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Kinky Sex in Club Land

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Kinky Sex in Club Land

Kinky sex isn’t only shackled to your bed. You can create it out on a leash to 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 incidents in the big city.


I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ h 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 inside my personal life. I like items small and intimate, so when my photographer friend Richard called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate me to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a medical fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But no kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s other half had cleared off and he isn’ t what kind that likes to be seen only. So after some prodding I relented. I was doing a favour of course , as a friend.

“ You might even find out that you’ re into kinky love-making. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my the likelihood of the depraved for years.

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

Two days to go before the event and I produced a trip into the city to find something to wear. I had lunch break 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 invited in, then sink on the ground floor into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall structure is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink picture, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork panel crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish have on, I guess you could say there is certainly some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique gentleman stands nervously with the counter, presumably ducking out at lunch time on an ‘ errand’. The sadist in me enjoys making him feel uneasy so as he chatters away at me I make sure he seems my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. The store assistant rings up an additional small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too tiny for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I inquire.

His have a good 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 both.

The tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red costume and stockings as I serve curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I actually glow on the way home, my own purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty key. I spot the man drinking coffee a few streets 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 simply 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 hiring a place in the city hub every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s self-assured he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a person or several to head returning to ‘ his place’ to carry on the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally keistis sperma only shacks up with women. We have found before, but the stars by no means 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) and in the cab on the way there she curls into my own lap and slides her hand up my upper leg. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the suit of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict dress code and those not in fetish wear will be immediately turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Rich swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the public butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in to the main room, the huge audio speakers already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an assault on the senses. It looks like every freak from every subwoofer culture of the London kink scene is here in full elegance for their dose of kinky sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the group fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. We have 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 feel like it 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 one another in juxtaposition to a couple tearing each other apart. Even now though, the etiquette is certainly impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to keep your distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission just before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms available for those who have specific kinky making love fantasies. Personally my favourite is definitely the medical fetish room. It harkens back to my days as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. My spouse and i still look rather fetching in a lab coat. I had been also rather impressed with all the amount of props to try out with. I thought my male masturbator closet was intimidating, yet this beat me completely. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared although I find them on a lounger in the medical fetish place making a show of themselves for a group of guys whom all seem rather… interested in their performance. My strategies for lesbian kinky making love appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism returned when I bumped into an oldtime 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 bizarre music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by time and enjoyed getting shocked with electrostim toys in the evening and this made me laugh, hard. We went home jointly that night and fought to discover who could tie each other 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 based on sex alone. That was quite alright by myself. I didn’ t want fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ Can one touch you? ” He asked. I nodded when he slid his hand in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his hand on the top of my thigh, my face burned as the mediocre looked on.

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

“ Well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I use something in mind”.

I led him away, mumbling a safeword in his ear, looking to find a thing to tie him to. It should be known that not all revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish event. But , in this case… absolutely 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 intended for wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

Affluent pointed at my thighs. Opening them I still found hints of stripes by 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 we both left on very great terms. I’ ve scheduled my ticket for the very next time. It’ s been a while since I’ ve found Stuart, and a lot of slaves have got licked my heels since then. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, even now in cahoots with Deep and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe in their fantasy.

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