cloth which is closely clinging and not very concealing (quite revealing when wet). Male slaves (kajiri) more often wear garments of wool than rep-cloth.
	;''Respect'': The difference in attitudes towards free women and towards kajirae can be summed up in the word "respect". Free women (especially high-caste free women who are fellow-citizens of one's own community or city-state) are ordinarily entitled to receive the respect which is due to their position, to preserve their dignity and privacy by means of robes of concealment, and to have their opinions be deferentially listened to. By contrast, a kajira can be loved and cherished, or can be valued for her talents and abilities, but her social position never requires others to behave respectfully towards her, and she has no right to deferential or courteous treatment (since on Gor a slave has no rights at all, and must obey all her or his owner's commands); and she is correspondingly required to display her face and much of her body to public view ("A slave is not permitted pride"). There is a proverb on Gor, "The man who respects a woman does not know what else to do with her", which expresses the common Gorean view that the most natural form of male-female relationship is much closer to a master-kajira relationship than to a Free Companionship between a free man and a free woman. (However, such respect for free women of other families may often be necessary to form a unified community or city which can act as a cohesive unit to fend off other hostile communities or cities...) But a slave is always required to display respect towards free persons. This means, among other things, that a kajira never has a right to have her opinion be heard, and should be very careful in how she contradicts free persons (though she is generally required to be strictly truthful to free persons, unless her owner wishes her to lie). If a free person and a kajira accidentally bump together, then the kajira should always apologize, even if the free person was entirely at fault. The kajira should restrain her use of conversational "zingers", "come backs", and "put downs" to the few specific situations where she knows they will be allowed — even if her master in some moods feels indulgent towards such pert displays of liveliness and spirit, this indulgence may not be shared by other free persons, who will often become enraged at any show of disrespect by a lowly slave.		;''Respect'': The difference in attitudes towards free women and towards kajirae can be summed up in the word "respect". Free women (especially high-caste free women who are fellow-citizens of one's own community or city-state) are ordinarily entitled to receive the respect which is due to their position, to preserve their dignity and privacy by means of robes of concealment, and to have their opinions be deferentially listened to. By contrast, a kajira can be loved and cherished, or can be valued for her talents and abilities, but her social position never requires others to behave respectfully towards her, and she has no right to deferential or courteous treatment (since on Gor a slave has no rights at all, and must obey all her or his owner's commands); and she is correspondingly required to display her face and much of her body to public view ("A slave is not permitted pride"). There is a proverb on Gor, "The man who respects a woman does not know what else to do with her", which expresses the common Gorean view that the most natural form of male-female relationship is much closer to a master-kajira relationship than to a Free Companionship between a free man and a free woman. (However, such respect for free women of other families may often be necessary to form a unified community or city which can act as a cohesive unit to fend off other hostile communities or cities...) But a slave is always required to display respect towards free persons. This means, among other things, that a kajira never has a right to have her opinion be heard, and should be very careful in how she contradicts free persons (though she is generally required to be strictly truthful to free persons, unless her owner wishes her to lie). If a free person and a kajira accidentally bump together, then the kajira should always apologize, even if the free person was entirely at fault. The kajira should restrain her use of conversational "zingers", "come backs", and "put downs" to the few specific situations where she knows they will be allowed — even if her master in some moods feels indulgent towards such pert displays of liveliness and spirit, this indulgence may not be shared by other free persons, who will often become enraged at any show of disrespect by a lowly slave.
-	;''Robes of concealment (free women's attire)'': Everywhere on Gor, it is required that the clothing of kajirae and the clothing of free women be strongly distinguished, so that people can tell at a glance whether a woman is free or slave, and thus be able to react to her appropriately according to her social status. In the zone of the main northern hemisphere cities, this almost always means that the gowns worn by free women in public must be long (falling well below the knees), be made of opaque material (not thin rep-cloth), and have high necklines that fully cover the shoulders. Since kajira garments are always sleeveless, in some cities free women's gowns must have sleeves in order to contrast; however, low-caste women sometimes do wear sleeveless gowns in other cities and regions. Free women also usually wear slip-like undergarments, stockings, and shoes (while kajira attire is generally restricted to one layer only, and kajirae usually go barefoot when the weather permits); however, some impoverished free women, or free women living in certain geographically-remote areas somewhat independent of typical city-state culture, sometimes do wear a gown without undergarments (such as the summer dress of the women of the Alar tribe). High-caste or wealthy women in the cities emphasize their high social status by wearing voluminous "robes of concealment", with many layers of petticoats, and veils covering the face, and in some cases also high platform shoes (which can be almost mini-stilts). Such upper-class free women invest great emotional and symbolic significance in never showing their faces to any free men outside their family — but poor free women in many cities (especially those not in a free companionship) often find it impractical to go veiled, and the custom of face-veiling is unknown in many rural or tribal areas outside the cities. Free women of intermediate social