For Love of Lingerie and its Removal

Lingerie Can Go Nice, or it Can Go Naughty, but it’s Gotta Go!

If you’ve watched any porn, which I assume you have since you’re reading this blog, you know that lingerie is a big part of porn that features women or the feminization of men. It can include stockings, panties, a bra, a filmy nightgown, a waist cincher or corset, and a shocking amount of neon fishnet.

Having watched all that porn, you know that lingerie is a short-term commitment. It either finds its way to the floor as part of the now ubiquitous tease intro or throughout the process of seduction, however rough that may turn out to be. Whether the lingerie in question survives the process of removal is entirely another question. Its inevitable removal is a near certainty, though.

The hardcore lingerie fetishist can delight in the occasional waist cincher that remains until the last minute or stockings that look great and provide a target for seminal deposits of appreciation, but the former is far less frequent than the latter. Stockings are eternal and nearly impossible to separate from porn, although the legs that wear them prove easier to separate than those in the “real” world, wherever that is.

My favorite personal memories of lingerie are of those doomed to destruction. The time in the kitchen when the hose, not stockings, were shredded in order to find the special treat behind the filmy fabric. The time in the dungeon when my prom dress, which is not technically a piece of lingerie but was certainly as sheer as one, was ripped all to hell.

It may seem an easy feat to shred a simple piece of mesh, lace, or cotton, but it sometimes requires a surprising amount of effort. Sometimes something sharp. Like a knife or a pair of scissors. And a steady hand because you do not want to be cutting off anything that can’t be easily replaced at Fredrick’s of Hollywood or Victoria’s Secret or favorite adult product vendor or wherever other women and hot porn chicks buy their unmentionables. For me, it’s Torrid. Just in case you’re keeping track. Size 18/20 or a 2x in most cases. You know. Just in case.

The thing with destroyed lingerie is that it’s so tempting to find secondary purposes for. Who hasn’t heard of using stockings as wrist restraints? Sounds sexy as hell, but those things get tighter and more restrictive as one struggles, which, again, sounds sexy as hell, but when your fingers start turning blue and you can’t find the emergency shears you forgot to buy, it’s just a pain with potential legal implications.

Why we feel so compelled to destroy beautiful things is a question for the ages, but when it comes to neon fishnet, whether it’s worn on the legs or elsewhere, I completely understand the urge. That shit is blinding. And when they combine neon pink with neon yellow? My soul cries just a little bit for the future of fashion and eye health. Best to rip the hell out of those weaves and let your freak flag fly, but with certain style taste boundaries.

And then we have the femme-dommes. They use lingerie in an entirely different way. Instead of it enhancing their femininity in a soft and yielding way they weaponize it, using it like erotic armor that lures men with a longing for sexual submission, however brief, in the presence of a beautiful and powerful female presence. You’re a lot less likely to see lace and neon fishnets on a femme-domme, and chances of the garments that enhance their attraction surviving whatever comes once/if they come off are good.

In fact, the very materials that compose a bra, corset, dress, or even stockings can be the object of fetish devotion. Vinyl, PVC, leather, rubber; anything shiny, uncomfortable, and form-fitting. Fishnets figure in there, too, but once you’ve gone black you’ll never go back to neon. Unless the kink scene you’re participating in involves visual torture.

Footwear isn’t technically “lingerie,” but for most people, one goes with the other like a foot in a shoe. Stocking feet are a serious turn-on for the foot fetishist in the audience but before we can get there, a shoe is usually involved. A shoe with either a strap running across it like my favorite, the Mary Jane style, towering on platforms or teetering on pointed heels. If all goes well, we’ll go more in-depth about this in a future blog.

In the meantime, it’s the holiday season and the perfect time to dress up when you dress down. For those of us who hope to do more than just wear our lingerie, remember that neon yellow and neon pink are not holiday colors. Maybe during Mardi Gras, but not during the early winter holidays, and certainly not on New Year’s Eve. I beg of you.