Christina Aguilera is into fetish gear and clothing
2010 | 7:37 pm
Erik von Gutenberg likes Christina Aguilera in fetish clothing!
CHRISTINA Aguilera has a kinky side — she loves to wear “fetish gear”!
The Dirrty hitmaker says shooting the video for her raunchy new song Not Myself Tonight was “torture” because of the tight latex clothing — but she enjoyed it!
“For my video shoot I didn’t go to bed until five in the morning… in the freezing rain, in the cold, wearing a two-piece red latex outfit. Torture!” she said.
“I got nauseous with exhaustion from the video shoot. It was just a long day.
“Did I get a skin allergy from the latex? I did get a little bit of a rash at one point. Where? Next question!
“I’m really into fetish gear and latex is really making a strong statement for me. Good body contours.
“Has my husband worn it? I would not know! And I’ll never know! You don’t want to get your b**ls caught in that.
“Have I ever toned it down? Never! Well, maybe when I was pregnant. There was no latex then.”
Christina — who raises son Max with her husband Jordan Bratman — recently insisted she won’t let motherhood stop her from being sexy.
“He’s going to grow up in a household where he knows mommy expresses herself artistically and some of that will have to reflect itself sexually too at times,” she said earlier this year.
“He’s going to learn to respect the fact that women are allowed to express themselves and not feel shameful about their bodies or their sexuality.”
Source: http://www.showbizspy.com/article/205627/christina-aguilera-im-into-fetish-gear.html
So another Montréal Fetish Weekend has come and gone. In a nutshell, there are two very distinct and strikingly different points of view to consider when attempting to author a summation of the long weekend’s festivities:
Equally true, though, and in total objectivity and fairness, there were some aspects of the Montréal Fetish Weekend – after having five years of experience to rely upon – should have been better planned and executed. There were also several questionable incidents and “performances†that (to both an experienced purist and a relative newcomer alike) could best be described as “avoidable†and “inappropriate†at best – and downright offensive at worst.
The air at the host hotel, the Hotel Gouverneur, was electric from the moment Lady J and I first pulled up to the front door. Coincidentally, we were greeted by the fabulous and alluring Mistress Katina (one of Toronto’s best-known professional Dominas and a truly enticing and engaging spirit) before we even exited the car (affectionately named “Bettyâ€, as in “Good Old Reliable Betty Boopâ€). In her usual effusive, engaging and completely affectionate way, Mistress Katina gave us both a warm reception – greatly appreciated after the five-hour drive to Montréal – and positively informed us that she “expected, as usual, to have a great time.†While Lady J excused herself and went inside to attend to the matters of checking in, I was introduced to some other members of Mistress Katina’s immediate circle of friends – some incredible people who would play an enormous role in helping me laugh and relax with their amazing humour, wit and charm well into the wee hours of the Saturday night to come. After saying our “a bientots†to Mistress Katina and her gaggle of gorgeous friends, I joined Lady J in a fairly lengthy line-up of fetish folks checking into the hotel – and all in good spirits and excitedly looking forward to the weekend ahead. As mentioned, it was an electric start to the event and we were both looking forward to seeing more at Friday Night’s opening party at Le Club Cleopatra. The evening got even better as Lady J’s incredible Handmaiden, the incomparable Angelically Depraved and her adoring husband, the over-the-top handsome Skull Bill (both making an exhausting 13 hour drive from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to be with us for the weekend) arrived to share the room (and the next several days) in anticipated revelry. After a quick bite to eat, our foursome got dressed: Lady J chose to wear a collection of leather goodness consisting of a long, butter-soft leather skirt, an absolutely perfect over-the-bust leather corset procured earlier in the year from Northbound Leather, shoulder length leather gloves paired with very tall platform gothic buckle boots, and topped off with a custom-made chain and leather neck piece. Angelically Depraved was adorned in a custom-designed chain and leather halter and skirt that to describe as “just a little revealing†would be one of the classic understatements of the entire weekend. Skull Bill and I … well, we’re men. Our choice of attire was considerably more toned down and far less interesting, but I must say of the two of us, Skull Bill truly looked far, far better than I in his trappings throughout the weekend. Friday evening was truly no exception. After taking a few photos, we headed down the street and into the night … and unfortunately, that’s all I can report that was “good” about Friday night.
Saturday Night, though … was exceptional. The Latextacy Ball was, in absolute fairness, worth the drive to Montréal and the price of the ticket, alone, for all those who dove deep into their pockets. The fashion show – a continuous display of latex excellence from some incredibly talented designers. The performers were rock solid. One performance in particular stands tall in my collective memory: a man dressed in one of the most amazing “circus like” costumes I’ve ever had the pleasure to see picked up a seven foot tall metal pyramid – and promptly started spinning it about his body. When the pyramid lit up in a neon buffet of delicious color, the crowd exploded. It was one of the highlights of the entire weekend for me, that performance. Directly after the pyramid spinning came a trio of spinners who held their own for the appreciative crowd, spinning batons, umbrellas and “Neon Poi” to the delight of the gathered throng. The outfits, of course, were mostly exemplary. Our entourage had an amazing time on Saturday Night, and the host, Eric Paradis, is to be commended and lauded to the highest degree for putting on one of the best Fetish displays and parties I believe this hemisphere has seen in a long, long time.
