Kinky Sex in Team Land

Kinky sex is not only 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 fan 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’ ersus biggest fetish ball. My education of fetish night clubs 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 when ever my photographer friend Rich called me about a free ticket I actually took a lot of convincing. I usually relegate by myself to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a medical fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a main arena – But zero kitchen to hide in!

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

“ You may even find out that you’ re into kinky love-making. ” 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 look before the event and I built a trip into the city to find something to wear. I had lunch at Covent Garden and stopped by a favourite fetish store of mine. The routine is simple. Press the buzzer, look at your feet and shift your gaze from side to side until you are asked in, then sink on the ground floor into the underworld of London. The store’ s wall membrane is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink field, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork panel crucifix flanks a household leather swing. A little abstract I believe, but as this is a shrine to rubber fetish put on, I guess you could say there may be 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 he chatters away at myself I make sure he feels my šukání zadku gaze analysing every single nuance of this transaction. The store assistant rings up extra small rubber corset through the till. DEFINITELY too small for him, so I deduced it was for someone else.

“ Something for the weekend? ” I question.

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 dress and stockings as I dump curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that turns into increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I glow on the way home, my personal purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty top secret. I spot the girl drinking coffee a few roads away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing more. The BDSM scene features 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 leased apartment a few streets away from venue. Rich lives in London, uk but insists on hiring a place in the city center 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 person or several to head back in ‘ his place’ to stay the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For business purposes, Emma is androgino but recreationally only shacks up with women. We have found before, but the stars do not aligned for us to have sex with. A few drinks later and she’ s telling me that she’ s obedient, compliant, acquiescent, subservient, docile, meek, dutiful, tractable when it comes to her taste in kinky sex (perfect) and in the cab on the way at this time there she curls into my lap and slides her hand up my upper leg. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to cover their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I ponder why this is the clothes of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict attire code and those not in fetish wear will be speedily turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and that we are ushered in by simply security. We disrobe inside the cloakroom.

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

The background music dampens as the public fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There exists a shibari and wax take up performance, followed by fire eaters and burlesque dancers. The music thrusts the revelers out and in 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 one another in juxtaposition to a few tearing each other apart. Even now 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 just before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms in front of you for those who have specific kinky gender fantasies. Personally my favourite may be the medical fetish room. That harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather fetching in a lab coat. I had been also rather impressed together with the amount of props to play with. I thought my masturbator closet was intimidating, nonetheless this beat me absolutely. Usually, it’ s me dishing out the beating.

Brooke and Emma seem to have disappeared yet I find them on a chair in the medical fetish bedroom 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 the night time, however my optimism returned when I bumped into a vintage friend.

My spouse and i 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 he was an electrician by time and enjoyed getting astonished with electrostim toys at 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, mainly 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 personally. I didn’ t need fall in love with Stuart to appreciate getting kinky with him.

“ May i touch you? ” This individual asked. I nodded as he slid his hand in the back of my dress. That was certainly unexpected. I recall the heat of his hands on the top of my thigh, my face burned as different ones looked on.

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

“ 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 all revellers engage in kinky making love at a fetish celebration. But , in this case… certainly it would be rude not to?


I recalled a mirage of a taxi ride home. Rich, Emma, Brooke and I shared a bed and awoke very much worse to get wear in the morning.

“ What’ s that? ”

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

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

We privately winced for Stuart. Needless to say, after ‘ discussing out’ his presumptions the two of us left on very good terms. I’ ve booked my ticket for next time. It’ s been a little while since I’ ve viewed Stuart, and a lot of slaves own 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 friends dressed head to toe inside their fantasy.

For people who dare to indulge there exists plenty of kinky sex in the London fetish club scene. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat on the dance floor.