Don’t Panic!! It’s only a small crisis I hope.

I was out last night, into the wee hours of this morning (well actually until 8.30am) at a house party. But of course this was more than that, with everyone in the house into fetish and BDSM. There was a huge range of people there.. aged from 22 to 60 and with experience in the scene from 40 years to 40 days. So all in all, a good crowd of people who mostly knew each other or were soon chatting like old friends.

As one does, I started to chat, albeit quite late on in the party, to someone who had been “on the scene” (I seriously dislike that phrase but there you go, it is what people say) for 25 years or so (and whilst this person is very well known, I don’t have his permission to use his name so I won’t). We had been to the same clubs back in the mid ‘80’s – Der Putsch, Maitresse etc. and knew a lot of the same people. But we also found we both are struggling with a lot of the clubs and the way  it is at the moment especially of course when we look back at what it was like.

And this is the point. There is a crisis of sorts in the fetish club world. I should add that this may only be applicable to London as the vast majority of my experience comes from the London clubs.

Clubs are finding it harder to get venues, club owners are more and more concerned that the activities that take place in the club do not fall foul of the law and newcomers to the scene are seemingly morally prurient against activities that older clubbers would have considered totally normal not so many years back as they seem more about the fetish than the BDSM.

Let’s be clear here as I develop my thoughts. I do not dress in latex to be seen. I dress in latex because I love it and would consider it to a fetish that gives me an arousal in sexual terms. So, for me to go to a fetish club, it is not so much because I want to pose and preen but rather because I go with friends and we (less and less it seems) play to a level that we like and feel comfortable with. Clearly that is a lot harder and more severe than many others who perhaps have not been playing for so long or see it more as a sexual tease. To add some context to this, a story was told to me recently of an experienced couple going to a club and on entering the play room saw three very attractive girls, dressed in very fashionable latex sitting on the cross situated in the play room. On being asked to move and then watching the couple play, comments of “that’s disgusting” were heard from the girls concerned when the woman started to whip the guy, this being part of what they are really into. The consensus of thought from those discussing this was what did the girls think the club was about? But that one incident is not a solitary event and I have other similar occurrences from other clubs in recent times.

Even at clubs where play is encouraged, such as Pedestal and Subversion, there are more and more limits being imposed in order for the owner to keep their licence. No blood, no penetration, no genitalia exposed, no fluids, no sex, no fun! Maybe I miss the old clubs such as Smack, Submission and others. Or maybe I am just a dinosaur, I don’t know. I do know that the mix of people in clubs has changed with more clubs being about being seen rather than playing. The Gay scene is still pretty full on, I will say. But, whilst I have no issue going to gay fetish clubs, I sort of like the female element. And the TV/TS club scene has changed a lot. Gone are the sleazy nights at Stunners, Studio 11 etc. for a lot of the same reasons. Owners need to show a level of safety and adherence to the law when running club nights and fetish/BDSM clubs often step outside that. 

So what is the answer. If clubs are no longer really offering what was once out there how do is it overcome. What, if any, are the alternatives as for many of us we have stopped going to clubs as often as we used to or at all. I don’t have it but what I have seen is an increase in the number of private parties where we can indulge our hedonism to the max. Maybe Fetish and BDSM clubs will become one of the other with the BDSM moving back underground in the same way it was in the ‘80’s. I don’t know but one this is for sure. Those of us who love to play and play hard will always be around and we will always be comfortable doing what we do regardless of those who go to see and be seen.

More fun than is legal!

I do, by most standards, lead a pretty hedonistic life. I indulge my passions for BDSM and fetish on a regular basis as well as my exhibitionist tendencies. And as a result of this I often experience something new and exciting as happened last week when I had one of the most erotic and arousing experiences I have had for a long time.

Picture the scene - dressed in latex, in a hot tub with another wonderfully latex clad woman, both of us in gas masks, me with an extension tube. For the next 30 minutes, we indulged ourselves in our fetish, with me being pushed under the water, the long tube allowing me to breath as my excitement became very obvious. The latex becomes so smooth in the water and caressing her latex clad body with my latex gloves was a highly erotically charged moment.

