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Kinky Sex in Club Land

Tuesday, December 13th, 2011

Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex isn’t just shackled to your bed. You can take it out on a leash for 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 situations in the big city.

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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ ersus biggest fetish ball. My own education of fetish golf equipment was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex inside my personal life. I like points small and intimate, so when my photographer friend Rich called me about a spare ticket I actually took some convincing. I usually relegate myself to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a skilled fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But zero kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You might 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, 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 meal 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 on the ground floor into the underworld of Greater london. The store’ s wall structure is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink field, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork board crucifix flanks a leather swing. A little abstract I do think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish use, I guess you could say there exists 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 he chatters away at myself I make sure he seems my gaze analysing every single nuance of this transaction. Your local store assistant rings up an additional small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too tiny for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I inquire.

His have a good 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 tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I afin de curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. My spouse and i glow on the way home, my purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty solution. I spot the gentleman drinking coffee a few roadways away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene offers 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 booked apartment a few streets away from the venue. Rich lives in Manchester but insists on reserving a place in the city centre every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s assured he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a dude or several to head to ‘ his place’ to remain the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have attained before, but the stars do not aligned for us to bone. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me 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 at this time there she curls into my 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 actually ponder why this is the uniform of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict attire code and those not in fetish wear will be speedily turned away. Luckily we all seem to make the cut and we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

High swans off to chat to models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the social 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 attack on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every sub culture of the London kink scene is here in full splendor for their dose of dirty sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my personal. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the audience fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. We have 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 choose will swallow me up, I take a walk through the cosmetic salon 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 usually impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms at hand for those who have specific kinky intimacy fantasies. Personally my favourite is the medical fetish room. That 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 used to be also rather impressed along with the amount of props to try out with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, yet this beat me absolutely. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nevertheless I find them on a couch in the medical fetish room making a show of themselves for a group of guys who all seem rather… enthusiastic about their performance. My strategies for lesbian kinky love-making appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism came 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 was a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in bizarre music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by time and enjoyed getting amazed with electrostim toys through the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home collectively that night and fought to discover who could tie one another to the bed first.

I won, because I always win.

I headed towards his smile. We had met up a few times, some of those times were grubby, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be depending on sex alone. That was quite alright by me personally. I didn’ t want fall in love with Stuart to take pleasure in getting kinky with him.

“ May i touch you? ” He asked. I nodded as he slid his hand the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his hands on the top of my thigh, my face burned as the mediocre 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 all revellers engage in kinky gender 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 also shared a bed and awoke very much worse for wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

High pointed at my thighs. Beginning them I still found hints of stripes out of only hours before.

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

I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ conversing out’ his presumptions we both left on very very good terms. I’ ve ordered my ticket for the next time. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve noticed Stuart, and a lot of slaves own licked my heels ever since then. I go cunnilingus to the fetish ball as often as I can, even now in cahoots with Rich and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

Continually dare to indulge there is plenty of kinky sex for the London fetish club scene. It’ s waiting in existence, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat for the dance floor.