House of Bordelle

Gia Shelf Bra M
Harness Thong S
Amaya Adjustable Garters
Atelier Bordelle
(London, England)

The art of seduction at its most sumptuous. BordelleGirls are lingerie's new BondGirls. Beautiful, bold and dangerous. It was just a dream, like test-driving a Ferrari, and then it became a chapter in my lingerie storybook. 

It started with envy and lust. And then a gift card on my birthday. Then Kezia, Bordelle's special agent, helped me so kindly with sizing and other important details. So when my Bordelle crossed the pond and was delivered at work, it literally knocked me off my feet.

I took my time, like decanting a prized wine and every details was an enchantment.
The black thick luxury gift box was was wrapped by their signature bondage lingerie strap,  bows and 24K plated gold hardware. Inside the box was a black silk sachet containing my Lingerie. I laid everything before me scrutinizing every stitch, fold, O-ring, eye, hook, adjusting patiently my straps... 

The Caramel color was just a feast to the eye, melting perfectly on the skin with shimmer of the 24k gold . The mesh is so fine and elastic, the satin straps allow a huge range of fitting possibility. I just couldnt wait to try on my treasure. 

The Gia Shelf bra is a quarter cup bra with a satin elastic frame. At first the rigidity of the bra surprised me, very structural and almost corset-like. I thought it would make it restrictive and uncomfortable. Was i ever wrong. The soft lining places securely the brassiere as you wish on the chest, putting your breast on an exquisite pedestal. The O-rings are the thickest i've ever seen. Thick and heavy. Feels great on the skin. I usually fit a 34b or a 36a, and the Medium size is just plain heaven in comfort. The ribs straps can be adjusted as you desired, and so can the ones on the top of the breasts. Whichever ways you choose. I found to have never loved my bosom as i do wearing Gia. 

The Harness thong gives a sublime view from the back with 5 straps attached to O-ring crowning a strategically placed bow. It hugs your hip bones follows the pubic bones bellow the navel where its met with the harness attached to a smaller o-ring. The harness can be worn to the waist or let to fall on the hips' flesh. The thong straps are perfectly adjustable (again) either way...

The Ring of O is a specially designed ring which has been worn as a distinctive mark among BDSM practitioners, mainly in continental Europe — and especially the German-speaking countries — since the 1990s. Its use is relatively widespread within this subculture. Its name derives from the name of the central female character in the classic BDSM novel Story of O (written by Pauline Réage), who was a sex slave and wore an analogous ring.

those O-rings... Even bigger on the Amaya adjustable garters, in the center of 3 straps. I can wear them at the knee, on the thickest most muscular part of my thigh, and even by my inner thigh, where the leg begins, framing the body in a majestic fashion .

I took 3 weeks to write my review. Wanted to make sure my judgement was not clouded by my lascivious excitement. And lust is turning into love. I just long to wear my Bordelle. 

Such a selfish pleasure, make me feel like incredible because of the tactile quality of fabric and craftsmanship. Let's not kid ourselves, the price is also very high, but expectations are met and surpassed. Ethics on sustainability are also respected, everything about the brand is at it's finest.

House of Bordelle is empowering, a sure investment and most sinful decadence.

nude & delicate

Apollonia M
LE PETIT TROU
(Warsaw, Poland)

sometimes im romantic
sometimes im soft and fragile
sometimes i dissolve in dreams and im loved by magic
i saw this bodysuit and it made me long for my lover
the utopic one that is
the one that stays and takes me on surprise getaways

that! i lived it when i saw Apollonia

so i put it on my wishlist, and 5 months later i'm waiting impatiently for FedEx to ring the doorbell.

i should know then to dream about love... never been very lucky

i get a broken black box by FedEx! i looked at it for so long just so sad and a little mad... only
to open it and find inside of it a black bow silk paper wrapped sweet smaller package

this one impeccable
and perfect
revealing yet another box, drawer like, black, sexy, protective and expensive
my heart is racing

love is rushing

this gift to myself is turning out to be magnificient

the Apollonia bodysuit
nude and ornamented with mini dots (loved the petits trous / the brand"s name), very high cut on the hips up to the waist and finished with small gold "o" rings for the tied straps. yes "o" rings. i love that so much also. i find it makes it seductive and adds to the delicate nature of the fabric.

