Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky sex is not just shackled to your bed. You can earn it out on a leash for 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 events in the big city.

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I reflect fondly in the first time at London’ t 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 inside my personal life. I like factors small and intimate, so when ever my photographer friend Rich called me about a spare ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate personally to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a skilled fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But no kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You may even find out that you’ re into kinky gender. ” Rich laughed. He’ s been aware of my inclination towards the depraved for years.

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

Two days to go before the event and I made a trip into the city to look for 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 asked in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of Manchester. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM occasions on the London kink field, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork board crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I do believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish have on, I guess you could say you can find some kind of worship going on.

A middle aged gentleman stands nervously at 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 personally I make sure he seems my gaze analysing every nuance of this transaction. A store assistant rings up another small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too small for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I request.

His chuckle 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 tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red gown and stockings as I put 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 within a closely guarded dirty solution. I spot the guy 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 wonderful world of kinky sex, discretion just heightens the thrill.

The evening of the ball comes around and I join Richard and two porn starlets, Emma and Brooke in a rented out apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London, uk but insists on booking a place in the city middle 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 to ‘ his place’ to continue the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have met 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 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 thigh. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I just ponder why this is the uniform of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict outfit code and those not in fetish wear will be rapidly turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

High swans off to talk with models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the sociable butterfly and I head with Emma and Brooke in to the main room, the huge audio system already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an attack on the senses. It looks like just about every freak from every bass speaker culture of the London kink scene is here in full attractiveness for their dose of dirty sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The background 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 eaters 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. On one side of the room players politely introduce themselves to each other in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Nonetheless though, the etiquette is definitely impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to take care of distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms at hand for those who have specific kinky sex fantasies. Personally my favourite is definitely the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my times 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 while using amount of props to play with. I thought my adult toy closet was intimidating, yet this beat me hands down. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nonetheless I find them on a live sex cams settee in the medical fetish place making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… enthusiastic about their performance. My strategies for lesbian kinky love-making appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism delivered when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

I just met Stuart several months ago in a alt rock fetish function and from day one it had been a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in unusual music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by day and enjoyed getting shocked with electrostim toys through the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home jointly that night and fought to see 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 filthy, 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 take pleasure in getting kinky with him.

“ Can one touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded when he slid his hand in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his hand on the top of my thigh, my personal face burned as different ones 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 some thing to tie him to. It should be known that not every revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish event. But , in this case… certainly it would be rude not to?

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

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

We privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ conversing out’ his presumptions the two of us left on very great terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for the next occasion. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve seen Stuart, and a lot of slaves have licked my heels ever since then. 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 those that dare to indulge there is plenty of kinky sex for the London fetish club arena. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat within the dance floor.