Balaclava as a Fetish

"I want the ugliest, scratchiest wool one, like something straight out of the 1990s."

"What do you need it for?"

Right. As if I’m about to explain that it’s for a submissive with a masturbatory fixation on being tortured by a woman wearing this exact accessory.

The coveted object was found in a place quite rare for modern Kyiv—the Troieshchyna market. It’s a ghost of an era before shopping malls existed, when supermarkets were just timidly sprouting, while the vibrant chaos of Chinese imports and exotic vendors was in full swing.

Nothing has changed there since. So this is where the bastion of stability lies!

The hallmark of fetishists is their demand for the crystal-clear execution of whatever triggers their impulses. And if it’s a balaclava from their childhood, a modern fleece substitute simply won't do. Ordering such a relic online was a bust, but there, in that labyrinth of market stalls, you can find absolutely anything. I'm sure it had just been gathering dust in a warehouse for the past thirty years, waiting for me to buy it.

And what did I do to the poor boy once I donned this armor? Why did I need hammers, chisels, and even a circular saw? Not to mention a police badge from a sex shop. Yes, truly obscene things went down in there.

By the way, the dog shock collar came in handy! A literal stun gun to the neck.

I decided against using such savagery on my precious Pukh. Once upon a time, I had a naive dream of teaching him obedience. But he's no German Shepherd; he's a stubborn polar Samoyed. And he is loved so fiercely that I'd rather bend over other pups with this harsh pedagogical stimulus... The ones I have no pity for.

A beautiful day! Long live unusual fetishes! And the talented artists (ah, I mean myself, of course) capable of bringing them to life.

Nelli Verkhovska PhD in Psychology For more on alternative relationships, check out my YouTube channel