Kinky Sex in Club Land

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

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I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish golf equipment 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 Richard called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate me to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a therapeutic fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But no kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s other half had cleared off and he isn’ t what kind that likes to be seen exclusively. So after some prodding I relented. I was doing a favour of course , as a good 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, just like that’ s going to happen”.

Two days to move before the event and I built a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunchtime 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 invited 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 landscape, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork plank crucifix flanks a leather swing. A little abstract I think, 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 age gentleman stands nervously on 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 me personally I make sure he feels my gaze analysing every nuance of this transaction. A store assistant rings up a supplementary 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 chuckle is a little too high pitched as he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly conceals a wedding ring.

Not for the wife possibly.

The associate greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I put curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty magic formula. I spot the gentleman drinking coffee a few roadways away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing even more. The BDSM scene has taught me that in the wonderful 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 London but insists on reserving a place in the city middle every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s confident he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head returning to ‘ his place’ to carry on the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is andr?gino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars never aligned for us to bang. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me personally that she’ s submissive 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 ” leg “. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the standard of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict gown code and those not in fetish wear will be immediately turned away. Luckily we all seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Affluent swans off to chat to models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the cultural butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in to the main room, the huge speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an invasion on the senses. It looks like every freak from every sub-contract culture of the London kink scene is here in full wonders for their dose of perverted sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my personal. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the masses 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 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 one another in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Nonetheless though, the etiquette is usually impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to take care of distance when you are not included and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms currently happening for those who have specific kinky sex fantasies. Personally my favourite may be the medical fetish room. It harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I used to be also rather impressed along with the amount of props to learn with. I thought my male masturbator closet was intimidating, nonetheless this beat me completely. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nevertheless I find them on a settee in the medical fetish room making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My ideas for lesbian kinky sex appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism arrived when I bumped into a classic 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 odd music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by seso free 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 discover who could tie the other person 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 dusty, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be based on sex alone. That was quite alright by myself. I didn’ t will need fall in love with Stuart to like getting kinky with him.

“ Will i touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded as he slid his hand up the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his hands on the top of my thigh, my own face burned as the mediocre looked on.

“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” We nodded towards his side.

“ Very 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 all revellers engage in kinky intimacy at a fetish event. But , in this case… definitely 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 pertaining to wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

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

For people who dare to indulge there is certainly plenty of kinky sex on the London fetish club arena. It’ s waiting to choose from, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat around the dance floor.