status in areas where veiling is practiced often compromise with a single veil of plain cloth (as opposed to the multiple layers of sheer or semi-sheer veiling worn by upper-class women); in the Tahari desert region, such free women often wear a ''haik'' (black burka). Whether or not a free woman wears a face-veil, one of the main purposes of her clothing is to create a zone of social distance around ~~her~~ in public spaces, and to discourage the curiosity of free men from taking an intrusive or disrespectful form. By contrast, typical kajira attire openly invites the male gaze (and Gorean free men are unembarrassed when subjecting a kajira to thorough scrutiny), and kajirae have no zone of exclusive personal space recognized or respected by free men. If a kajira puts on clothes suitable for free women (without having been ordered by her master to do so), this is tantamount to an escape attempt. And conversely, if a free woman conspicuously or frequently voluntarily wears clothing suitable only for a kajira, this can be considered ''Conduct indicating suitability for the collar'' (see entry above), and result in her enslavement by judicial decree.	+	;''Robes of concealment (free women's attire)'': Everywhere on Gor, it is required that the clothing of kajirae and the clothing of free women be strongly distinguished, so that people can tell at a glance whether a woman is free or slave, and thus be able to react to her appropriately according to her social status. In the zone of the main northern hemisphere cities, this almost always means that the gowns worn by free women in public must be long (falling well below the knees), be made of opaque material (not thin rep-cloth), and have high necklines that fully cover the shoulders. Since kajira garments are always sleeveless, in some cities free women's gowns must have sleeves in order to contrast; however, low-caste women sometimes do wear sleeveless gowns in other cities and regions. Free women also usually wear slip-like undergarments, stockings, and shoes (while kajira attire is generally restricted to one layer only, and kajirae usually go barefoot when the weather permits); however, some impoverished free women, or free women living in certain geographically-remote areas somewhat independent of typical city-state culture, sometimes do wear a gown without undergarments (such as the summer dress of the women of the Alar tribe). High-caste or wealthy women in the cities emphasize their high social status by wearing voluminous "robes of concealment", with many layers of petticoats, and veils covering the face, and in some cases also high platform shoes (which can be almost mini-stilts). Such upper-class free women invest great emotional and symbolic significance in never showing their faces to any free men outside their family — but poor free women in many cities (especially those not in a free companionship) often find it impractical to go veiled, and the custom of face-veiling is unknown in many rural or tribal areas outside the cities. Free women of intermediate social status in areas where veiling is practiced often compromise with a single veil of plain cloth (as opposed to the multiple layers of sheer or semi-sheer veiling worn by upper-class women); in the Tahari desert region, such free women often wear a ''haik'' (black burka). Whether or not a free woman wears a face-veil, one of the main purposes of her clothing is to create a zone of social distance around herself in public spaces, and to discourage the curiosity of free men from taking an intrusive or disrespectful form. By contrast, typical kajira attire openly invites the male gaze (and Gorean free men are unembarrassed when subjecting a kajira to thorough scrutiny), and kajirae have no zone of exclusive personal space recognized or respected by free men. If a kajira puts on clothes suitable for free women (without having been ordered by her master to do so), this is tantamount to an escape attempt. And conversely, if a free woman conspicuously or frequently voluntarily wears clothing suitable only for a kajira, this can be considered ''Conduct indicating suitability for the collar'' (see entry above), and result in her enslavement by judicial decree.
	;''Rope'': Ropes can be used to fashion a rope harness for a kajira to wear, or in an occasional punishment of swathing a kajira in coils of rope. However, cords or strips of leather-like "binding fibre" are greatly preferred to rope for the common uses of binding or securing a kajira. Leading a person by means of a rope noose around her or his neck is associated with captive free persons (who do not wear a collar to which a leash can be conveniently attached), and not with kajirae.		;''Rope'': Ropes can be used to fashion a rope harness for a kajira to wear, or in an occasional punishment of swathing a kajira in coils of rope. However, cords or strips of leather-like "binding fibre" are greatly preferred to rope for the common uses of binding or securing a kajira. Leading a person by means of a rope noose around her or his neck is associated with captive free persons (who do not wear a collar to which a leash can be conveniently attached), and not with kajirae.
-	;''Ruined for freedom'': This phrase is used to describe a kajira who has gone so far down the path of pleasure, service, and obedience, and has so deeply embraced her identity as a slave, that she would not be able to very successfully revert to the role of an autonomous dignified independent free woman, and would not sincerely wish to be freed even if the opportunity were offered to her. So occasionally a kajira begs to have her ears pierced, to make it vanishingly improbable that she would ever be freed (see entry ''Pierced-ear girl'' above). Similarly, a captive woman who has been treated as a kajira for a period of time sometimes begs to be enslaved, so that her outer circumstances will match how she now thinks of herself, and her status will be clear to all. Also, a non-captive free woman can be described as "ruined for freedom" if she develops kajira-like thoughts and feelings which disturb her life as a free woman (whether because she imaginatively puts herself in place of the kajirae she sees around her and empathizes with their feelings about their experiences, or because she herself has undergone some kind of experience which placed her in a kajira-like role). Sometimes such a free woman semi-consciously invites enslavement or "courts the collar" by putting herself in unsafe situations, or "inadvertently" allowing her veils to become disarranged so that men get a glimpse of her features, etc. (The most classic such situation is walking unescorted on high bridges connecting cylinders in the Gorean cities, the area in a city where women are most vulnerable to abduction by swooping tarnsmen of enemy cities. Also, a free woman who enters a paga tavern under false pretenses, having disguised herself as a male youth or as a kajira, can be very unsafe.) Due to restrictive social customs governing free women in Gorean societies, and the measures which free women (especially upper-class women in the cities) have to take to safeguard their autonomy and dignity as free persons, as well as the need for free women to strongly distinguish themselves from kajirae, free women are often inhibited and awkward in their relationships with men, while kajirae can be joyfully uninhibited. For this reason, the opposition between remaining a free woman and becoming a kajira is sometimes presented as a choice between freedom and love.	