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Kinky Sex in Golf club Land

By De Holiday Administrator | Published November 9th, 2007

Kinky Sex in Golf club Land

Kinky sex isn’t only shackled to your bed. You can earn it out on a leash to the club scene. We asked Xpanded TV babe and resident kinky sex aficionado Verity Strict of xpanded. com to tell us 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 education of fetish clubs was limited to the small femdom gatherings where I discovered my craft as a mistress, and the kinky sex during my personal life. I like items small and intimate, so when ever my photographer friend Rich called me about a spare ticket I actually took a few convincing. I usually relegate myself to the kitchen during a party. The venue had a medical fetish booth, a vintage S& M salon and a primary arena – But zero kitchen to hide in!

Rich’ s partner had cleared off and he isn’ t the sort that likes to be seen by itself. So after some prodding I relented. I was performing a favour of course , as a friend.

“ You might 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 travel before the event and I manufactured a trip into the city to look for something to wear. I had lunch time 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 laterally until you are asked in, then sink downstairs into the underworld of London, uk. The store’ s wall is plastered with flyers for the many BDSM situations on the London kink scene, the cellar filled with acrylic clothing. A cork board crucifix flanks a 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 some kind of worship going on.

A middle age gentleman stands nervously with 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 me I make sure he feels my gaze analysing every nuance of this transaction. Your local 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 request.

His laugh is a little too high pitched as he fumbles with his Amex. His left hand slumps by his side and poorly conceals a wedding ring.

Not for the wife both.

The assistant greets me as a familiar, ringing up the red costume and stockings as I put curiously over a cabinet of kinky sex toys that becomes increasingly unnerving from top to bottom. I just glow on the way home, my own purchase inconspicuous, reveling in a closely guarded dirty secret. I spot the girl drinking coffee a few avenues away and we exchange a knowing glance but nothing even more. The BDSM scene has 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 booked apartment a few streets away from the venue. Rich lives in Manchester but insists on booking a place in the city middle every time a major fetish function takes place. He’ s assured he’ ll get lucky and wildly enough his bravado usually enables him to get a girl or a guy or several to head to ‘ his place’ to remain the party.

Emma looked gorgeous. For people who do buiness purposes, Emma is bisexual 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 myself that she’ s submissive 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 own lap and slides her hand up my leg. I joke to her that everyone seems to have conspired to hide their clothes or lack thereof underneath a mac. I just ponder why this is the uniform of perverts. Speaking of the uniform, the fetish ball enforces a strict attire code and those not in fetish wear will be quickly turned away. Luckily all of us seem to make the cut and we are ushered in simply by security. We disrobe in the cloakroom.

Affluent 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 audio system already pumping out throbbing drum and bass. The crowd is an assault on the senses. It looks like every freak from every submission culture of the London twist scene is here in full splendor for their dose of perverted sex: rubberists, drag queens and slaves. Oh my. It’ s positively banging Bacchanalian.

The background music dampens as the group fixes their attention to the night’ s entertainment. There is also a shibari and wax play 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 feel like it will swallow me up, I take a walk through the cosmetic salon playroom to play voyeur. On a single side of the room players politely introduce themselves to one another in juxtaposition to a couple tearing each other apart. Nonetheless though, the etiquette is definitely impeccable. It’ s a rule of the scene in order to keep distance when you are not engaged and ALWAYS ask permission before you touch someone.

There are specific theme rooms available for those who have specific kinky sex fantasies. Personally my favourite is the medical fetish room. This harkens back to my times as a student: dirty, dark and lots of sex going on. I actually still look rather bringing in a lab coat. I used to be also rather impressed while using amount of props to learn with. I thought my clitoral stimulators closet was intimidating, nonetheless this beat me hands down. Usually, it’ s myself dishing out the beating.

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

I actually met Stuart several months ago at an alt rock fetish function and from day one it had been a power struggle. There were a mutual interest in strange music and rubber fetish wear. He told me having been an electrician by day time and enjoyed getting surprised with electrostim toys in the evening and this made me laugh, hard. We went home along that night and fought to find out who could tie one another to the bed first.

I won, 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 based upon sex alone. That was quite alright by me. I didn’ t require fall in love with Stuart to like getting kinky with him.

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

“ That’ s quite presumptuous of you” We nodded towards his palm.

“ 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 most revellers engage in kinky sex at a fetish function. But , in this case… absolutely it would be rude not to?


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

“ What’ s that? ”

Deep pointed at my thighs. Opening them I still observed hints of stripes via only hours before.

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

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

For those that dare to indulge there may be plenty of kinky sex on the London fetish club field. It’ s waiting out there, somewhere in the dark, breathless and soaked with sweat on the dance floor.