Kinky Sex in Tavern Land
Kinky sex is not only shackled to your bed. You can create it out on a leash to the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex fanatic Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us considerably more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish events in the big city.
I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ h biggest fetish ball. My own education of fetish clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex within my personal life. I like issues small and intimate, so when ever my photographer friend Richard called me about a spare ticket I actually took a few convincing. I usually relegate me personally to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a therapeutic fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But not any kitchen to hide in!
Rich’ s other half had cleared off and he isn’ t the sort that likes to be seen only. So after some prodding I relented. I was doing a favour of course , as a friend.
“ You could even find out that you’ re into kinky making love. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my inclination towards the depraved for years.
“ Yeah, like that’ s going to happen”.
Two days to move before the event and I built a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunch time at Covent Garden and stopped by a favourite fetish store of mine. The program is simple. Press the buzzer, look at your feet and shift your gaze from side to side until you are encouraged in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of Greater london. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink arena, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork table crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I do think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish use, I guess you could say you can find some kind of worship going on.
A middle aged gentleman stands nervously with the counter, presumably ducking out at lunch time on an ‘ errand’. The sadist in me enjoys making him feel uneasy so as this individual chatters away at myself I make sure he feels my gaze analysing every nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up another small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too tiny for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.
“ Something for the weekend? ” I question.
His chuckle is a little too high pitched when he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly hides a wedding ring.
Not for the wife possibly.
The associate greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red outfit and stockings as I dump 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 key. I spot the guy drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing extra. The BDSM scene features taught me that in the wonderful 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 booking a place in the city center every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s comfortable he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy 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 fulfilled before, but the stars do not aligned for us to bone. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me that she’ s submissive 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 quad. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. My spouse and i ponder why this is the suit 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 all seem to make the cut and we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.
Affluent swans off to talk deepthroat with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the interpersonal butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in to the main room, the huge audio speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an strike on the senses. It looks like every freak from every sub-contract culture of the London kink scene is here in full wonders for their dose of kinky sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.
The background music dampens as the public fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. We have a shibari and wax play performance, followed by fire predators 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 beauty shop playroom to play voyeur. On a single side of the room players politely introduce themselves to one another in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Even now though, the etiquette is usually impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to keep your distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission before you touch someone.
There are specific theme rooms at hand for those who have specific kinky gender fantasies. Personally my favourite may be the medical fetish room. It harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I just still look rather fetching in a lab coat. I had been also rather impressed with the amount of props to try out with. I thought my masturbator closet was intimidating, yet this beat me hands down. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.
Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared yet I find them on a sofa in the medical fetish room making a show of themselves for a group of guys exactly who all seem rather… enthusiastic about their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky intimacy appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism went back when I bumped into a classic friend.
I actually met Stuart several months ago in a alt rock fetish function and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in odd music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by time and enjoyed getting stunned with electrostim toys in the evening and this made me laugh, hard. We went home mutually that night and fought to see 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 dirty, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be based upon sex alone. That was quite alright by myself. I didn’ t require fall in love with Stuart to take pleasure in getting kinky with him.
“ Am i able to touch you? ” He asked. I nodded when he slid his hand in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his side on the top of my thigh, my personal face burned as the others looked on.
“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” I just nodded towards his side.
“ Very 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 anything to tie him to. It should be known that not every revellers engage in kinky love-making at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… definitely it would be rude not to?
I recalled a apparence of a taxi ride house. Rich, Emma, Brooke and i also shared a bed and awoke very much worse to get wear in the morning.
“ What’ s that? ”
Deep pointed at my thighs. Starting them I still found hints of stripes by only hours before.
“ Oh that? You should see the other man! ”
I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ discussing out’ his presumptions we both left on very great 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 own licked my heels subsequently. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, nonetheless in cahoots with Full and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe inside their fantasy.
For those that dare to indulge there exists plenty of kinky sex in the London fetish club picture. It’ s waiting in existence, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat on the dance floor.