First Fire
As I stood in front of the ringmaster outfits in my local costume shop, I thought to myself "Which one is slutty enough without making my stomach look enormous," I was looking for a outfit to wear to my virgin attendance to a fetish club.
Since I was around 17 I have always been interested in the world of kink, some people would see that as young as many people associate that world with Fifty Shades of Grey and desperate middle age housewives who go as far as plastic handcuffs and use it as an excuse to buy a double ended dildo.
Anyway, to someone who has been flicking the bean since before she hit puberty and had her first sexual experience at 12 its about right. I think it all started when I watched my first or maybe fifth episode of secret diary of a call girl. I devoured the whole season in one day. It was the first time I had had an insight into sex beyond the vanilla, without it being some weird perve that is used as weird sub plot. Since then I have graduated into some pretty heavy porn genres.
In terms of actually progressing into real live BDSM I have not gone very deep. My ex-boyfriend was not in the emotional state to indulge me deeper than choking me when requested. Other than that I have not felt comfortable or stayed long enough in a casual sex arrangement to breach the topic. I knew going to a fetish club was the closest I would get to this world until my next long term relationship...
The club we went to is a Sydney institution it has been going for 25 years, on their Facebook it is described as Australia’s premier fetish nightclub with parties on the 4th Friday of the month. The nights are themed, the theme for the night we attended was 'Greatest Show on Earth' aka 'Circus'.
As mentioned I wore a ring master outfit, consisting of a corset, jacket with gold trimmings, underwear, heeled boots and fishnets. Cate who went with me, dressed up as a lion, she wore a harness for effect (of which I have one I am DYING to buy). We walked up oxford street wearing oversized jackets to hide the fun underneath. At least three groups of people looked at us like we were about to solicit or attend a bucks night.
Once at the venue, we checked our coats and I removed the skirt I entered in for 'modesty' purposes, which is code for 'at least I have something to cover me if I feel too naked.' I then dragged Cate over to the bar and I did three tequila shots, sobriety was too stimulating. I then allowed myself to look around.
I breathed it all in, every form of fetish I thought would be there was covered and obviously beyond. Including: harnesses on harnesses, corsets, nipple tassles, dog masks of every colour, leashed partners, gimp masks, medieval cos play, master and slaves, furries and latex latex latex.
From the beyond perspective: two similar looking men were dressed as tweedle dee and tweedle dum, if they existed in real life. Basically, instead of primary colours, their outfits had a green theme, and had all the trimmings including the hat. There was also a man who was dressed in the most amazing latex corset, suspenders and the rest, but his face and hair looked like he had just had a meeting with the CEO of my work and I was checking him out in reception. I had never seen someone dressed as a woman without a wig or at least make up.
In terms of interaction, that was the best part. The space had large a-frame wooden apparatuses for people to be tied to or lean against while being whipped or spanked. The sound of someone getting whipped is so hot to me, it sounds so foreign and unlike anything I have ever heard, maybe because I never rode horses as a kid, I am sure Mum would be thankful she was never able to convince me to join pony club. Just watching people submitting to be whipped or spanked was so exhilarating. These people, who possibly hold any number of important jobs in the real world being confident enough to put their deepest darkest kinks out (albeit in a safe space) was eye-opening. So many people hide this part of themselves and it goes with them to the grave. That was why watching it happen in real time and being able to be turned on by it was incredible.
While we were there Cate and I didn't interact with as many people as I thought we would. We did speak to one guy who asked us 'Why have you come here?', Cate is more well versed in this question (she personally owns more than one latex outfit) and answered that she was part of the kink scene in Perth (it is called Club Le Freak, I was always too scared to attend in case I knew someone) and was just getting into the Sydney swing of it. He also asked us if we were on FetLife, Cate and him traded stories. I asked not knowing much about it 'Can you find couples to do three ways on there?' He said I was better off to try Killing Kittens which was my introduction to the sex party scene (more on that later). He also offered more advice to Cate about where she can find people like she was looking for on FetLife. As he left I said to Cate 'Was that our fetish femme fatale?' knowing full well it didn't make sense but was fun to say.
Later on in the night, when we were about to leave was when I first felt like I would be comfortable enough to actually partake in something publicly. I guess I will have to partake In the a-frame fun next time I attend...
In terms of actually progressing into real live BDSM I have not gone very deep. My ex-boyfriend was not in the emotional state to indulge me deeper than choking me when requested. Other than that I have not felt comfortable or stayed long enough in a casual sex arrangement to breach the topic. I knew going to a fetish club was the closest I would get to this world until my next long term relationship...
The club we went to is a Sydney institution it has been going for 25 years, on their Facebook it is described as Australia’s premier fetish nightclub with parties on the 4th Friday of the month. The nights are themed, the theme for the night we attended was 'Greatest Show on Earth' aka 'Circus'.
As mentioned I wore a ring master outfit, consisting of a corset, jacket with gold trimmings, underwear, heeled boots and fishnets. Cate who went with me, dressed up as a lion, she wore a harness for effect (of which I have one I am DYING to buy). We walked up oxford street wearing oversized jackets to hide the fun underneath. At least three groups of people looked at us like we were about to solicit or attend a bucks night.
Once at the venue, we checked our coats and I removed the skirt I entered in for 'modesty' purposes, which is code for 'at least I have something to cover me if I feel too naked.' I then dragged Cate over to the bar and I did three tequila shots, sobriety was too stimulating. I then allowed myself to look around.
I breathed it all in, every form of fetish I thought would be there was covered and obviously beyond. Including: harnesses on harnesses, corsets, nipple tassles, dog masks of every colour, leashed partners, gimp masks, medieval cos play, master and slaves, furries and latex latex latex.
From the beyond perspective: two similar looking men were dressed as tweedle dee and tweedle dum, if they existed in real life. Basically, instead of primary colours, their outfits had a green theme, and had all the trimmings including the hat. There was also a man who was dressed in the most amazing latex corset, suspenders and the rest, but his face and hair looked like he had just had a meeting with the CEO of my work and I was checking him out in reception. I had never seen someone dressed as a woman without a wig or at least make up.
In terms of interaction, that was the best part. The space had large a-frame wooden apparatuses for people to be tied to or lean against while being whipped or spanked. The sound of someone getting whipped is so hot to me, it sounds so foreign and unlike anything I have ever heard, maybe because I never rode horses as a kid, I am sure Mum would be thankful she was never able to convince me to join pony club. Just watching people submitting to be whipped or spanked was so exhilarating. These people, who possibly hold any number of important jobs in the real world being confident enough to put their deepest darkest kinks out (albeit in a safe space) was eye-opening. So many people hide this part of themselves and it goes with them to the grave. That was why watching it happen in real time and being able to be turned on by it was incredible.
While we were there Cate and I didn't interact with as many people as I thought we would. We did speak to one guy who asked us 'Why have you come here?', Cate is more well versed in this question (she personally owns more than one latex outfit) and answered that she was part of the kink scene in Perth (it is called Club Le Freak, I was always too scared to attend in case I knew someone) and was just getting into the Sydney swing of it. He also asked us if we were on FetLife, Cate and him traded stories. I asked not knowing much about it 'Can you find couples to do three ways on there?' He said I was better off to try Killing Kittens which was my introduction to the sex party scene (more on that later). He also offered more advice to Cate about where she can find people like she was looking for on FetLife. As he left I said to Cate 'Was that our fetish femme fatale?' knowing full well it didn't make sense but was fun to say.
Later on in the night, when we were about to leave was when I first felt like I would be comfortable enough to actually partake in something publicly. I guess I will have to partake In the a-frame fun next time I attend...
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