The catsuit, in the world of fetish-wear, is a garment that has always been around. I’ve always wanted one but I’m fussy and I waited until I found the perfect one for me. I chose this one because it had an amazing wet-look image. Latex would have been a lot trouble to put on and pose in.
I was really excited about wearing the catsuit and when it arrived. I just couldn’t wait to put it on. I found out straight away that I couldn’t wear anything underneath it because it would show up in photos. I turned this disadvantage into an advantage and enjoyed my nakedness inside the tight, black catsuit even more. I knew that there would be no VPL and that my hard nipples would poke through the fabric. I got more excited when I realised that to everyone else I was fully covered in my reflective suit and shining high-heels. When I was dressed up, all I could really feel was my absence of underwear and the texture of the catsuit clinging to me like a perfect second skin.
When I was posing on the balcony, I looked around. Then, I looked down into the streets filled with ordinary people and small cars. It seemed as though I was in a private fetish world all my own and not a part of the everyday scene below. The normal world carried on without me. Occasionally, someone would look up when they saw a flash, notice me and seem confused. Sometimes I would hear a car horn. The whole situation was surprisingly horny. It added more to the shoot than I can explain.
When I saw the results of the session I still wondered what those people thought when they saw me up on that balcony, wearing my first catsuit.
Photography by Guy Moberly.[nggallery id=40]