Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex is not only shackled to your bed. You can create it out on a leash towards the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex aficionado Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occasions in the big city.

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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My own education of fetish golf clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex in my personal life. I like issues small and intimate, so once my photographer friend Rich called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate me personally to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a therapeutic fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But no kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s partner had cleared off and he isn’ t what kind that likes to be seen alone. So after some prodding I relented. I was performing a favour of course , as a good friend.

“ You might even find out that you’ re into kinky sex. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my the likelihood of the depraved for years.

“ Yeah, just like that’ s going to happen”.

Two days to go before the event and I built a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunch break 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 from side to side until you are encouraged in, then sink on the ground floor into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink field, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork mother board crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I do believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish don, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique gentleman stands nervously at 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 at myself I make sure he feels my gaze analysing every nuance of this transaction. The store assistant rings up an additional small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too tiny for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I request.

His chuckle is a little too high pitched as he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly conceals a wedding ring.

Not for the wife either.

The associate greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red costume and stockings as I serve curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I just glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty key. I spot the lady drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing even more. The BDSM scene features taught me that in the world of kinky sex, discretion simply heightens the thrill.

The evening of the ball rolls around and I join Richard and two porn starlets, Emma and Brooke in a booked apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London, uk but insists on reserving a place in the city centre every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s self-confident he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head returning to ‘ his place’ to stay the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is bisexual but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have attained before, but the stars do not aligned for us to fuck. 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 leg. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. We ponder why this is the suit of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict dress code and those not in fetish wear will be speedily turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and we are ushered in by simply 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 in to the main room, the huge speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an assault on the senses. It looks like every single freak female cams from every subwoofer culture of the London kink scene is here in full attractiveness for their dose of perverted sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my personal. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the public fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also a shibari and wax take up performance, followed by fire predators and burlesque dancers. The music thrusts the revelers in and out 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 one 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 can be impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms in front of you for those who have specific kinky sex fantasies. Personally my favourite is definitely the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed along with the amount of props to experience with. I thought my adult toy closet was intimidating, nevertheless 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 chair in the medical fetish bedroom making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky gender appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism came back when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

I met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish event and from day one it was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in unusual music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by time and enjoyed getting shocked with electrostim toys at nighttime and this made me laugh, hard. We went home together that night and fought to find out 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 me. I didn’ t need fall in love with Stuart to love getting kinky with him.

“ Can I touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded as he slid his hand up the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his claws on the top of my thigh, my face burned as others looked on.

“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” I actually nodded towards his hands.

“ 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 something to tie him to. It should be known that not most revellers engage in kinky intimacy at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… definitely it would be rude not to?

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I recalled a mirage of a taxi ride home. Rich, Emma, Brooke and i also shared a bed and awoke very much worse to get wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

Full pointed at my thighs. Opening them I still noticed hints of stripes by only hours before.

“ Oh that? You should see the other guy! ”

I just privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ speaking out’ his presumptions we both left on very great terms. I’ ve reserved my ticket for next time. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve found Stuart, and a lot of slaves own licked my heels since that time. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, even now in cahoots with High and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe within their fantasy.

For people who dare to indulge there exists plenty of kinky sex on the London fetish club field. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat around the dance floor.

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