Kinky Sex in Team Land

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Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky sex is not just shackled to your bed. You can create it out on a leash towards the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex fanatic Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us extra about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish occasions in the big city.

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I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish club sets was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I discovered my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex in my personal life. I like points small and intimate, so when my photographer friend Rich called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate myself 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 carrying out a favour of course , as a good 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 move before the event and I built a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunchtime 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 on the ground floor into the underworld of London, uk. The store’ s wall structure is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM occurrences on the London kink field, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork plank crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I do 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 antique gentleman stands nervously on 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 me personally I make sure he seems my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. Your local store assistant rings up an extra small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I consult.

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 tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red costume and stockings as I afin de curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I glow on the way home, my purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty top secret. I spot the girl drinking coffee a few roadways away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing extra. The BDSM scene offers 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 booked apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in Manchester but insists on booking a place in the city centre every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s confident he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head returning to ‘ his place’ to keep the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars hardly ever aligned for us to have sex with. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me personally 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 generally 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 hide 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 dress code and those not in fetish wear will be immediately turned away. Luckily we all seem to make the cut and we are ushered in by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

High swans off to talk with models ‘ in the kink 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 assault on the senses. It looks like just about every freak from every sub culture of the London kink scene is here in full wonders for their dose of perverted sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my. 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 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 salon 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. Even now though, the etiquette is impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission ahead of you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms currently happening for those who have specific kinky intimacy 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. We still look rather getting in a lab coat. I used to be also rather impressed together with the amount of props that can be played with. I thought my adult toy closet was intimidating, although this beat me absolutely. Usually, it’ s me personally dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nevertheless I find them on a lounger in the medical fetish bedroom making a show of themselves for a group of guys whom all seem rather… interested in their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky love-making appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism returned when I bumped into an old friend.

We met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish function and from day one it had been a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in weird music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by working day and enjoyed getting stunned with electrostim toys at nighttime and this made me laugh, hard. We went home along that night and fought to view who could tie the other person to the bed first.

I won, since 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 need fall in love with Stuart to take pleasure in getting kinky with him.

“ Can I touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded when he slid his hand the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his side on the top of my thigh, my personal face burned as others looked on.

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

“ Very 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 a thing to tie him to. It should be known that not almost all revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish function. But , in this case… certainly 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 meant for wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

Deep pointed at my thighs. Starting them I still saw hints of stripes coming from only hours before.

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

My spouse and i privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ discussing out’ his presumptions both of us left on very very good terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for the very next time. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve found 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 High and his glamorous model guests dressed head to toe within their fantasy.

For people who dare http://www.de.blablacams.com/mollig/ to indulge there is certainly plenty of kinky sex around the London fetish club arena. It’ s waiting to choose from, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat for the dance floor.

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