+	;''Ruined for freedom'': This phrase is used to describe a kajira who has gone so far down the path of pleasure, service, and obedience, and has so deeply embraced her identity as a slave, that she would not be able to very successfully revert to the role of an autonomous dignified independent free woman, and would not sincerely wish to be freed even if the opportunity were offered to her. So occasionally a kajira begs to have her ears pierced, to make it vanishingly improbable that she would ever be freed (see entry ''Pierced-ear girl'' above). Similarly, a captive free woman who has been treated as a kajira for a period of time sometimes begs to be enslaved, so that her outer circumstances will match how she now thinks of herself, and her status will be clear to all. Also, a non-captive free woman can be described as "ruined for freedom" if she develops kajira-like thoughts and feelings which disturb her life as a free woman (whether because she imaginatively puts herself in place of the kajirae she sees around her and empathizes with their feelings about their experiences, or because she herself has undergone some kind of experience which placed her in a kajira-like role). Sometimes such a free woman semi-consciously invites enslavement or "courts the collar" by putting herself in unsafe situations, or "inadvertently" allowing her veils to become disarranged so that men get a glimpse of her features, etc. (The most classic such situation is walking unescorted on high bridges connecting cylinders in the Gorean cities, the area in a city where women are most vulnerable to abduction by swooping tarnsmen of enemy cities. Also, a free woman who enters a paga tavern under false pretenses, having disguised herself as a male youth or as a kajira, can be very unsafe.) Due to restrictive social customs governing free women in Gorean societies, and the measures which free women (especially upper-class women in the cities) have to take to safeguard their autonomy and dignity as free persons, as well as the need for free women to strongly distinguish themselves from kajirae, free women are often inhibited and awkward in their relationships with men, while kajirae can be joyfully uninhibited. For this reason, the opposition between remaining a free woman and becoming a kajira is sometimes presented as a choice between freedom and love.
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	;''Sack gown'': A grain-sack made of rather coarse fabric, which has been converted into a long dress by being opened at one end, and having slits or holes cut at the other end to create armholes and a neckhole, is sometimes worn by young teenage girls of low-caste poor families in certain rural regions of Gor. Such a sack gown or dress is often considered the lowest-status garment appropriate for a free female to wear, and for this reason it can also be worn by captive women (and when a sack dress is worn by a fully-grown woman, it fits more tightly around her body and the hemline falls higher on her legs). If a captive woman is not to be treated as a full slave (or is not yet to be treated as a full slave), but is also not to be treated as an honoured hostage, then being made to wear a sack dress emphasizes her lowly captive/prisoner status without asserting effective slave status — since a sack dress is not a kajira garment. (However, a sack dress is sleeveless, and when it is worn by a captive woman, she would commonly be barefoot, without undergarments, and unveiled; these are all factors associated with kajira garments or with the garments of low-caste/poor/rural/tribal women, so that a wealthy or upper-caste woman of the city-states would generally feel wearing such a sack dress to be deeply humiliating.) And abducted women who are considered neither worth enslaving nor worth holding for ransom (or who their captors wish to imply are not worth enslaving or holding for ransom, in order to insult their families or communities) are sometimes released near their home cities wearing sack dresses.		;''Sack gown'': A grain-sack made of rather coarse fabric, which has been converted into a long dress by being opened at one end, and having slits or holes cut at the other end to create armholes and a neckhole, is sometimes worn by young teenage girls of low-caste poor families in certain rural regions of Gor. Such a sack gown or dress is often considered the lowest-status garment appropriate for a free female to wear, and for this reason it can also be worn by captive women (and when a sack dress is worn by a fully-grown woman, it fits more tightly around her body and the hemline falls higher on her legs). If a captive woman is not to be treated as a full slave (or is not yet to be treated as a full slave), but is also not to be treated as an honoured hostage, then being made to wear a sack dress emphasizes her lowly captive/prisoner status without asserting effective slave status — since a sack dress is not a kajira garment. (However, a sack dress is sleeveless, and when it is worn by a captive woman, she would commonly be barefoot, without undergarments, and unveiled; these are all factors associated with kajira garments or with the garments of low-caste/poor/rural/tribal women, so that a wealthy or upper-caste woman of the city-states would generally feel wearing such a sack dress to be deeply humiliating.) And abducted women who are considered neither worth enslaving nor worth holding for ransom (or who their captors wish to imply are not worth enslaving or holding for ransom, in order to insult their families or communities) are sometimes released near their home cities wearing sack dresses.

