Kinky Sex in Membership Land

Kinky Sex in Membership Land

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


I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ s biggest fetish ball. My personal education of fetish night clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex within my personal life. I like things small and intimate, so when my photographer friend Rich called me about a spare ticket I actually took some convincing. I usually relegate personally to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a therapeutic 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 by themselves. So after some prodding I relented. I was carrying out a favour of course , as a friend.

“ You could even find out that you’ re into kinky making love. ” 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 visit before the event and I produced 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 from side to side 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 incidents on the London kink arena, the cellar filled with acrylic 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 you can find some kind of worship going on.

A middle age 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 personally I make sure he feels my gaze analysing every nuance of this transaction. Their grocer assistant rings up 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 request.

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

Not for the wife possibly.

The assistant greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red attire and stockings as I dump curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I glow on the way home, my own purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty top secret. I spot the lady drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing extra. The BDSM scene features 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 leased apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in Manchester but insists on hiring a place in the city centre every time a major fetish event takes place. He’ s comfortable he’ ll get blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head back in ‘ his place’ to stay the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only hooks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars hardly ever aligned for us to bang. A few drinks later and she’ s telling myself that she’ s submissive when it comes to her taste in kinky sex (perfect) and the cab on the way presently 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 outfit code and those not in fetish wear will be immediately turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe inside 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 breach on the senses. It looks like just about every freak from every submission culture of the London twist scene is here in full splendor for their dose of naughty sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The music dampens as the crowd 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. Using one side of the room players politely introduce themselves to one another in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Still though, the etiquette is impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to take care of distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms at hand for those who have specific kinky making love fantasies. Personally my favourite certainly is the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my times as a student: dirty female cams, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather fetching 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 male masturbator closet was intimidating, nevertheless this beat me absolutely. Usually, it’ s me dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nevertheless I find them on a chair in the medical fetish space making a show of themselves for a group of guys who have all seem rather… interested in their performance. My strategies for lesbian kinky intimacy appeared to be scuppered for evening, however my optimism arrived when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

We met Stuart several months ago in an 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 moment and enjoyed getting surprised with electrostim toys in the evening 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, mainly because I always win.

I headed towards his smile. We had met up a few times, some of those times were dirty, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be depending on sex alone. That was quite alright by me personally. I didn’ t need fall in love with Stuart to take pleasure in getting kinky with him.

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

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

“ 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 some thing to tie him to. It should be known that not almost all revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish event. But , in this case… definitely it would be rude not to?


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

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ conversing out’ his presumptions we both left on very very good terms. I’ ve reserved my ticket for the next occasion. It’ s been some time since I’ ve found Stuart, and a lot of slaves possess licked my heels after that. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, even now in cahoots with Rich and his glamorous model friends dressed head to toe within their fantasy.

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