Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex isn’t 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 fan Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us extra about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish incidents in the big city.

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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ ersus biggest fetish ball. My personal education of fetish golf clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I discovered my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex inside my personal life. I like points small and intimate, so the moment my photographer friend Rich called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate myself to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a skilled fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But simply no kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You may even find out that you’ re into kinky love-making. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my inclination towards the depraved for years.

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

Two days to look before the event and I manufactured a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunch 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 invited in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink picture, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork plank crucifix flanks a leather swing. A little abstract I do think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish put on, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle age 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 this individual chatters away at me I make sure he feels my gaze analysing every single nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up an extra small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I ask.

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

The evening of the ball comes around and I join Richard and two porn starlets, Emma and Brooke in a hired apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in Birmingham but insists on reserving a place in the city hub every time a major fetish event 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 back in ‘ his place’ to remain the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is andr?gino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars never aligned for us to fuck. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me personally 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 generally there she curls into my personal lap and slides her hand up my ” leg “. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I just ponder why this is the clothes of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict attire code and those not in fetish wear will be swiftly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

Full swans off to talk with models ‘ in the kink scene’; ever the public 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 breach on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every sub culture of the London kink scene is here in full natural beauty for their dose of dirty sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The background music dampens as the audience fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is a shibari and wax play performance, followed by fire predators and burlesque dancers. The music thrusts the revelers out and in the kiss 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 each other in juxtaposition to a couple tearing each other apart. Still though, the etiquette is certainly impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to keep your distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission just before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms in front of you for those who have specific kinky making love fantasies. Personally my favourite is 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 getting in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed with all the amount of props to try out with. I thought my sex toy closet was intimidating, nonetheless this beat me hands down. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared but I find them on a settee in the medical fetish space making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky love-making appeared to be scuppered for the night, however my optimism returned when I bumped into a vintage friend.

We met Stuart several months ago at an alt rock fetish event and from day one it was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in strange music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by day time and enjoyed getting amazed with electrostim toys at night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home collectively that night and fought to view 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 grubby, 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 take pleasure in 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 remember the heat of his palm on the top of my thigh, my own face burned as different ones looked on.

“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” My spouse and i nodded towards his hands.

“ Very well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I use 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 of the revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish event. But , in this case… surely it would be rude not to?

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I recalled a apparence of a taxi ride residence. 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. Beginning them I still observed hints of stripes out of only hours before.

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

My spouse and i privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ chatting out’ his presumptions we both left on very good terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for the next occasion. It’ s been some time since I’ ve found Stuart, and a lot of slaves include licked my heels subsequently. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, still in cahoots with Deep and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe inside their fantasy.

Continually dare to indulge there may be plenty of kinky sex within the London fetish club field. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat for the dance floor.