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Top 10 Fetish Wear Brands to Turn Up the Kink

There has always been an undeniable connection between fashion and sex. Whether it’s the way we dress or the way we fuck - it’s all about self-expression! So show the world how kinktastic you can be! Here’s a list of our Top 10 fetish wear brands, to supply you with the sexy outfits and bondage gear you crave. 

 

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Top Fetish Wear #1 - Libidex, latex heaven

First up, we’ve got the couturiers of all things slippery and slidy. Libidex has been making first class latex clothing for years. There are over 1,000 different styles all custom made to fit you skin-tight - in any colour you desire. How could you ever not have a happy ending in this tailor made fetish clothing?

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London, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #2 - Atsuko Kudo, fetish clothing for the famous

Add a luxury Japanese touch to your latex clothing collection with a gorgeous piece from Atsuko Kudo. Based out of London, she is responsible for designing sexy outfits for the likes of Beyonce, Nicki Minaj and Lady Gaga. Feel like a million dollars, or a million yen as the case may be...

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London, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #3 - Not into latex clothing? Cover yourself in Leatherotics

Can you think of something sexier than wearing leather head-to-toe? No? Then the butter soft fetish clothing made by Leatherotics might be just what you’re looking for. Their flawless, handmade materials and excellent customer care make them one of the best purveyors of sexy outfits on the web. They also have bondage gear on offer, such as leather hoods and leather body bags!

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Gloucestershire, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #4 - Spank, fetish clothing for elegant kinksters

Spank London has been around for over 30 years. Catering for kinky men and women, every single piece is made by hand in their London workshop. The style of each piece screams kink, making the perfect sexy outfits to show off at adult parties, or wear with the rest of your bondage gear in your private dungeon.

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London, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #5 - Sexy outfits from professional dominatrix Joanna Lark

No one knows how to dress kinkier than a professional Dominatrix like Joanna Lark. She stocks some of the most luxurious bondage gear and fetish clothing on the net and is always hunting for new and exciting designs to satisfy every last fantasy. Check out her Twisted Latex clothing range for something brand spanking.

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London, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #6 - UberKinky, leading bondage gear & fetish website

Next on our list is the cyber home of all things kink. This online shop has been around since 1998 and has a great story. The company came to be when female CEO Stephanie started to sell condoms in the Sunday newspaper, in light of the awful AIDS crisis. After an enormous demand, she ventured into the selling of vibrators, cock rings and fetish clothing. Today, UberKinky is one of the leading places to buy your sexy outfits online and know you’re supporting revolutionary kinksters!

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London, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #7 - Who has a Footwear Fetish?

Or maybe a better question to ask would be… who DOESN’T have a footwear fetish? No sexy outfit is complete without a kinky pair of heels. It doesn’t matter what fetish clothing you’re wearing on top, if you’ve got a sweet spot for stilettos; this is your new online heaven. And not only do they know shoes, but they also know how to treat their bondage gear babes. Their customer service is first-class.

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Leeds, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #8 - Sexy outfits made of Latex, Leather and Lace

Latex, leather and lace are not only a never-ending online source all the bondage gear imaginable - they also have a premier sex shop and showroom in the heart of Leicestershire. They have exclusive concessions for top latex clothing designers and over 9,000 different types of sex toys. It would take you 25 years if you tried a new one each day… better get started!

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Leicestershire, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #9 - Invincible Rubber and invincible latex clothing

25 years of making the best rubber fetish clothing for men on the market, has earned Invincible Rubber quite a reputation. Their collection of uniforms, catsuits, hardcore bondage gear and all round sexy outfits is as kinky as it is extensive. Fetish.com favourite? Yellow rubber tank and jock set that has ‘***’ across the front - for those who love a cheeky bit of watersports.

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Nottinghamshire, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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Top Fetish Wear #10 - Fetish clothing for first timers at Seriously Sensual

Last but not least, think of Seriously Sensual like an Amazon for all things sexy. Sexy lingerie, sexy outfits and sexy prices. At first glance, the site looks pretty vanilla but, the deeper you delve, the kinkier it gets. They have a whole section dedicated to bondage gear with everything from latex clothing to vibrating nipple stimulators!

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East Sussex, UK - Kinksters, Sex Parties and more!

 