It feels like you are wearing nothing at all.. It looks like you were body painted with shadows. Side breast, ribs and hip bones are supper exposed. but yet it feels sweet almost innocent in its exhibition.

Of course i moved in it, dancing, rolling, stretching. Everything stays in place if you adjust the straps properly. i find if you tie up enough it creates and empty space by the sacrum and underneath the breast that allows the light to give a visual sense of the quality of the fabric.

i love intelligent lingerie. this is one of them. surprising. comfortable, i felt cared for, in the finest of details, makes me wish i owned more pieces...

mon histoire d'O

Bonte Size 2
la fille d'O

(Belgium)

You know, when you wish upon every star you see, when you pray God and the Devil, when you full moon ritual and black and white magic for one particular thing. And somehow the stars align and you can actually hold the object of your desire in this realm. The anticipation becomes unbearably; you are sure to be disappointed. But you are not. Never even close.  And everything is just better than expected. Even after...

I had not. But one day while lurking through images i came across a picture of  a lingerie collection by la fille d'O. The briefs were sophisticatedly provocative but its how the model moved in them that was screaming freedom. The seed was planted.

It was like that feeling you get when you see something you have to have. That you need to have. But no clue on how on earth is that going to be possible.

That was 2 years ago. I thought it was out of my league. Yes i was intimidated. But i couldn't look away. Desire was making roots.

My interest for undergarments grew. I started reading lingerie blogs. And came across one particular post which was describing the ethical fight the visionary behind la fille d'O was facing. Made me feel like i was on my way to do the same for my life, so i wanted to know more about Murielle Victorine Scherre.

So i peeked around her collections on her website. I was choked and seduced. The wisdom in the sexuality her designs portrayed made me uncomfortable. But i couldn't look away.  The desire was blooming.

My life changed and all of the sudden i was explaining sexuality to my daughter and had to assume my own beliefs. Assume, and practice! The talk had to match the walk. Individuality. Ethics. Love. Lust. Respect. And there i was. Healing. My daughter was teaching me. How to be the woman i needed to be. Even after the storm, the desire was still there.

And then, one day, i had the guts to make a wishlist. Of lingerie i had been lurking on. When i made this list public, la fille d'O contacted me right away. Even reposted my desire.

Now im not a popular lingerie model. Im a former biochemist turned acrobat who became a single mother flamenco dancer and who makes a living working in a boxing gym as a gyrokinesis and kinesiological stretching trainer. Lingerie is a selfish pleasure i shouldn't indulge in. But its who i am. So i indulge. And angels sings in my heart. And they make sweet love to my demons and they cant get enough.

But thats another story.

I ordered Bonte on June's fullmoon. A week later she was home.

The most beautiful packaging i ever laid eyes on. Intact from travelling across the atlantic ocean and through customs. Protected by a solid cardboard envelope, the Belgium asymmetric black package ended up on my Mile End apartment floor. And it was gorgeous. Unexpected. Surprising. Interested in little me! it felt - A personal note was hand written by Annika... to me! I cant decifer it but it felt like a love letter. And you see i never received any love letter... less so accompanied by such an erotic presentation... and even lesser so with anything even remotely close to what was hiding in the multiply folded black silk paper letter.

Bonte.

In all her beauty.

Was laying in front of me.

Finally. I was about to be consumed whole by my desire.

It took me a moment to figure her out. I was touching her so delicately. She was mysterious and building up tension. But when i comprehended how to put her on, what she wanted where, in the right sequence, she embraced my body like a desiring lover. We held there. In bliss. Alone. Sun-setting. Perfect.

I havent recovered yet.

I hope i never do.

Je suis enfin une fille d'O.

So Grateful