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Kinky Sex in Tavern Land

Wednesday, April 18th, 2001

Kinky Sex in Tavern Land

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

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I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My personal education of fetish golf equipment was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex in my personal life. I fr.blablacams.com/lesbiènes like items small and intimate, so when ever my photographer friend Richard called me about a free ticket I actually took several convincing. I usually relegate me to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a therapeutic fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But simply no kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You could even find out that you’ re into kinky gender. ” 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 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 laterally until you are asked in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall structure is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM events on the London kink landscape, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork plank crucifix flanks a leather swing. A little abstract I think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish use, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle aged gentleman stands nervously on 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 single nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up an additional small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I request.

His laugh 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 possibly.

The helper greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I put 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 solution. I spot the man drinking coffee a few streets away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing even more. The BDSM scene features taught me that in the wonderful 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 leased apartment a few streets away from the venue. Rich lives in Greater london but insists on booking a place in the city hub every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s assured he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a person or several to head to ‘ his place’ to carry on the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is bisexual but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars never aligned for us to have sex with. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me personally that she’ s submissive when it comes to her taste in kinky sex (perfect) and in the cab on the way generally there she curls into my personal lap and slides her hand up my thigh. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the even of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict gown code and those not in fetish wear will be swiftly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Affluent swans off to chat to models ‘ in the kink scene’; ever the interpersonal butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in to the main room, the huge speaker systems already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an strike on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every submission culture of the London twist scene is here in full splendor for their dose of naughty sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the masses fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also 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. Using one side of the room players politely introduce themselves to each other in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Still though, the etiquette is definitely 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 available for those who have specific kinky intimacy fantasies. Personally my favourite may be the medical fetish room. That harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather getting in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed along with the amount of props that can be played with. I thought my male masturbator 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 lounger in the medical fetish space making a show of themselves for a group of guys whom all seem rather… enthusiastic about their performance. My ideas for lesbian kinky sex appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism came back when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

I actually met Stuart several months ago in a alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it was a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in bizarre music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by day and enjoyed getting amazed with electrostim toys during the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home collectively that night and fought to find out who could tie the other person to the bed first.

I won, since 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 personally. I didn’ t want fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ Am i able to touch you? ” He asked. I nodded as he slid his hand in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his hands on the top of my thigh, my personal face burned as average looked on.

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

“ Well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I possess 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 intimacy at a fetish event. But , in this case… certainly it would be rude not to?

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

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ chatting out’ his presumptions the two of us left on very good terms. I’ ve ordered my ticket for the next time. It’ s been a while since I’ ve viewed Stuart, and a lot of slaves have got licked my heels since then. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, nonetheless in cahoots with High and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe within their fantasy.

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

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