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	A '''jackknife''' tie is a [[bondage]] position in which the [[victim]]'s body is held bent in half like a jackknife. To achieve this, the legs are tied together at the knees and ankles, the [[wrist]]s are tied together and then the victim bends at the waist and has the wrists and ankles fastened together.		A '''jackknife''' tie is a [[bondage]] position in which the [[victim]]'s body is held bent in half like a jackknife. To achieve this, the legs are tied together at the knees and ankles, the [[wrist]]s are tied together and then the victim bends at the waist and has the wrists and ankles fastened together.
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	Unlike a [[hogtie]], the [[buttocks\|bottom]] is left completely accessible for [[spanking]] or other treatment.		Unlike a [[hogtie]], the [[buttocks\|bottom]] is left completely accessible for [[spanking]] or other treatment.

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Story: At the Office

Markova — Sun, 13 May 2012 16:36:28 GMT

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<center>'''At the Office<br>by Markova'''</center>

What was I doing, working in the office so early on a Saturday morning - and on my birthday, too?

Well, it was partly my fault, I suppose. There was a vitally important project I was the lead researcher for, and it was all very hush-hush and urgent. Our competitors would really love to see what I was doing. I wasn't allowed to take any of the papers out of the office, so I couldn't work at home. Anyway, there would be a review meeting in the office in a few hours. Yes, it really was so urgent that all the bigwigs were coming in on a Saturday, too, though of course nothing like so early as I'd done. So it was my fault I hadn't stayed late enough last night to finish it.

