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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 earn it out on a leash towards the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex enthusiast Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us even more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occasions in the big city.


I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ ersus biggest fetish ball. My personal education of fetish golf equipment 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 issues small and intimate, so once my photographer friend Richard called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate by myself to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a skilled fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main 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 by itself. 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 making love. ” 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 travel before the event and I manufactured a trip into the city to find something to wear. I had lunch 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 membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM occurrences on the London kink landscape, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork panel crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish wear, I guess you could say you can find some kind of worship going on.

A middle aged gentleman stands nervously at the counter, presumably ducking away 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 every nuance of this transaction. Your local 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 question.

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 associate greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red gown and stockings as I serve 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 key. I spot the gentleman drinking coffee a few avenues away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene features 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 Greater london but insists on renting a place in the city centre every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s self-confident he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head back in ‘ his place’ to continue the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars never 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) in addition to the cab on the way generally there she curls into my own lap and slides her hand up my thigh. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I actually 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 rapidly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

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

The background music dampens as the crowd fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also a shibari and wax play performance, followed by fire predators and burlesque dancers. The background music thrusts the revelers in and out the carnival, and when the atmosphere just begins to choose will swallow me up, I take a walk through the beauty shop playroom to play voyeur. Using one side of the room players politely introduce themselves to each other in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Nonetheless though, the etiquette is definitely impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to keep your distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission just before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms available for those who have specific kinky love-making fantasies. Personally my favourite is a medical fetish room. That harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather getting in a lab coat. I used to be also rather impressed with all the amount of props to try out with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, although this beat me hands down. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared yet I find them on a settee in the medical fetish area making a show of themselves for a group of guys who also all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky intimacy appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism came back when I bumped into a well used friend.

My spouse and i met Stuart several months ago at an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in strange music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by day and enjoyed getting amazed with electrostim toys at night 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 me personally. I didn’ t require fall in love with Stuart to like getting kinky with him.

“ Can one touch you? ” He asked. I nodded when 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 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 every revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… surely it would be rude not to?


I recalled a apparence 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? ”

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

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

I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ talking out’ his presumptions both of us left on very very good terms. I’ ve reserved my ticket for the next time. It’ s cunnilingus been a while since I’ ve found Stuart, and a lot of slaves own licked my heels since then. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, still in cahoots with Affluent and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

For people who dare to indulge there may be plenty of kinky sex on the London fetish club landscape. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat within the dance floor.