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Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex is not just 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 situations in the big city.


I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ ersus biggest fetish ball. My own education of fetish night clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned 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 spare ticket I actually took some convincing. I usually relegate myself to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a skilled fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But not any kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s partner had cleared off and he isn’ t the type that likes to be seen exclusively. So after some prodding I relented. I was performing 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 the likelihood of the depraved for years.

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

Two days to travel before the event and I built a trip into the city to find something to wear sexy gratis. I had lunchtime 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 ground floor into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM occurrences on the London kink scene, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork panel crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I do think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish wear, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle aged 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 this individual chatters away at me personally I make sure he feels my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. The store assistant rings up an additional small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too small for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I consult.

His laugh 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 tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I serve curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I glow on the way home, my purchase inconspicuous, reveling within a closely guarded dirty secret. I spot the lady drinking coffee a few pavements away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing extra. The BDSM scene possesses 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 rented apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London, uk but insists on hiring a place in the city center every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s self-assured he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a dude or several to head to ‘ his place’ to carry on the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars by no means aligned for us to have sex with. 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) and the cab on the way right now there she curls into my personal 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. I ponder why this is the suit of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict costume code and those not in fetish wear will be immediately turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and we are ushered in by security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

Deep swans off to talk with models ‘ in the kink scene’; ever the cultural butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in the main room, the huge speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an invasion on the senses. It looks like just about every freak from every subwoofer culture of the London kink scene is here in full splendor for their dose of perverted sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.

The background 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 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 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. Even now though, the etiquette is 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 available for those who have specific kinky sex 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. My spouse and i still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I used to be also rather impressed with all the amount of props to experience with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, although this beat me without doubt. Usually, it’ s me dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nonetheless I find them on a settee in the medical fetish bedroom making a show of themselves for a group of guys exactly who all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky gender appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism went back when I bumped into a vintage friend.

We met Stuart several months ago at an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in unusual music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by moment and enjoyed getting surprised with electrostim toys in the evening and this made me laugh, hard. We went home along that night and fought to discover who could tie each other to the bed first.

I won, since 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 need 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 up the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall 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” We nodded towards his hands.

“ Very 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 anything to tie him to. It should be known that not every revellers engage in kinky gender at a fetish event. But , in this case… certainly it would be rude not to?


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

“ What’ s that? ”

Full 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 actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ talking out’ his presumptions the two of us left on very very good terms. I’ ve scheduled my ticket for the next occasion. It’ s been some time since I’ ve seen Stuart, and a lot of slaves possess licked my heels ever since then. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, nonetheless in cahoots with Affluent and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

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