Needing a quick break, I turned round in my swivel chair, and looked out of the window at the almost totally deserted car park. A car drew up and a man got out. He seemed to be quite tall and muscular, and he had a beard and sunglasses. Odd that anyone would need to wear sunglasses on an overcast morning. He was carrying a holdall. Who was he? Well, I'd better get on with my work.

With probably nobody else on my floor, there were no distractions about, and I was soon progressing much faster than I had the previous day. Indeed, I had nearly finished by the time that I heard a loud knock at the door. "Come in," I called, wondering who on earth it could be. In came the man from the car park, carrying a hold-all. Seen up close, he looked quite a hunk, with well-muscled arms and a flat stomach. He was still wearing his wrap-round sunglasses, even indoors, and I could see that his beard was a fake. I also noticed that he was wearing cotton gloves.

"Hello," he said, in a rich and friendly voice. I was so startled to see him that for a minute I just stared. He looked back with what seemed through the beard to be a warm smile.

"Let me guess," I said. "You're a stripper. The guys remembered it was my birthday today so they sent you as a surprise treat."

"No, no, I'm not a stripper ... I'm ... er ... I'm a magician. Watch!" He put his hand into his bag and pulled out a length of white rope. "Now, if you'd like to be my assistant, I'll tie you to your chair and then I can show you a trick."

Well, I'd wanted to be a magician's assistant ever since I was a little girl, and all the other kids had magicians at their birthday parties and of course it was always the birthday child who got to be the assistant. I'd never ever had a magician at my birthday party and I'd always resented it. Here at last was my chance. I had very nearly finished my work, so I could spare some time for this.

"I'm going to start by wrapping up your fingers in sticky tape so you won't be able to undo any knots," he explained. "Hold your hands out, please." I did so, and he put the rope in his pocket, took a roll of wide parcel tape from his bag, and wrapped it very tightly around my fingers. He soon had my fingers absolutely useless and immobilised.

"If you'll just stand up, please, and step away from the chair a second," he said. I did so, and he stood behind me. "Now, just put your hands together behind your back, palms pressed firmly together." He wrapped the rope tightly round my wrists, and then put a couple of turns at right angles to the loops, making the rope even tighter. Then he wrapped more sticky tape around my hands, so that they had to remain pressed together.

"Now, we're really going to do this properly," he continued, getting more rope and wrapping it around my elbows. He spent a little time pushing my elbows closer and tightening the rope. "Hey, you can get your elbows to touch. That's cool!" It was a bit of a strain having my arms in that position, with my shoulders forced back. Also, it made me thrust out my breasts, so my blouse got a bit tight at the front.

"Now, we need to make sure this elbow rope can't slip off too easily," he said. He wrapped more rope around the elbow tie, and fastened it in front, just below my unnaturally protruding breasts. He then put some turns round my lower arms and waist, pulling the rope tight. This pinned my arms to my back, depriving them of all freedom.

"Can you just sit down on the chair and lean back," he asked. I did so, and soon there were tight coils of rope, above and below my breasts, pinning me to the high chair back. My already immobilised arms were trapped between my body and the chair, and I was sitting on my hands, which was rather uncomfortable.

"Let's see to your legs next. We'll tie your knees together." He soon had them pressed together with yet more rope from his bag. How much of that stuff did he have?

"Now, your skirt's in the way; hold on." He pushed the hem of my skirt up to my waist. I was a bit embarrassed that he could probably see my panties, but we were on our own and nobody else could see us. He then wrapped several turns of rope around my thighs and the seat, pinning me even more tightly to the chair.

"The next bit might be easier if we remove your shoes." He did that, then pulled my feet back and tied my ankles together, wrapping the rope around the chair support. My feet were now well clear of the floor. I could hardly move any part of my body, being secured so thoroughly to the chair.

"Close your eyes tightly." I did so, and felt him pressing large blobs of cold goo on them, filling my eye sockets. I then felt something being wrapped tightly around and around my head. "This is just a bandage to hold this stuff in place. It probably feels a little cold at the moment, but that won't last. You know, it's amazingly difficult to blindfold someone completely, but this works very well." He was right; not a glimmer of light was reaching my eyes.