We were told Le Club Cleopatra, on Friday night, was only “two blocks†and “a five minute walk, tops†away from the hotel. Wrong! It was actually at least five blocks away and a good 20 minute hike away from the corner of St. Hubert and St. Catherine Streets where the hotel is located (and with the ladies in skyscraper heels, this was no mean feat). I had a moment of trepidation when the event staff at first couldn’t locate the pass that had been left for me at the front door – and one of the girls twittered excitedly in French about how terrible I personally looked in Lycra pants (yes honey, I do speak and understand French to a fairly comprehensive degree). The girls managed to find my pass, however, and we entered the venue and prepared for a night’s worth of extreme fetish fun. It wasn’t. The venue was ridiculously over-crowded to the point where our foursome ended up near the washrooms against a far back wall just in order to get a place to stand with a bit of breathing room – but in fairness we did get to see the remains of what appeared to be a pretty decent stage performance (described in an earlier “Live Blog from Montréalâ€). I must admit, gentle reader, I was not comfortable in that crushing crowd of people – a good portion of which did not show up in any kind of “fetish†attire at all. There was a dismaying number of blue jeans and T-Shirts in the assemblage – a fact we were further loudly informed about (back at the hotel later in the evening) by a very upset attendee from Pennsylvania who questioned the reasoning and validity for shelling out (up to) $175.00 for an event VIP pass to attend a fetish event that advertised itself with a “strict dress code enforcement policy†when that quite obviously wasn’t the case. In fact, all through the weekend, I was astonished (and more than just a little perturbed myself) at the amount of people walking into the events dressed in obvious “street clothes†– yes, even at a Victorian Ball a modern business suit is still a modern business suit even though you might be wearing a cheap dime store plastic mask, people – who had Montréal Fetish Weekend VIP passes draped around their necks. To my way of thinking, if you purchase a VIP ticket for a large fetish event that would tend to indicate you are expected to participate accordingly: the very least some of these people could have done was purchased a pair of leather pants and a fishnet or sheer top. Regardless of whether they had purchased a pass or not, the people who came to this event and made absolutely no effort to “dress appropriately†should have been refused entrance by the event staff at the front door.
There are event attendees who spend thousands of dollars – not to mention those who pour hundreds of work hours into custom-hand crafted creations of their own – into looking their best for an event of this nature and to allow the “jeans and T-Shirt†contingent as much access within the sanctuary of the party itself is, pure and simple, an infuriating insult. This should be a lesson to all event organizers: if you charge premium prices for VIP passes to a fetish event, you should stick hard and fast to the “enforced dress code policyâ€. It’s the masses that do take the time to dress and look amazing that have their photos taken and promote your events, time after time, on websites and in printed magazines. It’s they that you need to cater to and listen when they express concerns of this nature. If you need to refund the full price for five or six people that were refused entrance to your party even though they didn’t obey the very conditions outlined (i.e., strict fetish wear enforcement) when purchasing the VIP pass, then so be it. It doesn’t make sense to alienate 100 people who paid full price and followed the “dress code†enthusiastically for the sake of pocketing a few hundred extra bucks from those who have no intention of dressing appropriately – let alone who have any clue about what the word “community†happens to mean.
The only eye-rolling event of Saturday night was a “rock star show” on stage, while an extremely intriguing suspended hoop aerial performer was giving the performance of her life twenty feet above the crowd. I wonder if the guitar players were even aware that hardly anyone in that crowd was paying any attention to them – and devoting all their attentions on the aerial display? There was barely a ripple when they finished their performance and quietly left the stage – but there was thunderous applause a few moments later when the performer was finished her acrobatics. The guitar players were, of course, known to the crowd – and I will spare them any embarrasment from mentioning who they were. I heard a number of people mumbling something to the effect that “it’s the same schlock and schtick every single year – when are they going to realize no-one wants it?”
I had scheduled an interview with Eric Paradis, one of the two (!) event organizers of the Montréal Fetish Weekend (Note: there is a mountain of politics involved in the Montréal community and our foursome got earful after earful about it as we ventured from store to store on buying missions across the downtown core of the city. It is too lengthy to get into a dissertation about here: but suffice to say the notable absence of several past professional models and related businesses could hardly have come as a surprise considering the amount of contempt I personally bore witness to, at several retail locations, for the event itself) for Friday evening. Unfortunately, he choose not to have that discussion with me at that time – and he was far too busy the rest of the weekend to speak with me. I do not fault him for this – but there are some questions that I would dearly love to have answered in regards to the events that transpired at the Victorian Ball on Sunday evening.
