Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky sex is not only shackled to your bed. You can take 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 even more about the sexy shenanigans taking place at fetish situations in the big city.


I reflect fondly on my first time at London’ s i9000 biggest fetish ball. My personal education of fetish golf equipment was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I learned my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex with my personal life. I like issues 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 get together. The venue had a therapeutic fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But not any kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s other half had cleared off and he isn’ t the sort that likes to be seen by itself. 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, just like that’ s going to happen”.

Two days to visit before the event and I made a trip into the city to find something to wear. I had lunch time 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 encouraged in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of London. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM incidents on the London kink field, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork board crucifix flanks a natural leather swing. A little abstract I believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish wear, I guess you could say there is some kind of worship going on.

A middle used gentleman stands nervously at the counter, presumably ducking away at lunch time on an ‘ errand’. The sadist in me enjoys making him feel uneasy so as this individual chatters away at myself I make sure he feels my gaze analysing just about every nuance of this transaction. A store assistant rings up a supplementary small rubber corset throughout the till. DEFINITELY too little for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I inquire.

His chuckle 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 possibly.

The helper greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red dress and stockings as I dump curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. My spouse and i glow on the way home, my own purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty solution. I spot the girl drinking coffee a few avenues away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing considerably more. The BDSM scene has taught me that in the 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 apartment a few streets away from the venue. Rich lives in Manchester but insists on letting a place in the city hub every time a major fetish event takes place. He’ s confident he’ ll get latex blessed and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a person or several to head back in ‘ his place’ to stay 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 by no means aligned for us to bang. A few drinks later and she’ s telling myself 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 lap and slides her hand up my quad. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to hide their clothes or none whatsoever underneath a mac. I just 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 speedily turned away. Luckily we all seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

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

The music dampens as the group fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is a shibari and wax play 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 want to will swallow me up, I take a walk through the beauty shop 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. Even now though, the etiquette is certainly impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene to take care of 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 making love fantasies. Personally my favourite is definitely 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 learn with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, nevertheless this beat me absolutely. Usually, it’ s me dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared but I find them on a settee in the medical fetish space making a show of themselves for a group of guys who also all seem rather… thinking about their performance. My plans for lesbian kinky sex appeared to be scuppered for the night, however my optimism delivered when I bumped into an old friend.

We met Stuart several months ago at an alt rock fetish celebration and from day one it had been a power struggle. We had a mutual interest in weird music and rubber fetish wear. He told me he was an electrician by time and enjoyed getting stunned with electrostim toys during the night and this made me laugh, hard. We went home collectively that night and fought to determine who could tie each other 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 grubby, others sweet but it was one of those relationships that would be depending on sex alone. That was quite alright by myself. I didn’ t want fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ Am i able to 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 side on the top of my thigh, my face burned as others looked on.

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

“ Very well, you should do something about that”.

“ I think I possess 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 all of the revellers engage in kinky gender at a fetish function. But , in this case… definitely it would be rude not to?


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

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

We privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ talking out’ his presumptions the two of us left on very good terms. I’ ve reserved my ticket for the very next time. It’ s been some time since I’ ve viewed Stuart, and a lot of slaves have licked my heels since that time. 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 in their fantasy.

Continually dare to indulge there may be plenty of kinky sex for the London fetish club landscape. It’ s waiting to choose from, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat for the dance floor.