Findings of a First Time Fetishist

My man and I were invited with a friend’s house party in a SM fetish club with the weekend. Frank did not know what to prepare for as a new explorer from the scene. Like a lot of people she has previously got knowledge associated with fetish and SM reality from second-hand sources so that it was with anticipation we both got ready to the event, using the wine flowing freely.
The rocket visit to Hedonist heaven we are getting into together is flinging us both into unchartered territory much with the time. And it is important to own someone you trust and feel safe with in any new and unknown environment that may help you take advantage of the bumpy ride!
So with my giggling co-pilot within my side we navigated the u-bahn for the secret club destination and rang the bell. (For completely enjoyment with this story, at this stage a sinister lone churchbell tolls in the shadows along with the breathing of main character becomes shallow and quickens!).
In real life a chirpy voice said “Are you here for your party baby?” and buzzed us in. The party was being in a private apartment that is transformed gradually throughout the last 30 years right into a comfortable living area with en-suite playrooms.
The birthday girl and host were both welcoming and ushered us to the main party room to meet one other guests; a small selection of friends, including couples, singles as well as a rather glamorous, long legged transvestite or two. With a wineglass available we were shown with a pristine kitchen resplendent which has a lovely buffet. Plenty of cold and warm and incredibly appetising food proved a sight for sore eyes with a stomach that is certainly sloshing with wine and free of proper nutrition! And as the kitchen surface have also been groaning within the weight, we obliged in lightening the burden!! I must point out by purchasing my inherited British tastes of tradition I always found a combination of food in the sexy party atmosphere to become a bit misplaced, in this situation it seemed great for giving good hedonism!
A tour with the playrooms followed and Frank’s eyes lit up at the sight of a Bondage Wheel (an indication of both an improved class of playroom and an affinity of boys and toys!). Lots of kit, including a queening stool, spanking bench, and St. Andrew’s cross, and also a gazillion implements to use thereupon! And all equipment was totally free throughout the evening. In short,it had been popular using the newcomer!
We tested out the wheel that was in perfect working order, although for the slighter of frame much like me, bdsm cuffs, blog post from Lalibido.com.au, are often too big which leads to some slight concern of falling and concussion!! The tied and tested rope way is a greater option when you are planning to try this at home kids!
We meandered between the party and playrooms and Frank have got to test out your paddles, floggers, whips, pinwheels and practise his art. We shared a lots of laughs as well as a few bruises and for the uninitiated had an evening paying homage to playing at Cowboys and Indians since a child, without the presence of Tomahawk! The only difference being that as a possible adult, the priority of mutual respect and understanding remains always present. A great quote from your wise friend is to be “child-like and not childish”.
Playroom etiquette can alter determined by those present, but generally for other people to become a part of any situation and either participate in, or watch the scene develop, the from seeking permission is mostly required. And at one point this question was posed to us, whilst I was tied and Frank was testing his aim! It was a unique situation when sexuality is usually kept private off their people in polite company and I think probably one with the harder taboos to defeat. We gave consent for individuals to look on, but didn’t have to in the end, as no-one returned before we rejoined the rest in the party just a little later. And in retrospect a great outcome, as I feel that it is very important take some time understanding the other person effectively before including others into the equation. In the past I have seen the results of ignoring a partner’s needs. For example whilst in a very club in England not too long ago one or two were in a swingers night and the female looked aghast whilst her partner was obviously living his dream. Perhaps she ignored her own wishes with the hope of creating him happy. Or perhaps he just selfishly ignored hers. Either way, the actual result was her calling a cab and leaving in emotional turmoil, once the situation got a chance to hot to handle.
The party reached its natural conclusion if the empty bottles outnumbered the full ones as well as the thigh high boots were swapped for comfy ones about the journey home. We all left in the same time to allow the resident host swap his party dress for apron and rubber gloves (also incidentally, acceptable fetish party attire). It is a unique mark with this sort of gathering that on partying which has a transvestite, you meet her brother on the way out with the door!
So returning to Frank’s happy house and rather than showing waves crashing on the shore, within the style of your fifties, heavily-censored movie, I will leave you having a mental picture of how the area looked the next morning. A long pathway including things like two discarded coats, then shoes and high heels. A dress, a suit and at the end of the path a tangled mess of underwear and hosiery, resembling a surge in a spaghetti factory. Every trail tells bull crap!