"Open your mouth, please." I did so, and in went something that felt like a balloon. Ah, balloons, I thought, with a shiver of excitement - the conjuring must be about to start! I felt a strap going across my cheeks, being pulled tight and buckled behind the back of my neck. "I'm just going to pump this up." Hurrah, I was right; it was a balloon! But my elation was short-lived. The thing rapidly got bigger and bigger until it filled my mouth to bursting. It pressed down on my tongue, and went right to the back of my mouth, nearly choking me. It was most uncomfortable, and I was very effectively gagged.

To my great relief, he eventually stopped pumping. But then there was a new sensation, as I felt something being wrapped around my cheeks and jaw. "This is a muzzle," he explained. "It makes the gag even more effective." He tugged and pulled to make the thing as tight as he could. It immobilised my jaw, and pushed in my cheeks that had swollen out because of the thing in my mouth.

He tipped up my chair and laid it flat on the floor.

"I'll just secure your chair to the legs of your desk ... There. You won't be able to move the chair ... And now for my trick. I'll print off this report that you've been doing, and I'll make it all vanish."

I went rigid with shock. He was an industrial spy, and he was stealing my work! And I had willingly let him make me completely helpless, so I could do nothing to stop him. I struggled to free myself, but it was futile. I made as much noise as I could, but I knew even as I did it that there would be nobody nearby who could hear me. The security guards would all be in the foyer, three stories below. The printer chugged away for a few minutes, and then went silent. I heard the man walk out, and the door being locked behind him.

There I lay, immobile, blind and speechless.

It would probably be hours before anyone came to look for me.

The End

==See Also==

* [[Stories|List of stories]]

[[Category:Stories]]
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		+	* [[Story: At the Office\|At the Office]] by [[User:Markova\|Markova]]
	* [[Story: Breathing\|Breathing]] by [[User: Speedoslover\|Speedoslover]]		* [[Story: Breathing\|Breathing]] by [[User: Speedoslover\|Speedoslover]]
	* [[Story: In and out of a Catsuit\|In and out of a Catsuit]] by [[User:Catsuit\|Catsuit]]		* [[Story: In and out of a Catsuit\|In and out of a Catsuit]] by [[User:Catsuit\|Catsuit]]

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Glove fetishism

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	Gloves may be cuff length, or come to just short of or just over the elbow, or up to the armpit (opera-style). Some glove fetishists prefer certain lengths, for example ones that come almost to the armpit (called '''opera gloves''', especially in the USA) or just cuff length. Some also like them as a part of an outfit, such as the [[medical fetishism\|nurse]], the [[police fetish\|policewoman]] (Japanese outfit), the [[French maid]] and so forth.		Gloves may be cuff length, or come to just short of or just over the elbow, or up to the armpit (opera-style). Some glove fetishists prefer certain lengths, for example ones that come almost to the armpit (called '''opera gloves''', especially in the USA) or just cuff length. Some also like them as a part of an outfit, such as the [[medical fetishism\|nurse]], the [[police fetish\|policewoman]] (Japanese outfit), the [[French maid]] and so forth.
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		+	Long close-fitting gloves may have buttons on the wrist to allow the gloves to be put on and taken off more easily. This is essential if they are made of non-stretchy material like leather.

	Apart from their appearance, some individuals go as far as using them on oneself or others as a form of sexual stimulation. The ones most commonly used for this are usually latex gloves, such as those doctors/nurses use for examination, while others prefer the household [[rubber]] glove. The appeal behind the household glove may be due to the colours they come in but also offering what the latex examination gloves cannot. The household glove are thicker, some more than others depending on what their use is.		Apart from their appearance, some individuals go as far as using them on oneself or others as a form of sexual stimulation. The ones most commonly used for this are usually latex gloves, such as those doctors/nurses use for examination, while others prefer the household [[rubber]] glove. The appeal behind the household glove may be due to the colours they come in but also offering what the latex examination gloves cannot. The household glove are thicker, some more than others depending on what their use is.

Bottom bondage

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-	'''Bottom bondage''' or ''buttock bondage'' is the placement of ropes tightly round the base of each [[buttock]]. The idea is to make the bottom bulge out, either for aesthetic reasons or to prepare the bound person for [[spanking]] or [[cane\|caning]].	+	'''Bottom bondage''' or ''buttock bondage'' is the placement of ropes tightly round the base of each [[buttock]]. The idea is to make the bottom bulge out, either for aesthetic reasons or to prepare the bound person for [[spanking]] or [[cane\|caning]]. Such bondage is sometimes an integral part of an elaborate [[rope bondage]].

