Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky sex isn’t only 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 aficionado Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us considerably more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish events in the big city.

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I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ h biggest fetish ball. My personal education of fetish golf equipment 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 the moment my photographer friend Rich called me about a spare ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate myself to the kitchen during a get together. The venue had a medical fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But simply no kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You could even find out that you’ re into kinky sex. ” 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 visit before the event and I produced a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunch 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 asked in, then sink on the ground floor into the underworld of London, uk. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink field, the cellar filled with latex clothing. A cork table crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I do think, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish use, I guess you could say there is certainly some kind of worship going on.

A middle aged 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 feels my gaze analysing every single nuance of this transaction. Your local 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 laugh is a little too high pitched as he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly hides a wedding ring.

Not for the wife both.

The tool greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red costume 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 purchase inconspicuous, reveling within a closely guarded dirty key. I spot the girl drinking coffee a few streets away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing even more. The BDSM scene possesses taught me that in the wonderful world of kinky sex, discretion only heightens the thrill.

The evening of the ball rolls around and I join Richard and two porn starlets, Emma and Brooke in a hired apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London, uk but insists on reserving a place in the city hub every time a major fetish celebration takes place. He’ s self-confident he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a man or several to head to ‘ his place’ to carry on the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is andr?gino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have fulfilled before, but the stars under no circumstances aligned for us to have sex with. 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 presently 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 hide 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 rapidly turned away. Luckily we seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

Rich swans off to chat to models ‘ in the twist scene’; ever the interpersonal 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 invasion on the senses. It looks like every single freak from every sub culture of the London kink scene is here in full splendor for their dose of naughty sex: rubberists, drag a queen and slaves. Oh my own. It’ s positively fucking Bacchanalian.

The background music dampens as the audience fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also a shibari and wax take up performance, followed by fire eaters and burlesque dancers. The background music thrusts the revelers in and out the carnival, and when the atmosphere just begins to feel like it will swallow me up, I take a walk through the salon playroom to play voyeur. On a single side of the room players politely introduce themselves to one another in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Nonetheless though, the etiquette is impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not involved and ALWAYS ask permission prior to you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms at hand for those who have specific kinky intimacy fantasies. Personally my favourite certainly is the medical fetish room. That harkens back to my days and nights as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. We still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I was also rather impressed while using amount of props to play with. I thought my adult toy closet was intimidating, nevertheless this beat me without doubt. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared nonetheless I find them on a couch in the medical fetish bedroom making a show of themselves for a group of guys who also all seem rather… interested in their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky sex appeared to be scuppered for the night time, however my optimism returned when I bumped into an oldtime friend.

I just met Stuart several months ago in an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it absolutely was a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in unusual music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by moment and enjoyed getting shocked with electrostim toys in the evening and this made me laugh, hard. We went home mutually that night and fought to discover 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 dusty, 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 appreciate getting kinky with him.

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

“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” My spouse and i nodded towards his side.

“ Well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I have 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 sex at a fetish event. But , in this case… certainly it would be rude not to?

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I recalled a mirage of a taxi ride residence. 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. Opening them I still found hints of stripes from only hours before.

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

I actually privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ speaking out’ his presumptions both of us left on very great terms. I’ ve scheduled my ticket for next time. It’ s been a while since I’ ve seen Stuart, and a lot of slaves own licked my heels since that time. I go to the fetish ball as often as I can, still in cahoots with Affluent and his glamorous model friends dressed head to handjob toe in their fantasy.

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