Kinky Sex in Membership Land
Kinky sex isn’t just shackled to your bed. You can create it out on a leash for the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex fan Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us even more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occurrences in the big city.
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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex during my personal life. I like issues small and intimate, so the moment my photographer friend Richard called me about a spare ticket I actually took a few convincing. I usually relegate personally to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a skilled fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But zero kitchen to hide in!
Rich’ s other half had cleared off and he isn’ t what kind that likes to be seen only. So after some prodding I relented. I was doing a favour of course , as a friend.
“ You might even find out that you’ re into kinky intimacy. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my the likelihood of the depraved for years.
“ Yeah, like that’ s going to happen”.
Two days to travel before the event and I produced a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunchtime at Covent Garden and stopped by a favourite fetish store of mine. The routine is simple. Press the buzzer, look at your feet and shift your gaze laterally until you are encouraged in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM occurrences on the London kink arena, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork table crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish use, I guess you could say there is certainly some kind of worship going on.
A middle used gentleman stands nervously with the counter, presumably ducking away at lunch time on an ‘ errand’. The sadist in me enjoys making him feel uneasy so as this individual chatters away striptease at me personally I make sure he seems my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. Your local store assistant rings up another small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.
“ Something for the weekend? ” I ask.
His have fun is a little too high pitched as he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly hides a wedding ring.
Not for the wife either.
The tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red attire and stockings as I put curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. My spouse and i glow on the way home, my purchase inconspicuous, reveling within a closely guarded dirty top secret. I spot the man drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene provides taught me that in the world of kinky sex, discretion simply heightens the thrill.
The evening of the ball comes around and I join Richard and two porn starlets, Emma and Brooke in a rented apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London but insists on letting a place in the city centre every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s confident he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a man or several to head back to ‘ his place’ to stay the party.
Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have met before, but the stars by no means aligned for us to bang. A few drinks later and she’ s telling myself that she’ s obedient, compliant, acquiescent, subservient, docile, meek, dutiful, tractable when it comes to her taste in kinky sex (perfect) and the cab on the way presently there she curls into my lap and slides her hand up my thigh. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I just ponder why this is the standard of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict outfit code and those not in fetish wear will be rapidly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.
Affluent swans off to chat to models ‘ in the kink scene’; ever the social butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke into the main room, the huge loudspeakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an invasion on the senses. It looks like every freak from every subwoofer culture of the London kink scene is here in full elegance for their dose of dirty sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.
The music dampens as the group fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also a shibari and wax play performance, followed by fire eaters and burlesque dancers. The music thrusts the revelers out-and-in the carnival, and when the atmosphere just begins to feel like it will swallow me up, I take a walk through the salon playroom to play voyeur. On a single side of the room players politely introduce themselves to one another in juxtaposition to a couple tearing each other apart. Even now though, the etiquette is definitely impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to take care of distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission ahead of you touch someone.
There are specific theme rooms available for those who have specific kinky making love fantasies. Personally my favourite is a medical fetish room. This harkens back to my days as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I just still look rather getting in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed with all the amount of props that can be played with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, but this beat me completely. Usually, it’ s me dishing out the beating.
Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared although I find them on a chair in the medical fetish space making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky love-making appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism arrived when I bumped into a vintage friend.
My spouse and i met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in strange music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by time and enjoyed getting stunned with electrostim toys through the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home jointly that night and fought to determine who could tie each other to the bed first.
I won, mainly because I always win.
I headed towards his smile. We had met up a few times, some of those times were filthy, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be based on sex alone. That was quite alright by me. I didn’ t need fall in love with Stuart to like getting kinky with him.
“ Will i touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded when he slid his hand in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his palm on the top of my thigh, my own face burned as the mediocre looked on.
“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” I actually nodded towards his side.
“ Well, you should do something about that”.
“ I think I’ve something in mind”.
I led him away, mumbling a safeword in his ear, looking to find a thing to tie him to. It should be known that not every revellers engage in kinky making love at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… absolutely it would be rude not to?
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I recalled a apparence of a taxi ride residence. Rich, Emma, Brooke and I shared a bed and awoke very much worse for wear in the morning.
“ What’ s that? ”
Deep pointed at my thighs. Opening them I still noticed hints of stripes out of only hours before.
“ Oh that? You should see the other person! ”
My spouse and i privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ chatting out’ his presumptions we both left on very good terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for the very next time. It’ s been a while since I’ ve viewed Stuart, and a lot of slaves include licked my heels after that. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, still in cahoots with Deep and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe inside their fantasy.
For people who dare to indulge there may be plenty of kinky sex in the London fetish club landscape. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat in the dance floor.