I now of course, want to do this more and more. The only downside being the chlorine in the water that may cause damage to the latex. But of course, this just gives me an excuse to take a shower in it as well.

Going wild in the country

So, finally the day arrived, the one so many of had been waiting for – The English Mansion Femdom Summer Ball. Much anticipation had been occurring on various boards and over twitter and it was going to be a great day for all that were going. The original plan was that I would be going with Mistress and be under her “protection” but of course the best laid plans etc. meant that due to circumstances beyond Her control She was unable to make it and I was going to have to go solo..

Bags packed, outfit ready (yes outfits as I could never just take one as I do have a latex fetish and an exhibitionist fetish to release) toys all ready I headed down to the West Country for the day. Now up until the 25th May, the weather in England had been fantastic for the time of year. Sunny, hot, dry.. Of course that had to end and it came to an end on the 26th May. Wind, rain, cloud .. not exactly the weather we were hoping for I have to admit but none the less I was sure there would be contingency planning as Mistress Sidonia, the fantastic host, is the Mistress of organisation.

Once I arrived at the designated parking area (see, I told you She was organised) I made my way to the house (and what a house) to say hello and say lots of activity going on but also lots of tranny maids already there dressed and preparing glasses, drinks etc. Amazing. Got changed (once I had decided what to wear) and saw an old friend had also arrived so of course that just meant I had to chat whilst waiting for the coaches (what can I say.. organisation) arrived from London and Birmingham bearing more party goers.

Now, this bit gets slightly complicated. There were a system of coloured wrist bands that designated what you were into. I had opted for a couple  with the previous expectation that Mistress would be with me. However as this had changed and as I was well known to the “house” Lady Nina Birch thought I should have an everything goes  no limits black band! Given my single loathing of CP and Caning, I was not sure this was the best idea but to late, the deed was done and I was sent out to join the masses and say hello to many of the Mistresses I either knew in person and had chatted to over twitter.

Well the day went one, the time passed so quickly! Of course, being the slut I am (in so many meanings of the word) I indulged myself in play with Mistress Rouge, once again bending over for Her and being buggered with her strap-on in front of the crowd over a glass floor with me being trampled by Mistress Velour at the same time as having my legs held up by Mistress Esme and Madame Caramel whilst wearing a gas mask! You had to be there but it worked!

But later on in the day, finally meeting Mistress Jezabel was a treat and finding a Mistress who is of such a like mind to mine that resulted in a gorgeous sensual and painful needle play session. She is clearly a sadist and mixed with my overwhelming masochistic desires we clicked leading to me just floating away into a happy place whilst having my flesh punctured.

I will write more but of course my thanks have to go out to Mistress Sidonia, Her partner and all the others that helped make it a great day.  

How much more mainstream can it get??

Today, reading the online edition of The Sun I realised that my fetish clubbing days could be over! For those that do not know her, or are unaware of her, in the UK we blessed (irony) with having one of the most publicity seeking individuals ever born who goes by the name of Katie Price, AKA Jordan whose life is regularly lived through the tabloids and commercial TV (and for the sum of £2 a month you can follow her on her website!!)

Recently it seems she went to a Masked Ball for Halloween in Hampton Court, the Bloodlust Ball, and from there onto Torture Garden where I had the misfortune to see her and her merry band arrive in a way that only meant she was there to have her picture taken and get some media inches.

Now Torture Garden is OK. Not my favourite club as it has always been more about being seen to be there than BDSM so I probably only go a couple of times a year. But now, I read this and it seems that Miss Price may well be attending TG every month.

Fortunately Jordan, Katie Price, call her what you will, is going to be out of the country for awhile appearing on I'm A (micro)Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here (IACGMOOH), the show that tries to resurrect failed showbiz careers, and therefore will not be attending TG for a few months. But what happens when she comes back? Can we expect to see her and her entourage at other London clubs? Will Pedestal suddenly become her regular haunt? What about Club Rub or Subversion? It is the duty of the owners of these clubs to ban her and I hope they do. The majority of clubbers do not want her there, of that I am sure and I am confident she would be totally ignored by most people if she were to turn up.

