Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex isn’t only shackled to your bed. You can create 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 even more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occurrences in the big city.

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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ s biggest fetish ball. My own education of fetish night clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I discovered my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex during my personal life. I like things small and intimate, so when ever my photographer friend Rich called me about a spare ticket I actually took several convincing. I usually relegate me personally 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 partner had cleared off and he isn’ t what kind that likes to be seen exclusively. So after some prodding I relented. I was performing a favour of course , as a 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 built 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 masturbacija simple. Press the buzzer, look at your feet and shift your gaze laterally until you are asked in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of London, uk. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink landscape, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork table crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish have on, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique gentleman stands nervously in the counter, presumably ducking away 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 seems my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up another 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 have fun 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 gown and stockings as I pour curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I glow on the way home, my purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty magic formula. I spot the guy drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing more. The BDSM scene provides 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 leased apartment a few streets away from the venue. Rich lives in Birmingham but insists on reserving a place in the city center every time a major fetish event takes place. He’ s self-confident he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a man or several to head back to ‘ his place’ to stay the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have achieved before, but the stars by no means 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) and in 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 cover their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. My spouse and i ponder why this is the clothes of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict dress code and those not in fetish wear will be speedily turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

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

The music dampens as the crowd fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. We have a shibari and wax take up performance, followed by fire eaters and burlesque dancers. The background 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 salon playroom to play voyeur. On one side of the room players politely introduce themselves to one another in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Even now though, the etiquette can be impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms currently happening for those who have specific kinky gender fantasies. Personally my favourite is the medical fetish room. That harkens back to my days as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed with all the amount of props to try out with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, yet this beat me without doubt. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared although I find them on a settee in the medical fetish place making a show of themselves for a group of guys exactly who all seem rather… excited about their performance. My strategies for lesbian kinky sex appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism came back when I bumped into a classic friend.

We met Stuart several months ago in a alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in weird music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by moment and enjoyed getting amazed with electrostim toys at night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home together that night and fought to find out who could tie one another 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 filthy, 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 require fall in love with Stuart to love getting kinky with him.

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

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

“ Well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I have 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 most revellers engage in kinky intimacy at a fetish function. But , in this case… certainly it would be rude not to?

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I recalled a mirage 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? ”

High pointed at my thighs. Starting them I still saw hints of stripes via only hours before.

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

I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ chatting out’ his presumptions we both left on very very good terms. I’ ve scheduled my ticket for next time. It’ s been a while since I’ ve found Stuart, and a lot of slaves include 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 guests dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

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