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Kinky Sex in Club Land

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Kinky Sex in Club Land

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


I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish night clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I discovered my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex within my personal life. I like things small and intimate, so the moment my photographer friend Richard called me about a extra ticket I actually took some convincing. I usually relegate me to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a skilled 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 the sort that likes to be seen by itself. 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 intimacy. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my inclination towards the depraved for years.

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

Two days to move before the event and I produced 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 program is simple. Press the buzzer, look at your feet and shift your gaze laterally until you are encouraged in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of London. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM occurrences on the London kink scene, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork mother board crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I do think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish don, I guess you could say there may be some kind of worship going on.

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

“ Something for the weekend? ” I inquire.

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

Not for the wife either.

The helper greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I pour curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I actually glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty secret. I spot the man drinking coffee a few pavements away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene features taught me that in the world of kinky sex, discretion only 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 Manchester but insists on renting a place in the city middle every time a major fetish celebration 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 returning to ‘ his place’ to keep the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is andr?gino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have achieved 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) in addition to the cab on the way there she curls into my lap and slides her hand up my thigh. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to hide their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the clothes of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict costume code and those not in fetish wear will be speedily turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and are ushered in by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

High swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the sociable 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 invasion on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every sub culture of the London twist scene is here in full splendor for their dose of dirty sex: rubberists, drag a queen 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 exists a shibari and wax take up 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 choose will swallow me up, I take a walk through the cosmetic salon playroom to play voyeur. On a single 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 just before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms currently happening for those who have specific kinky gender 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 had been also rather impressed along with the amount of props that can be played with. I thought my male masturbator closet was intimidating, although this beat me completely. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared yet 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… interested in their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky making love appeared to be scuppered for the night, however my optimism went back when I bumped into a well used friend.

My spouse and i met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in bizarre music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by time and enjoyed getting astonished with electrostim toys at night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home along 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 on sex alone. That was quite alright by me. I didn’ t require fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ Can one touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded when he slid his hand the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his hand on the top of my thigh, my own face burned as different ones looked on.

“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” I just nodded towards his palm.

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


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

“ What’ s that? ”

Affluent pointed at my thighs. Opening them I still found hints of stripes via only hours before.

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

I privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ conversing out’ his presumptions both of us left on very good terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for the next time. It’ s been some time 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 Rich and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

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