When publicity hounds such as this start to attend clubs you know it is over. They have lost their mystique and almost their cachet. Maybe it is time to hang up the chaps and just indulge in private. Time will tell and I suspect that actually, we will never see her again. Who knows.

Going out

Went to a new “old” club last night. New in that the venue has changed, old because it is a club that has been going for some time in various guises. Once again it gave me the excuse to dress up in my favourite fetish material, latex and going in the knowledge that I am going to get a really good thrashing across my back with some new floggers. This I know because I have been told by a friend who is a well regard Mistress that she intends to do so!

I could go on about the club, but to be honest, clubs are pretty much like each other. Usual crowd, some new faces and lots of old ones. Lots of people make the effort to dress up in fetish attire and provide plenty of eye-candy for those who are at a club for the first time. I suppose I should not be surprised after so many years of going to clubs, but still am, at the number of people who just gawp when they see someone dressed in an overtly sexual way. Still, I am sure I was also like that many years ago as well.

It was not a busy night but enough people to make a good evening. As promised, I was thrashed. Hard, long, repeatedly. I was in and out of that special place many call subspace and was on a buzz for a long time afterwards. Who needs chemicals when I get that feeling from something I love.

But the highlight for me was meeting one of favourite people in the London fetish scene and being asked to play. For the next hour, I was who I truly want to be – submissive, masochistic and fetishistic. Hooded, tied, and tortured on my nipples and genitals. If I did not know better, I would say I am in love!

Getting home later, whilst tired, I cannot sleep as I replay the events of last night. It was how it used to be with Mistress and how I wish it still were.

I want one

I have just seen this inflatable latex alien egg on the d.vote website. I have used some of their inflatable’s before and they are of the most outstanding quality. This has to be the best item I have ever seen and whilst it is not cheap, I think some serious saving up may be required.

How can you serve me?

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I like leather/latex.. so what?

Am I wrong in saying that I have no objection to the association of fetish wear and a Mistress? Or, as some are saying, I have been poisoned by a male dominated pornography industry that seeks to stereotype the fetishistic men have of a dominatrix?
Is this image wrong? Is the person in the image just kowtowing to the majority, i.e male submissive's who expect her to look like this? Is there a chance that she may actually like dressing like this from time to time?

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with thanks to Nina Birch

Ok, so I accept that some may well say that she has to dress like that because she is a pro-domme blah blah blah. But I am fortunate in that I know the person in the picture well and happen to know she likes dressing in latex. So who is she pleasing? Herself or her intended audience?
It may be that all Mistresses should be like one I know who describes herself thus:

If you are into skinny teenage girls in rubber dresses, I am not the Domme for you. If you like mature, sexually attractive, confident and assertive women, then we may well get along well.
I do not dress up in rubber, leather or PVC garments in my Domination sessions and make no apologies for it. It is not that I can’t be bothered to make the effort. It is simply that I don’t like those clothes. They don’t suit me and wearing them detracts from my pleasure. Those clothes reflect a fetish (which in my case does not exist) and bears no relation to my desire and capacity to dominate men.
During sessions I wear ‘normal’ clothes. Typically longish skirts, blouses which show off my voluptuous figure and shoes of normal height and style.

Are either correct or is one more correct than the other? Is there a right and a wrong and if there is will it ever change the way most people think of a dominatrix other than dressed as above? The caricature of a Miss Whiplash, standing legs apart, whip in hand, booted and tightly corsetted will always be there, due in part to the mainstream and tabloid press perpetuating that image. But, there will always be those who dress that way because they want to and feel no pressure when they do so.
I understand and in a huge way accept the arguments from Bitchy Jones that there should not be am expectation from anyone that this is the look to be desired. But the argument is not that simple and clean cut and never will be all the time people actually enjoy dressing up for their own pleasure as well as the pleasure of others.