No, Perfect Villainess is not just another Smoking Fetish site, it’s much more than that. It’s about Femme Fatales, guns, shiny gloves and dazzling outfits as well. There’s even a touch of Femdom in it, because these Ladies are lethal to the bone. When I was asked to review the site, I promised myself to do a professional job. For once. So I logged in and picked one of Miss Irina’s galleries. Watching Her, pointing a gun at me or blowing smoke in my face was like walking into a knock-out before the bell rang for the first round. My professionalism disappeared without a trace and I never saw it again. I WOW-ed from one gallery to another, like an addict with a limp. Elegant Ladies like Irina, Alice, Eva or Sophie or Letizia (to name a few), will literally take your breath away. Or blow your head off, depending which gallery you’re in. Perfect Villainess opened its doors in January 2015 and has over 22.000 smoking hot pictures (1066×1600 pixels) online right now. More beauty is added once a week. You can either download the pictures separately or go for the zip file. The site is easy to navigate and you can use the tags to find your Fetishes. Easy does it. So visit Perfect Villainess to see more.
My parents used to drag me along on visits to family members. I had to sit there like a corpse for several hours and listen to their stories of pains and illnesses. One of my younger aunts was the only one who allowed me to roam the house and garden. It was really adventurous, because She had a big house with an attic, a huge cellar and lots of rooms. I knew I wasn’t allowed to open any closets and drawers, but curiosity got the best of me and I opened them all. One day I found Her soft, leather gloves. I thought they were gorgeous and touching them gave me goosebumps. It was love at first sight, one might say. A couple of months later I watched Her put them on and it literally took my breath away. It made Her look so elegant, but it gave Her a certain authority as well. From that moment on I flew like the wind for Her and I was thrilled to bits if She asked me to do some errands or little jobs for Her. I was way too young to understand it all, but the desire to obey was already there. It fitted me like a glove.
Being a diehard fetishist means that man-made objects (boots for example) or body-parts (feet, legs etc) have certain powers over you. The stronger the fetish, the more vulnerable you are. Telling a Lady about these desires is like putting your dick in a meat grinder and inviting Her to grind away. Because She can now play you like a cheap banjo. Tease you to dizziness and beyond, make you blush like a schoolboy or give you a short-breathed stammer that’ll last for hours. It’s utterly amazing to see how powerful some fetishes can be and how easy it is to make a man hopelessly addicted to them. It doesn’t take much to fall into a bottomless abyss of slavery, that’s for sure. It’s just a matter of pushing the right buttons.