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Kinky Sex in Club Land

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Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex is not just shackled to your bed. You may make it out on a leash to the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex enthusiast Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us extra about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish events 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 club sets 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 items small and intimate, so the moment my photographer friend Rich called me about a extra ticket I actually took several 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 not any kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s partner had cleared off and he isn’ t the kind that likes to be seen by itself. So after some prodding I relented. I was doing 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 inclination towards the depraved for years.

“ Yeah, just 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 lunch time 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 asked in, then sink on the ground floor into the underworld of London, uk. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink arena, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork plank crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish have on, I guess you could say there exists some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique gentleman stands nervously in the counter, presumably ducking out at lunch time on an ‘ errand’. The sadist in me enjoys making him feel uneasy so as he chatters away at me I make sure he seems my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up extra small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too small for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I request.

His have fun 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 possibly.

The associate greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I pour curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. We glow on the way home, my own purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty magic formula. I spot the guy drinking coffee a few streets away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing extra. The BDSM scene has taught me that in the world of kinky sex, discretion just heightens the thrill.

The evening of the ball rolls around and I join Richard and two porn starlets, Emma and Brooke in a rented out apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London but insists on letting a place in the city hub every time a major fetish event takes place. He’ s comfortable he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a person or several to head back to ‘ his place’ to keep the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is andr?gino but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have achieved before, but the stars under no circumstances 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 in the cab on the way there she curls into my own lap and slides her hand up my quad. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to hide their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. I 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 speedily turned away. Luckily we all seem to make the cut and are ushered in by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Rich swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the cultural butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke into the main room, the huge audio speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an breach on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every submission culture of the London twist scene is here in full attractiveness for their dose of perverted grat is sex sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The background music dampens as the public fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. We have a shibari and wax take up performance, followed by fire eaters and burlesque dancers. The background music thrusts the revelers out-and-in the carnival, and when the atmosphere just begins to choose 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 couple 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 involved and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms currently happening for those who have specific kinky sex fantasies. Personally my favourite may be the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I just still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I had been also rather impressed with all the amount of props to experience with. I thought my sex toy closet was intimidating, yet this beat me without doubt. Usually, it’ s me dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nevertheless I find them on a sofa in the medical fetish bedroom making a show of themselves for a group of guys whom all seem rather… enthusiastic about their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky gender appeared to be scuppered for the night, however my optimism arrived when I bumped into a vintage friend.

I actually met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it had been a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in bizarre music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by working day and enjoyed getting shocked with electrostim toys at nighttime and this made me laugh, hard. We went home together that night and fought to see who could tie one another 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 soiled, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be based on sex alone. That was quite alright by me personally. I didn’ t need fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ Can one touch you? ” He asked. I nodded as he slid his hand up the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his hand on the top of my thigh, my personal face burned as different ones 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 have 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 all revellers engage in kinky gender at a fetish function. But , in this case… absolutely it would be rude not to?

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I recalled a mirage of a taxi ride house. Rich, Emma, Brooke and I shared a bed and awoke very much worse for wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

Rich pointed at my thighs. Opening them I still observed hints of stripes coming from only hours before.

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

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

For those that dare to indulge there is certainly plenty of kinky sex for the London fetish club picture. It’ s waiting in existence, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat within the dance floor.

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