The “obscene” scene, in my opinion (and I am sure there are several who actually thought the performance was inventive and outstanding) involved one of the male models, an over-sized phallus, and about seventy-two gallons of spurting liquid. You can use your imagination, I am sure. The best part of that performance, to be sure, was the end of it – when the event organizer himself somehow had the responsibility of having to clean and mop that stage of that mess. I felt badly for him: it had to be somewhat humiliating having to be seen with a mop cleaning up the remains of a “gargantuan simulated body fluid bath”. The start of that particular performance showed great promise: the same male model used a modified electric violin to give his two female model counterparts a hot shower of glowing sparks (obviously some kind of hidden grinder in the violin interacting with the metal bow he was using). Aside from my wonderment at whether the latex clothing they were all wearing survived the flying spark show intact, it was a fantastic start to the performance set. If they had of ended the performance right there, it would have been viewed as a triumph. Unfortunately, the giant dong and “fluids” came next and … well … it just cheapened and destroyed the overall effect of their entire efforts.
I had my own issues and challenges to deal with during my stay in Montréal: I freely admit Lady J, Angelically Depraved and Skull Bill deserve a gold medal each for having to put up with my building frustration and indignation about what I felt was a substandard over-all event. The highlight was so very high – Saturday night’s party was exceptional and worth the price of the ticket alone. But the low points, as described above, certainly made me feel quite glad to be home. I also completely realize I am not going to win a lot of new friends with this review – but I also cannot in good conscience give a glowing and false opinion about an event I felt was completely inferior to any of the events that preceeded it this summer. Northbound Leather’s Pride event was enormous fun … Subspace and Torture Garden were both absolutely perfect and far, far superior to the Montréal Fetish Weekend each on its own … and the Church Street Fetish Fair was a great day with fantastic people under very trying, hot conditions.
The attraction to being empowered as a woman began to manifest itself during this “teenage rebellious” time. After experimenting with both submissive and dominant roles with boyfriends, she quickly realized that “bottoming was not (my) thing”. She was fortunate enough to have a long-term boyfriend whon was quite fine always taking the submissive role – and her education and experience as a Domina started to increase exponentially. She started to educate herself in everything to do with SM with the same passion and drive in which she lovingly worshipped the Greek goddesses of her literary childhood. She recalls with a smile the first time someone ever approached her, asking her ”if she was a Dominatrix.” She knew then exactly what path she wanted to take in this life.
“I was a leather girl when I started, growing up in a leather town,” she said. “At one time, Northbound Leather was the only supplier in town and, naturally, everyone involved in the scene relied on them for their clothes and toys – me included.” Latex was not on her radar – and was extremely limited in supply, and even then what was available was not quite of the standard one would find in large European centers. By the early 1990′s, though, she started noticing and taking a great interest in “some really beautiful latex pieces” she would see in various magazines and online. She describes herself as a “very physical Domina” and realized very quickly that latex wear allowed her to move more freely and expertly when involved in a session. Latex didn’t curb her range of motion: “Latex loves your body when you’re engaged in a physical and heavy scene. What’s more, my own collared pet further exposed me to a fresh perspective on latex used in tandem with heavy and sensual play. He has most definitely been my muse.”
In addition to being recognized as one of the latex world’s primary champions (especially in Toronto), Ms. Black is passionate about her art. “I’m totally addicted to bondage,” she said. “Everything to do with it, from rope work to fully inflatable body bags and sleep sacks, I’m in love with it!” She admits metal restraints are employed as a part of her repertoire – but she prefers the ambiance, anticipation and even delicious apprehension that occurs when engaging in wrapping a submissive up completely in ropes. “By the time they’re completely immobilized, I’ve taken the time to make sure they are comfortable with what is about to happen to them, building up the suspense and the sensuality of it all. They know they’re safe in my hands – even though they’re not going anywhere until I decide to release them and let them know they’re allowed to leave.” She loves being able to create what she describes as a “sensation overload” in her play – each client that comes for an SM experience in her chambers (Note: she is one of the very few professionals to boast both access to one of the most infamous establishments in the world, the Patricia Marsh House of Domination, as well as her own extremely well-equipped private studios) is guaranteed to appreciate her efforts, her time, and attention to detail. She is truly a “throwback”: she has a good base of dedicated clients and followers whom she considers to be “good friends” as well as exceptional devotees. This is rare: she isn’t seduced necessarily by the power of the almighty dollar, but by ensuring that each person that spends quality time with her will wish to be welcome back because of her insistence on a high degree of realism – and dedication to providing that authentic atmosphere and experience.