	It is difficult to get the ropes to stay in place. A fixing rope round the front, across the [[groin]], and a [[crotch rope]] are usually needed, and the bound person should stand upright or lie flat and not be allowed to bend at the waist.		It is difficult to get the ropes to stay in place. A fixing rope round the front, across the [[groin]], and a [[crotch rope]] are usually needed, and the bound person should stand upright or lie flat and not be allowed to bend at the waist.

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	* [[Sensory deprivation]]: Heavy [[latex]] or [[leather (material)\|leather]] hoods can be used by the dominant partner to control the sub's ability to see and hear. This will enhance the sub's feelings of helplessness and loss of control in a [[scene]]. Inbuilt [[gags]] are often used to increase still further the sense of helplessness by limiting the ability of the sub to communicate. Heavy hoods can greatly increase the efficacy of a gag, reducing the ability of the gagged person to make any sound.		* [[Sensory deprivation]]: Heavy [[latex]] or [[leather (material)\|leather]] hoods can be used by the dominant partner to control the sub's ability to see and hear. This will enhance the sub's feelings of helplessness and loss of control in a [[scene]]. Inbuilt [[gags]] are often used to increase still further the sense of helplessness by limiting the ability of the sub to communicate. Heavy hoods can greatly increase the efficacy of a gag, reducing the ability of the gagged person to make any sound.
	* Transformation: Animal hoods can be used as part of an [[animal transformation fantasy]], giving the wearer the features of, say, a dog. The transformation can be more abstract; hoods used in [[pony play]] often have holes at the top of the hood to allow long hair to be pulled through or have false hair attached to the top of the hood, forming a cascade not unlike a horse's tail.		* Transformation: Animal hoods can be used as part of an [[animal transformation fantasy]], giving the wearer the features of, say, a dog. The transformation can be more abstract; hoods used in [[pony play]] often have holes at the top of the hood to allow long hair to be pulled through or have false hair attached to the top of the hood, forming a cascade not unlike a horse's tail.
-	* Visual impact: Hoods have a strong visual appeal, especially highly coloured latex designs, and are very popular as [[Dress_code\|club wear]].	+	* Visual impact: Hoods have a strong visual appeal, especially highly coloured [[latex]] designs, and are very popular as [[Dress_code\|club wear]].
	* Total enclosure: Many fetishists are turned on by the [[zentai\|second skin]] elements of fetishism; hoods form an integral part of this.		* Total enclosure: Many fetishists are turned on by the [[zentai\|second skin]] elements of fetishism; hoods form an integral part of this.
-	* As a [[head_bondage\|bondage]] device: Hoods can ~~encorporate attachement~~ points for ropes and chains to secure the head as part of a bondage scene.	+	* As a [[head_bondage\|bondage]] device: Hoods can incorporate attachment points for ropes and chains to secure the head as part of a bondage scene.
	* To disguise the wearer: Hoods can also serve the function of disguising identity when desired, for example at [[play parties]].		* To disguise the wearer: Hoods can also serve the function of disguising identity when desired, for example at [[play parties]].

Copping a feel

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-	'''Copping a feel''' means feeling another person's [[breast]]s, [[buttocks]] or [[crotch]]. Often, it will involve surprising someone by the action.	+	'''Copping a feel''' means feeling another person's [[breast]]s, [[buttocks]] or [[crotch]]. Often, it will involve surprising someone by the action. Alrternatively, it can be a technique for mild [[humiliation]] or an opening technique in a [[tie and tease]].

Glove fetishism

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	*[http://xeboards.com/wigbl/index.php Women in Gloves, Boots and Leather]		*[http://xeboards.com/wigbl/index.php Women in Gloves, Boots and Leather]
	*[http://www.ladiesinleathergloves.com Beautiful Women Wearing Leather Gloves]		*[http://www.ladiesinleathergloves.com Beautiful Women Wearing Leather Gloves]
		+	*[http://www.luxtenebrae.com/gloves-opera.html Handmade Kid Leather Opera Glove]

	== See also ==		== See also ==

Bondage opera glove

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-	'''Bondage Opera Gloves''' are arm-length (from end of fingers to arm pit) sleeves to immobilise the arm of the wearer. The "hand" of the glove may be patterned after a five-finger glove, or a mitten with or without prehensile thumb.	+	'''Bondage Opera Gloves''' are arm-length (from end of fingers to arm pit) sleeves to immobilise the arm of the wearer. (The nme comes from the term "opera glove" to denote a ladies' glove that comes almost to the armpit.) The "hand" of the glove may be patterned after a five-finger glove, or a mitten with or without prehensile thumb.

