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Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex it isn’t 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 fan Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish events in the big city.


I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ s i9000 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 with my personal life. I like items small and intimate, so once my photographer friend Rich called me about a extra ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate me personally to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a skilled fetish booth chatte, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But zero kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s other half had cleared off and he isn’ t the sort that likes to be seen only. 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 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 visit before the event and I produced a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunch time 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 on the ground floor into the underworld of Greater london. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink scene, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork board crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish don, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle age 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 he chatters away at myself I make sure he feels my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up an extra small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I consult.

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

Not for the wife both.

The assistant greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red attire and stockings as I pour curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I actually glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling within a closely guarded dirty top secret. I spot the lady drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene provides taught me that in the 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 leased apartment a few streets away from the venue. Rich lives in Greater london but insists on reserving a place in the city middle every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s comfortable 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 continue the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is bisexual but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have attained before, but the stars never aligned for us to bone. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me that she’ s submissive when it comes to her taste in kinky sex (perfect) in addition to the cab on the way generally there she curls into my personal lap and slides her hand up my upper leg. 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 gown code and those not in fetish wear will be quickly 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.

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

The background music dampens as the public fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also a shibari and wax play performance, followed by fire eaters 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 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. Still though, the etiquette is definitely impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to keep your distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission ahead of you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms at hand for those who have specific kinky making love fantasies. Personally my favourite may be the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my days as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. We still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed along with the amount of props to learn with. I thought my sex toy closet was intimidating, yet this beat me completely. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared but I find them on a lounger in the medical fetish room making a show of themselves for a group of guys who also all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky gender appeared to be scuppered for the night, however my optimism returned when I bumped into a well used friend.

I just met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish event and from day one it had been a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in odd music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by moment and enjoyed getting stunned with electrostim toys during the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home jointly that night and fought to determine 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 grubby, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be based upon sex alone. That was quite alright by myself. I didn’ t will need fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ Will i touch you? ” This individual 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 own face burned as the others looked on.

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

“ Well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I’ve 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 gender at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… definitely it would be rude not to?


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

“ What’ s that? ”

Affluent pointed at my thighs. Beginning them I still found hints of stripes out of only hours before.

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

We privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ talking out’ his presumptions we both left on very good terms. I’ ve reserved my ticket for the next time. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve noticed Stuart, and a lot of slaves possess licked my heels subsequently. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, nonetheless in cahoots with Full and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

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