Kinky Sex in Membership Land

Kinky sex isn’t just shackled to your bed. You can create it out on a leash towards the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex lover Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us even more 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’ t biggest fetish ball. My own education of fetish golf clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I discovered my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex in my personal life. I like factors small and intimate, so the moment my photographer friend Richard called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate personally to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a medical fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But not any kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You could even find out that you’ re into kinky sex. ” 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 made 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 from side to side until you are asked in, then sink on the de.blablacams.com/all-models/ ground floor into the underworld of London. The store’ s wall structure is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink picture, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork panel crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I do believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish put on, I guess you could say there is certainly some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique 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 single nuance of this transaction. A 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 question.

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 both.

The assistant greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red outfit and stockings as I put curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I just glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling within a closely guarded dirty solution. I spot the guy drinking coffee a few streets 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 only 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 venue. Rich lives in Manchester but insists on hiring a place in the city hub every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s self-confident he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a dude or several to head back in ‘ his place’ to continue 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 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) in addition to the cab on the way right now 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 none whatsoever underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the suit of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict gown code and those not in fetish wear will be rapidly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and we are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

High swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the public 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 just about every freak from every subwoofer culture of the London kink scene is here in full elegance for their dose of kinky sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the group fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There exists a shibari and wax play performance, followed by fire eaters and burlesque dancers. The background music thrusts the revelers in and out the carnival, and when the atmosphere just begins to want to will swallow me up, I take a walk through the salon 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. Even now though, the etiquette is usually impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to keep your distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms in front of you for those who have specific kinky gender fantasies. Personally my favourite certainly is the medical fetish room. That harkens back to my days and nights 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 that can be played with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, but this beat me without doubt. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared but I find them on a lounger 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 making love appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism went back when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

I just met Stuart several months ago in a alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it had been a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in unusual music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by day time and enjoyed getting stunned with electrostim toys in the evening and this made me laugh, hard. We went home together that night and fought to view who could tie the other person 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 upon sex alone. That was quite alright by myself. I didn’ t need fall in love with Stuart to like getting kinky with him.

“ Can I 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 side on the top of my thigh, my face burned as others looked on.

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

“ 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 making love at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… surely it would be rude not to?

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

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

I privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ discussing out’ his presumptions we both left on very good terms. I’ ve ordered my ticket for the next time. It’ s been some time since I’ ve viewed Stuart, and a lot of slaves have got licked my heels ever since then. 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 inside their fantasy.

For those that dare to indulge there exists plenty of kinky sex around the London fetish club scene. It’ s waiting to choose from, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat for the dance floor.