Showing posts with label collars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label collars. Show all posts

Monday, April 13, 2009

The Perfect Fetish Accessory

I'm a bit of a clothes horse, at least when it comes to work wear. Not a fashion victim, not a fop, and certainly not a dandy. I will, however, answer to dapper, pulled together, and well turned out. However, I am at a bit of a loss when thinking about an outfit for a fetish party. Not that I've ever been to a fetish party, mind you. Never been to a fetish party in my life. I do want to go, but the haunting question is what would I wear? Axe wrote recently about a guy's fetish dress for success dilema. For a guy like me, the trick is how to be different, yet classic.

While I have an outfit in mind, I think the perfect fetish accessory is the bow tie. Indeed, the venerable Wall Street Journal has come out and said the bow tie is cool and is making a comeback. That the WSJ is proclaiming a staple item of my workaday wardrobe to be cool may be reason enough to abandon it. But that aside, there are many reasons why I love a bow tie as part of a kink ensemble.

A bow tie is the perfect pervertable collar. You can wear it with a suit and look dashingly cool with that devil-may-care edge of nerdy chic. But shed your clothes and re-tie the bow around your neck and you have a colorful collar. I'm going to have the tailor at my local dry cleaner sew a D-ring into a black and blue bow and call it my perfect clandestine, pervertable fetish accessory. Tied tight and sure, a domme could drag me around a dungeon floor all night long on my self tied bow. During the day I could definitely wear this functional bow tie collar under a nice white shirt and pair it with a navy chalk stripe wool suit. The pervert just aches to break out of his besuited disguise.

As well, the bow tie bespeaks a throw back to a bygone era of service. Waiters, maitre'ds, old timey movie/theatre ushers all wore them. And they were real bow ties. Guys knew how to tie a bow. This skill evoked a certain masculine sartorial credibility, yet the whole bow tie thing is decidedly submissive. But no clip-ons, please. Club Fem, a lifestyle femme-domme group here in NYC, includes a leather bow tie as part of it's "uniform" for slaves. Sorry, but unless you're letting me tie my own, it's a deal breaker. A friend suggested I petition the group for a change in the rules and then offer workshops in the art of tying on a bow tie. Hmmmm ... we shall see.

I have a sixties vintage Sergeant Pepper-esque, drum major style tuxedo jacket in black and blue. I figure that, a black t-shirt, some rock 'n rolla black satin pants and a pair of ballet slippers would make a very nice fetish outfit. Top it off with my special clandestine bow tie collar and I'd be ready for anything.

There's just something wonderfully inspiring and classic about bringing a domme anything when wearing nothing but a bow tie - that I've tied myself. Classic...like Diana Rigg as Emma Peel. Oh to bring her anything, wearing only a bow tie