Notes On: Body Worship
The act of revering another's body. The process of acute, euphoric observation of another's corporeal form. The practice of adoration.
Worship at my corporeal church.
Body worship is something that I like to incorporate into a lot of scenes that I create. I love the particularities of it - how for each body, a new and enveloping aspect of their physical form can be discovered. How each worshipper will find reverence in another part of my body, in ways that others don't. For some, it can be my breasts, or ass, those parts of a female form that we typically can’t get enough of. For others, it is my petite smooth feet, or my strong, tattooed calves. It could be the back of my neck, the smell and feel of my soft red hair cascading down my back. In many ways, I incorporate body worship into most of my intimate moments. When I am with a lover, I am with them, and all of them. As a visual person (an intellectualised code word for complete and utter pervert), I like my partners to soak all of me in, and I them.
The hottest experiences for me are those with an explicit power exchange. Those moments of prostration; my body - your worship. Watching someone's eyes roam across my curves, in awe of that beauty, the worshipper fully, and willingly inferior for me. Will I let you touch me? Will I be hold back from physical connection? Will I turn around so you can worship my ass, my face turned away from you; aloof, letting you know that the gratitude that you feel from being so close to me, can be taken away at any moment. That the power to grant you access to worship me is mine, and mine alone?
This sort of dynamic becomes even more charged when we include more fetishistic items. Take this latex dress. I am encased in it, the form-fitting fabric clinging to every bit of me. Latex reveals everything but nothing, an excruciating veiling of the naked body underneath.
It’s not going to shine itself, I command – looking towards the bottle of latex polish lying on the table. Eagerly, humbly, you take the bottle and begin to spray.
Start at my breasts. Oil in hands, massage in circular movements; use both hands, fill up your palms with my flesh. Every bit of surface area must be covered, the shine of the latex lacquer bouncing off the warm light in the room. I am watching you, watching your movements, observing you becoming steadily aroused, hypnotised. Your breath becomes shallow, your yearning for physical and sexual closeness is palpable – I can taste it in the air.
Move your hands down, I instruct. Worship my torso. Your hands, clad with the latex spray, move up and down the curves of my torso, all friction removed from the shine. Feel my petite waist that makes way for curvaceous hips, my soft but defined stomach. I turn, slowly, until you reach my ass. On your knees. Massage it. Put your face close to it. Don’t you imagine what it looks like underneath this dress? What would it look like – feel like – on top of your face, smothering you?
Body worship can be a prelude to further sexual connection, or it can stand alone; as a service performed by a submissive, as a gift given to you by your dominant. Either way, bodies are there to be enjoyed.