by
Sienna
@ 2005-12-14 - 20:21:57
The first time I went to a fetish club, we were just planning to have a laugh. I went with a mixed group of rather open-minded people, but they weren't really into fetish mostly.
I had a dream about one of the girls last night, I haven't seen her in ages. We once won a bottle of Whiskey or Rum or something at a karaoke night, drank it in my room, she confessed to having had sex on the internet, then I puked out of my attic window onto the roof because I was so drunk...
Anyway, this is about the fetish night.
I wore a PVC top and rubber skirt, just some cheap stuff I had picked up in Camden Market, high boots and a lot of eyeliner. And underwear, shows how much I know!
We were overwhelmed by all the people there, I mean "fetish" can be anyhing basically. There was one guy with a perm, who wore nothing but a pair of sheer woman's panties, and heels. Actually, I think this guy may have been there at another occasion, when I went with just one friend who nearly left right after spotting him. After all, if you fantasise about encountering buff boys in leather, spotting a 50 year old scrawny transvestite will make you dry up faster than an alcoholic in the desert!
So we are on the dance floor, sticking together, dancing, watching people being dominant and submissive, hearing someone being flogged next door, seeing more cellulite than rubber on some women, and more hair and piercings than PVC on some guys, when a tall, gorgeous man walks towards me. He wears leather trousers and a dog collar with leash.
I can't remember any small talk, only that he was happy to have me take him by the leash, and to call me mistress.
We danced for a bit, I kept hold of my gorgeous man by the leash, and ended up in the play area upstairs.
It was dark, it smelled sweaty and people were horny.
My slave kissed me and pulled me towards him, his back to the wall. I began to feel a hand moving up my skirt towards my bum, then two hands fiddling with my underwear and trying to stroke my crotch from behind. It was nice for a few seconds, like a sexy dream. I realised it was two people behind me, as well as my slave in front, who wanted to play with me. I freaked out a bit and told them to stop, then my slave and I moved on. The others didn't push their luck
-I have usually found the level of respect between people to be greater in fetish clubs than normal clubs. After all, if one person doesn't want their attention, there are plenty who do.
A small Chinese man was the only exception, he kept following me and my slave and touched himself vigourously whilst watching us kiss and make out.
We found a shower, for some privacy- and it turned out he was naked under his leather pants. They tied with leather laces up the front. More petting ensued, but I didn't want to get all my clothes wet, there were no towels.
Then we ended up in a toilet cubicle, where he gave me oral sex.
The toilets were unisex, and the queue consisted of a gimp in a full rubber outfit with a tube sticking out of his headdress, a few trannies, women with peekaboo rubber bras, suspenders and no knickers, and a guy who had more piercings between his anus and his balls than I have in my ears (he showed me)...
My slave pushed my up against the partition in the cubicle, he was kneeling whilst I held his leash, and he pushed my knickers aside and my skirt up and licked me. He looked at me like a puppy dog, and insisted I "come in his face"... However I don't think I came at all, it was horny but really bright and just too weird. Also I knew there were people queuing, which doesn't exactly help a female orgasm. I think I sort of faked it. I am sure he was disappointed I didn't squirt in his eye or something... 
My friends were chuckling about me and the dog leash boy (actually they still bring it up sometimes), and he came with us when we left.
We went back to my friend's house for a bit, where they questioned slave boy about his fetish.
It turned out he was absolutely genuine, he really was into all this submissive stuff. Whilst I was merely putting on a persona, pretending to be a dominant, aggressive bitch, he was totally for real.
I went back to his house. The sun was coming up. He lived in a shared flat above a cafe in Covent Garden, and I remember thinking what he paid in rent was expensive... It was only about £100 a week, happy days!
Apart from his bed, there were only some free weights on the floor in his room. It was pretty light by then, and we fucked.
All of a sudden he pulled out some clothes pegs and put them on his balls and nipples. I was astounded.
Actually, I did try this with another lover since, and he loved it. The pegs on the balls make them tighter, thus increasing sensation, and nipples become pretty tough during sexual arousal...
I have to mention, he was only the 5th guy I slept with, my 4th one-night stand, so I hadn't experimented that much. Apart from my ex shaving my pussy once when I was drunk. Nice...
Anyway, then it turned out that Slave boy had a little business going, hiring himself out as a naked slave butler for parties- for girls. I have no idea how many times he actually got booked, and he wasn't cheap!
At another fetish night I met a guy who got off on being a naked cleaner, and he did it for free but I worried what my house mates would say so I never told him to clean my house...
So slave boy made me come with his tongue I think, since feeling the clothes pegs banging into me wasn't really that sexy, and we went to sleep for a bit. We had breakfast in the cafe downstaris, and I went home with his naked butler card.
I can't remember if I called him again, probably not. I mean, a boyfriend like that would be even more embarrassing than none at all!
