dievca returned a $1000 item, only to spend $500…
but, that is the danger of visiting SoHo~
Conceived as an alternative to conventional women’s lingerie labels, MARIEYAT presents a range of androgynous undergarments that challenges the male gaze. Blending the traditionally decorative elements of lingerie with the uncompromising simplicity of unisex underwear, designer and Central Saint Martins alumnus Marie Yeung creates innovative undergarments that are at once comfortable and sensual. Bras, bodysuits, and tank tops crafted in soft rib knit jerseys feature seamless construction and natural textiles. Unexpected details such as deconstructed bindings, graphic cut-outs, and suspender straps embellish high-rise thongs and mid-rise briefs. Slinky silk jersey slips and cotton thigh-high socks round out the label’s offering of minimal base layers.
Niina Suspender Tank
dievca sees this as a comfortable,
yet pleasant surprise for Master when he arrives
for crêpes and Cockworship. 😘
And Master took it from there.
Cage-like woven sandal with a 3″ heel,
elasticized ankle slingback and long leather strap for wrapping at the ankle.
Available in electric blue, flame and lime leather.
dievca went with flame for ladylike presenting for Master.
dievca ran into this:
And it lifted her spirits on a very grey day.
For more fun, dievca decided to ogle what other “Sequin Swimsuit” options are out there~
dievca is not planning to invest in sequins any time soon…
How about you?
(Note: if you click on a swimsuit, you can see the brand)
A full slip hangs from the shoulders, usually with narrow straps, and extends from the breast to a fashionable skirt length. A half slip (or waist slip) just hangs from the waist. The word “petticoat” may also be used for half or full slips.
Presentation Outfit: vintage white lace slip, Pearl Collar, heels, bouncy big hair
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower