#402426 - Fetiche 6 1 Eros Goldstripe 1974
Fetiche, Volume 6, Number 1
Eros Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware
1974
digital replica
A magazine with four pictorials and two prose pieces, Fetiche, Volume 6, Number 1, focuses on footwear. While blurbs that accompany photos refer to relationships with men, none appear with the sexy models.
Hell on Heels
Janet poses in two costumes. One consists of leather corset, nylons, long leather gloves and knee boots, holding a long whip. Another outfit exposes her fine form in lacy garter belt, stockings, short gloves and high-heeled platform sandals, holding a cat-o'-nine tails.
Slave of the Shoe — short story
We meet wealthy Marcus in a suite at a deluxe hotel, reminiscing about his late wife, Carmen. Sonia arrives with assistant Alicia, young and blond, and a large suitcase.
. . . . for Sonia, the essence of sexual relations between man and woman was totally centered on emasculation, in both the physical and psychological senses of the word. She was a sexual specialist, a woman who used her beauty only for the purpose of arousal and seduction, with the goal of domination and humiliation of her partner as her end. She was a professional as well, and the concept of paid servitude was an integral part of her sadism, for one paid dearly for Sonia's services, or rather, the opportunity to serve Sonia. . . .
The young blonde stepped forward and cracked Marcus across the face with the handle of the whip, thrusting a pair of panties, some nylons and a pair of high heels into his arms. He accepted the garments with a gentle touch, reveling in the dimished intensity of the stinging on his cheek. Sonia lashed out with her boot heel . . . .
He pulled the silky elastic garment over his erection, trapping the loathsome member beneath the topmost band of tight stretched material, and Sonia stepped forward to examine his crotch, reaching out with her studded, gloved hand to make sure that he was properly excited, then slapping him soundly across the face to hurry his final dressing.
He pulled on the hose, common, simple nylons, and the women assisted him fastening the garters and placing the pink high heels on his feet, and then they pushed him away, and laughing cruelly at him, began to use their whips on him. . . .
Where There's a Will, There's a Whip
A slender blond, Sarah poses in a red, studded, buckled corset, short gloves and two-tone, knee-high boots holding a cat-o'-nine tails. Next, we see her in black leather corset, long gloves, nylons, and pumps with five-inch heels. No panties.
The Blond is a Bitch
Statuesque Sandra relaxes in her parlor, and presents her long, braided whip and cat. Wearing only corset, stockings and boots, she seems to snarl at the camera.
Spotlight on Simplicity in Sexual Deviation — article
The writer speculates about the origins of sexual deviation and other subjects.
Brought to its ultimate simplicity, a man's love for a woman is based on the fact that she activates the archetypal image of the Anima, the feminine counterpart of his own psyche, deep buried in the Unconscious. A man looks at a girl. He says, "She is beautiful, adorable, my dreams come true." His friend looks at the same woman and asks "Are you crazy?" Both are right. For the man who finds in this woman a reflection of his own delicate, Unconscious femininity, she is a "dream come true", literally. She is the "woman of his dreams"—to him.
Unfortunately, to herself she is not! And here lies so much of the heartbreak of love. The woman I "fall in love with" is NOT my dream-girl. She is a young woman with a hearty appetite for grilled steak and mushrooms, a shallow mind, a lot of ambition bordering on greed, and rheumatism! When she asks me "Do you really love me?" she is voicing a reasonable doubt. The truth is that I LUST after her because as a male animal I need a female animal. But I "love" the Anima, the archetypal image of femininity in my own soul, who responds to certain characteristics of the young woman of my choice, BUT IS NOT HER.
The only possible answer to the girl's question, "Do you really love me?", should you wish to get further involved with her, is a warm and kindly "Yes, darling, of course I do." It will not be true, but it will make her happy, and that counts for much in this sad world.
Slave Driver
In a blond wig, Madame Margot poses around the house in corsets, gloves, nylons, boots, pumps and superb sling-backs with spike heels.
Madame Margot doesn't get off on simply bossing a whimpering hubby around, or in snapping out orders to all and sundry servants. Madame Margot is a true specialist, a sexual specialist. Her brand of slave driving is of an entirely different order than your run of the mill husband and wife domestic team. Madame Margot believes in the innate superiority of the female sex — superiority in all areas of life, including the physical. Her slaves come to her voluntarily, and they pay her, brother do they pay her. They are men convinced of Margot's infinite power, and after each lesson in obedience and humiliation, they crave the sting of her lash even more than they did before. Once driven, they return again and again for exquisite, agonizing pain.
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