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She realized with a start that she must have dozed off again, for the sun was suddenly in a different part of the sky, and her Master was untying her wrists and ankles, allowing her to sit up. *** flowed back into tightly bound extremities with a euphoric rush of relief. After a minute to recover, she yawned, stretched, and thanked her Master by nuzzling his leg affectionately.. Stiff, she rose and cleaned herself up in the bathroom. Her long curly brunette hair neatly framed her bare shoulders, drawing the eye to the polished black slave collar locked securely around her throat, as she looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. The nice thing about being a collared slave girl, the collar was all she was allowed to wear around the house. Not that it could be removed, even if her Master had wanted to. It was permanently locked, and would take an awkward chat with a machine shop technician to cut the steel band hidden within its polished exterior bearing the engraved plastic plate marking her as Slave, Tier 4, as well as naming her Master and providing his phone number in case she wandered off. Regardless, wearing nothing but a slave collar certainly made getting ready for the day so much quicker. Within no more than 15 minutes, she would be refreshed and ready to start her day. She was medium build, with slender hips and breasts she’d always thought were too big for her, but her Master often said were the perfect size for him to play with, or tie up as the mood struck him. Currently, she could make out the word SLUT, faintly visible across her breasts, markings from the engraved paddle Master had spanked her breasts with enthusiastically the night before after hogtying her. She stepped into the shower, shivering as the cold water ran over her body. Master didn’t allow her to use the hot water, except as a post scene reward where she could enjoy a hot soak, or during the colder months of the year, where she could have the shower temperature raised to room temperature, though in the cool winter air that was still rather challenging. Today, the cold shower was a bit on the uncomfortable side. It was mid July, but that didn’t stop fickle British weather from dropping the temperature to the low ***s today, and being rather breezy. It did however incentivise her to clean up quickly. By the time she got out and dried off herself with the scratchy slave towel she was allowed to use, her nipples were rock hard and her skin had goosebumps. She shivered and welcomed the start of her day’s tasks. Returning to the bedroom, it seemed that her Master had left his clothes on the floor, so she set about gathering them for the laundry room, her bare feet padding on the cool hallway floor as she moved through the house, his clothes in hand. She was still rather chilly. The best way to warm up until she attended Master during his afternoon shower, was to get on with her day’s chores. Soon enough, she was lost in the effort. Dishes were washed and put away. Dinner was slowly simmering in the crock pot. As she was in the middle of sweeping the floor, a light sweat on her bare skin, her Master called her to his study. She approached, then knelt quietly on the cushion just inside the door to his study, not drawing attention to herself, resting in Nadu pose. She would be called when her Master had need of her. Until then, her purpose was to wait quietly. It took him nearly 20 minutes to turn his attention from his report to her, quietly kneeling and waiting. He gestured under his desk, and dutifully, she crawled underneath it, undoing her Master’s pants and tugging them down to his ankles. She slipped her wrists into cuffs hanging from the arm rests of her Master’s chair keeping her in place with her head between his legs. She waited until he tightened the straps around her wrists, then set to work. As she settled into a comfortable rhythm, worshiping her Master’s cock, she heard up above her the sounds of the Teams video work call as her Master joined in and made chit chat. It sounded like another meeting with clients. Those typically took an hour or so, leaving her plenty of time to settle into her worship. It was always an interesting challenge, servicing her Master during work calls, as she was not to give herself presence away, or give too much pleasure while direct attention was on her Master. But at the same time, she was not to allow him to grow soft in her mouth, else she would be punished once the meeting came to an end. By the time the call was over, her neck had grown sore, and her arms were tired, but she was smiling. Her Master had not once gotten soft in her mouth, and if anything, he was on the edge of release when the call came to an end. Better still, it sounded like his video call had been a success by the time he hung up. After freeing her wrists, he stood, fixed his pants, and walked to the bathroom, Danii falling into step behind him. This was to be expected. He always had an attended shower after work. She turned on the water for him, waited until it reached the perfect steamy warm temperature he liked, then undressed him and set his clothes in the hamper, before returning to kneel on the bathroom floor, waiting patiently. After he rinsed off, she rose and entered the shower, before washing his body from head to foot with soap and a loofah. After rinsing him off in the water, came the tongue test. She was to lick various parts of his body after cleaning, and if anywhere did not taste clean enough, she was to clean that area again. Finally, as she’d been hoping, her Master was indeed worked up from his work call, and she finished the job then and there in the shower on her knees, the hot water falling off his body and onto hers as she hungrily devoured her Master, finally able to moan with pleasure as she slurped and licked his shaft. Finally, he rewarded her by erupting with hot spurts of his cum, thick ropes of it raining down on her face, chest, and even some in her hair. As he was in the throes of pleasure, her hands continued to work his shaft and balls in a desperate effort to get more of the warm, sticky reward all over herself. But alas, it was over too soon, and after cleaning herself and then him up once more, he turned the shower off. She stepped out first, drying herself off quickly before giving her Master a proper, careful dry with a large soft towel. Finally finished, she dressed him in his comfortable evening clothes, then upon his dismissal returned to her chores. The afternoon fell into its usual rhythm, though she worked a bit harder than usual today, as the work call had eaten into her chore time considerably. Finally though, it was time to set the table for her Master’s dinner. The place was set, his food plated and waiting for him, as she waited quietly kneeling in the dining room on a cushion, awaiting her Master’s whim. Some nights, he fed her from his plate, while she kneeled quietly and enjoyed his attention. Other nights, when she’d displeased her Master, he had her fill a metal dog bowl with a cold tin of food and she had to eat without use of cutlery or her hands. A messy, uncomfortable affair, especially as she had to hold her hair back with one hand while eating that way, she wasn’t allowed to use a hair band or scrunchie on those occasions. Then there were nights like tonight, where to her surprise and delight, her Master gestured to the chair across from him at the table, giving her a smile and a nod. She stood, fetched herself a plate and cutlery, then sat opposite her Master at the table. Apparently she’d been a very good girl today, she was allowed to speak plainly on table nights. “Master?” She asked, biting hungrily into the delicious stew. “How was your day? It sounded like the meeting went well.” He explained about the big deal he’d landed, and how her ministrations had kept his mind on the razor’s edge of focus he’d needed to pull it off. Back and forth they chatted, you’d have thought they were like any other couple, though her nudity and jet black slave collar doubtless ruined that illusion somewhat. Finally, her Master reached in his pocket, and pulled out a brass version of the plate marking her as her master’s property, it gleamed warmly in the incandescent bulb of the dining room. She gasped and fingered the roughly made plastic tag currently secured to her collar. This new one by comparison was professional and beautiful to behold. 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