Kinky Sex in Membership Land

Kinky sex is not 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 lover Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us considerably more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occasions 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 learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex within my personal life. I like factors small and intimate, so once my photographer friend Richard called me about a spare ticket I actually took several convincing. I usually relegate personally to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a therapeutic fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But zero kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You may even find out that you’ re into kinky sex. ” 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 look before the event and I produced 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 Birmingham. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink arena, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork board crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I do believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish put on, I guess you could say you can find some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique gentleman stands nervously in 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 feels my gaze analysing every single nuance of this transaction. Your local store assistant rings up an extra small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was de.blablacams.com/schwanger/ for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I consult.

His have a good laugh 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 dress and stockings as I afin de curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. We glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty secret. I spot the guy drinking coffee a few avenues away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing more. The BDSM scene possesses taught me that in the 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 Manchester but insists on hiring a place in the city hub every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s confident he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a dude or several to head returning to ‘ his place’ to carry on the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is bisexual but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have met before, but the stars hardly ever aligned for us to bone. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me that she’ s submissive 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 leg. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to hide their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I just ponder why this is the standard of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict outfit code and those not in fetish wear will be immediately turned away. Luckily we all seem to make the cut and we are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Deep swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the social butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in the main room, the huge audio speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an invasion on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every sub-contract culture of the London twist scene is here in full attractiveness for their dose of perverted sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my. 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 predators and burlesque dancers. The background 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 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. Even now though, the etiquette is definitely impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to take care of distance when you are not included and ALWAYS ask permission ahead of you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms available for those who have specific kinky making love fantasies. Personally my favourite is the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my days as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I just still look rather fetching in a lab coat. I used to be also rather impressed along with the amount of props to play with. I thought my adult toy closet was intimidating, but this beat me hands down. Usually, it’ s me 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 who also all seem rather… excited about their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky intimacy appeared to be scuppered for the night, however my optimism came back when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

I just met Stuart several months ago at an alt rock fetish function and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. There were 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 through 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, mainly because I always win.

I headed towards his smile. We had met up a few times, some of those times were dusty, 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 will need fall in love with Stuart to love getting kinky with him.

“ Will i touch you? ” He asked. I nodded when 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” We nodded towards his side.

“ 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 a thing to tie him to. It should be known that not almost all revellers engage in kinky sex 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 home. Rich, Emma, Brooke and i also shared a bed and awoke very much worse to get wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

We privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ speaking out’ his presumptions the two of us left on very very good terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for the very next time. It’ s been some time since I’ ve seen Stuart, and a lot of slaves have licked my heels after that. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, still in cahoots with Rich and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe within their fantasy.

For people who dare to indulge you can find plenty of kinky sex in the London fetish club arena. It’ s waiting in existence, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat around the dance floor.