Ms. Marina Black also has a vocation outside of her professional domination practice. Since the year 1992, she has been trained in and is a much sought-after practitioner as a professional piercing artist. She also is proficient and popular as an Aromatherapist, and has even developed some of her own mixtures and cremes that have helped a myriad of people with a myriad of maladies. Both of these talents and skills blend well and help to compliment her as a Domina – and she is quite capable of combining all of her worlds, when needed, for those individuals who can appreciate her attentions.
Erik von Gutenberg
The first video I directed was a custom called “Shibari and the Wayward Model”. Â The company I sold it to has never released it. Â 
What kind of music do you like?
What was your most bizarre shoot you participated as actor and than as
MARQUIS AMERICA
When the touring ended she decided to go into fetish and bondage modeling full time. On one of her first ventures into the modeling side of the fetish world, she found herself in front of the lenses of the fledgling site that became 
MARQUIS AMERICA
The style of photography we do is what we call Pin-Up. Pin-Up is a combination of the following… Edgy, sexy, fashionable, glamorous, very creative and is still suitable to pin-up on a wall. We, of course always have some of the most crazy outfits and footwear imaginable. Stuff you generally only see in the movies or on TV. Keeping our “high heel Pin-Up theme†is very important, our top priority is to continue keeping our work clean and classy. We have been able to shape ArchEnemys with some of Maine’s top models. And we plan to expand and continue growing more and more each day.
So if you want to get in on the opportunity, contact us today, don’t hesitate even if you’ve never stepped in front of a camera before! For more info contact 
Probably the in any case of the climb internet searches includes the coveted Angelina Jolie bikini paint. Who does not in Spain in all directions from this knife-edged momma? She basically well-grounded has it all – a fledgling livelihood, an equally knife-edged cohort, kids, riches and a diplomatic hospitality to boot. Angelina Jolie could cover representing surroundings president nobility instantly and obtain next to a landslide. On the other deliverance, fans would not pauperism that – in accomplishment, they’re already contended with essentially viewing Angelina Jolie bikini snapshots. Even with her widespread seniority and rearing six children – the critically acclaimed actress looks hotter than by any chance. The famous provenience entered the Hollywood uncomfortable at the bills seniority of fourteen and then branched prohibited into acting some in good time dawdle after.
What’s coequal more unimaginable is, coequal after Jolie gave parturition to three children, she continues to intimate headlines in those kinds of charts and countdowns. on the whole kit
On the other deliverance, as representing the cause cВlebre of Angelina Jolie’s all-encompassing 
Amber Moelter: The Feline Fatale
The purple-and-black suit in Resolution was modeled on a specific outfit from the comics. “My first drawings were based on Jim Balent’s designs from Catwoman, Guardian of Gotham, the only time she wears a bondage-style black corset over the infamous purple catsuit. There’s even more of a dominatrix flavor about it than the earlier version, but I actually felt more naked than I had previously.”
MARQUIS AMERICA
The image which is displayed in my performances is very sexy but far away from vulgar, it is the best of fetish what is being offered in Europe today. During my performances convey my passion for the extreme latex and my dominating trend.
I started my career as “live up performer” for house clubs since i decided to run my own entertainement company THE BIZZARRE GROUP
MARQUIS AMERICA
MARQUIS AMERICA
I’m proud to be a woman, I feel great about it. I love the sensation of dominating a man, to see him crawl and make him feel like dust under my feet… Make him behave and act for the sole purpose of pleasing me… This gives me a rush and brings me satisfaction. Sometimes people ask me if I get aroused or turned on during a session. The honest answer is “of courseâ€! I can’t hide the fact that when I use a strap-on dildo on a man I usually get very wet, especially if the guy is handsome and well built! But people are usually surprised to learn that giving corporal punishment has exactly the same effect on me!
In the past couple of years I had the chance to model for some great photographers. I guess I love modeling because it is another area where I can play the seductress, be sexy or kinky and be weird and that’s actually fine! I do love to see my pictures on printed magazines, flyers or on the web… I guess that also makes me an exhibitionist!
Its important for me to live the thinks I feel, this paired with style, glamour and high quality reflects the work I have done with my wonderful photographers.
MARQUIS AMERICA
Another Vex outfit makes a striking impression in Amber’s next film, Dirty Step Upstage. A psychological drama about the price of fame, it features her character wearing a revealing red latex dress that not only had to look awesome but also allow for an energetic dance routine. “Some of the sensuality and sexy design of the dress was determined by the film’s plot. (No spoilers! You’ll have to wait and see!) While I was online looking for inspiration, I wound up back at Laura’s website, and I discovered she was located in Chicago, where I had recently moved. I wrote to see if she was available to make another amazing piece for me and fortunately she was. It was fate.”
MARQUIS AMERICA
Who is The Fashionable Mind?
