Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky sex isn’t only shackled to your bed. You may make it out on a leash to the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex enthusiast Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occasions in the big city.

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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ h biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish golf equipment was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex during my personal life. I like items small and intimate, so the moment my photographer friend Richard called me about a extra ticket I actually took several convincing. I usually relegate me to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a medical fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But no 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 friend.

“ You could even find out that you’ re into kinky gender. ” 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 travel before the event and I built 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 routine is simple. Press the buzzer, look at your feet and shift your gaze laterally until you are asked in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of Greater london. The store’ s wall structure is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM events on the London kink arena, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork mother board crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish don, I guess you could say there may be some kind of worship going on.

A middle antique 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 me I make sure he feels my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. The store assistant rings up another small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I inquire.

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 either.

The helper greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red attire 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 own purchase inconspicuous, reveling within a closely guarded dirty key. I spot the guy drinking coffee a few pavements away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene provides taught me that in the wonderful world of kinky sex, discretion simply heightens the thrill.

The evening of the ball rolls 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 but insists on reserving a place in the city center every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s comfortable he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head back to ‘ his place’ to keep the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is bisexual but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars never aligned for us to bang. 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 right now 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 cover their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. I actually ponder why this is the even of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict gown code and those not in fetish wear will be rapidly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Full swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the sociable 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 bass speaker culture of the London kink scene is here in full wonders for their dose of naughty sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The background music dampens as the public fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There exists 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 choose will swallow me up, I take a walk through the cosmetic salon 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 usually 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 in front of you for those who have specific kinky intimacy fantasies. Personally my favourite certainly is the medical fetish room. That 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 while using femmes amount of props that can be played with. I thought my masturbator closet was intimidating, although this beat me completely. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared yet I find them on a couch in the medical fetish space making a show of themselves for a group of guys who all seem rather… excited about their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky intimacy appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism came back when I bumped into a classic friend.

I actually met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish event and from day one it was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in strange music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by day time and enjoyed getting surprised with electrostim toys through the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home mutually that night and fought to view who could tie one another 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 filthy, 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 require fall in love with Stuart to like getting kinky with him.

“ Am i able to touch you? ” He asked. I nodded when he slid his hand the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I remember the heat of his claws on the top of my thigh, my personal face burned as different ones looked on.

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

“ Very 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 anything to tie him to. It should be known that not most revellers engage in kinky intimacy at a fetish function. But , in this case… surely it would be rude not to?

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

“ What’ s that? ”

High pointed at my thighs. Starting them I still observed hints of stripes via 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 good terms. I’ ve reserved my ticket for next time. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve seen Stuart, and a lot of slaves have got licked my heels subsequently. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, nonetheless in cahoots with Rich and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe inside their fantasy.

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