Kinky Sex in Club Land

December 17, 2012 by: Africa Speaks

Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex is not just shackled to your bed. You can take 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 considerably more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occasions in the big city.


I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ s biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish night 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 when ever my photographer friend Richard called me about a spare ticket I actually took a few 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 kind that likes to be seen exclusively. So after some prodding I relented. I was performing a favour of course , as a friend.

“ You may even find out that you’ re into kinky intimacy. ” 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 visit before the event and I manufactured a trip into the city to find something to wear. I had meal 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 from side to side until you are encouraged in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of London. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink landscape, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork panel crucifix flanks a household 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 some kind of worship going on.

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

“ Something for the weekend? ” I request.

His giggle is a little too high pitched when he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly hides a wedding ring.

Not for the wife possibly.

The helper greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red costume and stockings as I dump 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 within a closely guarded dirty top secret. I spot the girl drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing more. The BDSM scene features taught me that in the world of kinky sex, discretion only 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 venue. Rich lives in Birmingham but insists on reserving a place in the city hub every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s self-confident he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a person or several to head back in ‘ his place’ to keep the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness masturbovanie purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have found before, but the stars never aligned for us to fuck. 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 in the cab on the way there she curls into my personal lap and slides her hand up my ” leg “. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to hide their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the uniform of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict attire code and those not in fetish wear will be quickly turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Affluent swans off to chat to models ‘ in the kink scene’; ever the social butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke into the main room, the huge speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an strike on the senses. It looks like just about every freak from every sub-contract culture of the London twist scene is here in full splendor for their dose of dirty sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The background music dampens as the group fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is a shibari and wax take up 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 want to will swallow me up, I take a walk through the cosmetic salon playroom to play voyeur. On one 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 can be impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission before you touch someone.

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

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared yet I find them on a chair in the medical fetish bedroom making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My programs for lesbian kinky making love appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism went back when I bumped into an old friend.

I just met Stuart several months ago in a alt rock fetish event and from day one it was a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in weird music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by time and enjoyed getting amazed with electrostim toys during the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home together 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 soiled, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be depending on sex alone. That was quite alright by me. I didn’ t want 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 in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his palm on the top of my thigh, my face burned as different ones looked on.

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

“ 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 gender at a fetish event. But , in this case… absolutely it would be rude not to?


I recalled a mirage of a taxi ride residence. Rich, Emma, Brooke and i also shared a bed and awoke very much worse for wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

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

For people who 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 on the dance floor.

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