-	The gloves can have several [[D-ring]]s along their length allowing the wearer to have their arms held parallel to each other, or to force the arms into a [[box tie]], or to create an [[Elbow_bondage#Extensions\|elbow harness]]	+	The gloves can have several [[D-ring]]s along their length allowing the wearer to have their arms held parallel to each other, or to force the arms into a [[box tie]], or to create an [[Elbow_bondage#Extensions\|elbow harness]].

	== External links ==		== External links ==

Opera glove

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Glove fetishism

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	'''Glove fetishism''' is a (sexual) [[fetish]] where an individual is obsessed and fixated by another or oneself wearing gloves on their hands. In some cases, the fetish is enhanced by the material of the glove, e.g. [[leather (material)\|leather]], cotton, [[latex]], [[satin]], [[spandex]] or nylon. Often, the actions of a gloved hand are as arousing as the glove itself, because the glove provides a [[second skin]], or in other words a fetishistic surrogate for the wearer's own skin. Subtle movements by the gloved fingers or the hand as a whole can provide the individual with a great visual stimulus and ultimately sexual arousal. The act of putting gloves on, or slipping them off the hands, can also be a source of glove fetish fantasy.		'''Glove fetishism''' is a (sexual) [[fetish]] where an individual is obsessed and fixated by another or oneself wearing gloves on their hands. In some cases, the fetish is enhanced by the material of the glove, e.g. [[leather (material)\|leather]], cotton, [[latex]], [[satin]], [[spandex]] or nylon. Often, the actions of a gloved hand are as arousing as the glove itself, because the glove provides a [[second skin]], or in other words a fetishistic surrogate for the wearer's own skin. Subtle movements by the gloved fingers or the hand as a whole can provide the individual with a great visual stimulus and ultimately sexual arousal. The act of putting gloves on, or slipping them off the hands, can also be a source of glove fetish fantasy.

-	Gloves may be cuff length, or come to just short of or just over the elbow, or up to the armpit (opera-style). Some glove fetishists prefer certain lengths, for example the opera~~-style ones~~ or just cuff length. Some also like them as a part of an outfit, such as the [[medical fetishism\|nurse]], the [[police fetish\|policewoman]] (Japanese outfit), the [[French maid]] and so forth.	+	Gloves may be cuff length, or come to just short of or just over the elbow, or up to the armpit (opera-style). Some glove fetishists prefer certain lengths, for example ones that come almost to the armpit (called '''opera gloves''', especially in the USA) or just cuff length. Some also like them as a part of an outfit, such as the [[medical fetishism\|nurse]], the [[police fetish\|policewoman]] (Japanese outfit), the [[French maid]] and so forth.

	Apart from their appearance, some individuals go as far as using them on oneself or others as a form of sexual stimulation. The ones most commonly used for this are usually latex gloves, such as those doctors/nurses use for examination, while others prefer the household [[rubber]] glove. The appeal behind the household glove may be due to the colours they come in but also offering what the latex examination gloves cannot. The household glove are thicker, some more than others depending on what their use is.		Apart from their appearance, some individuals go as far as using them on oneself or others as a form of sexual stimulation. The ones most commonly used for this are usually latex gloves, such as those doctors/nurses use for examination, while others prefer the household [[rubber]] glove. The appeal behind the household glove may be due to the colours they come in but also offering what the latex examination gloves cannot. The household glove are thicker, some more than others depending on what their use is.

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	== See also ==		== See also ==
		+	* [[Fairy exhibitionism - personal experiences]]
	* [[Exhibitionism]]		* [[Exhibitionism]]
	* [[Humiliation]]		* [[Humiliation]]

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	* [[Tanga]]		* [[Tanga]]
	* [[Panty fetishism]]		* [[Panty fetishism]]
		+	* [[Crotchless clothing]]

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	[[Category:Fetish]]		[[Category:Fetish]]