Fetish party
September 11th 2006 06:20
Some more old posts that I wrote a few years ago...
These are descriptions of the first two private fetish parties I've been to.
Again, I don't write any of this presuming to know anything at all about BDSM, and I'm sure that the innocence and newness of it all will show.
This was at a house in the suburbs. ---- $25 entry fee, and I had to book beforehand. The doorbitch ticked my name off. ---- Party officially began at 7pm. People only really started arriving after 10pm. People had pretty much left by 2am. ---- About 25 in attendance. 40 is normal, but this was a fucking cold winter night. Latex and leather are really not that warm. ---- If you dressed goth, you would have fit in almost perfectly. ---- About 7 people under 30. The rest varied from 30s to 50s. ---- Gender distribution was about equal. ---- People were generally in couples. ---- There seemed to be a high number of divorcees and people with children. ---- For some reason, most of the female subs seemed quite fleshy, in a Renaissance way, as were most of the male subs, and I was told that the majority of male subs are people who are in some sense powerful in vanilla life.
Now the house was two storeys. The bottom floor had been converted into a play area. ---- There was a carpeted lounge room, with a bar, a fireplace, TV, stereo, a chain hanging across the ceiling, a wooden X frame, and a cage. The lounge room opened up to a small backyard. ---- And there were a bathroom, and two “dungeons”. Both dungeons had rubber floors, and were soundproof when their doors were closed. There were countless toys hanging from the walls -- lots of different whips and riding crops and ropes and masks and handcuffs, and items I couldn’t identify. The rooms were equipped with gloves, tissue paper, condoms, lube, dams, cleaning fluid, rubbish bins. In one room, there was a wooden frame, and a chest that someone could fit into. In the other room, there was a high-backed discipline chair, and a sling that hung from the ceiling which could freely rotate.
People generally played in couples. It wasn’t some sort of free for all. And it wasn’t that sexual, though there was plenty of fingering, and though there was one blowjob later on in the evening. People, apparently, don’t usually play particularly sexually in public. And nor was there much role-playing -- there was very little “Lick my boot, scum”.
The main pattern would be this. A female sub (there was only really one male sub at the party -- though there were a couple of male “switches”) -- a female sub would be undressed and tied somewhere or bent over. She would then be flogged. The dom would cycle through different types of flogging and different instruments. And there was a great deal of technique involved. You had to know where to hit them, and how to hit them (there were plenty of ways), and you had to be intimately acquainted with the sorts of sensations you were delivering, and the effects of accumulation of different sensations. You had to avoid breaking the skin or doing any real damage. And you had to be communicating with your partner to understand what they wanted at any time.
The notable moments were the following. ---- The rope play, which didn’t seem to have any endpoint. You tie the naked sub up, being careful not to constrict any blood flow, the ropes passing across different parts of their body, and then you simply let them walk around like that. ---- The electrical play, explained but not demonstrated. You’d hook up to the machine a glass dildo or a labia clamp. Some of the dildos glowed, and others were akin to those balls of static electricity that shoot out to you when you stretch your fingers to them. And the experience of the dildos varied. Some of them were warm and tingling; others gave a small shock on deep insertion. And some had wonderfully varied and adjustable cycles of vibration. Notable also was the microphone that could be attached, so that the intensity would vary depending on volume of speech, and you could plug a CD into it, to make the submissive orgasm in time to music while his/her dom danced a jig, or you could place the microphone on the submissive’s chest, so that the louder their utterances, the more they would themselves heighten the sensation. ---- The sensory deprivation. A male wrapped up in plastic. Ice was applied to his exposed nipples, and pegs were applied to his exposed member. The gas mask on his face had two openings: one you breathe in from, and one you breathe out of. And by restricting or diminishing the air supply, his partner could put him into a sort of deep meditative state. ---- Finally, the male submissive’s submission. He was tied up and caned twenty times (“Thank you mistress; that was wonderful mistress”), and given huge welts, while being caressed and kissed by an assistant. Then he was strapped into the sling, with clamps applied to his chest, a pressure tube attached to his penis (pumped up till it was purpling), and finally a gloved fist stuck up him. Afterwards, the tube was removed, and rods of different sizes were inserted.
In general, everyone was almost embarrassingly friendly, and opened up when you said you were new. The atmosphere was social and talkative. People would make jokes about and around the various power relationships they lived in, and the forms and jargon of BDSM culture. Most seemed to have travelled a long way to be there. And the average length of time in the scene seemed to be two to three years.
These are descriptions of the first two private fetish parties I've been to.
Again, I don't write any of this presuming to know anything at all about BDSM, and I'm sure that the innocence and newness of it all will show.
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This was at a house in the suburbs. ---- $25 entry fee, and I had to book beforehand. The doorbitch ticked my name off. ---- Party officially began at 7pm. People only really started arriving after 10pm. People had pretty much left by 2am. ---- About 25 in attendance. 40 is normal, but this was a fucking cold winter night. Latex and leather are really not that warm. ---- If you dressed goth, you would have fit in almost perfectly. ---- About 7 people under 30. The rest varied from 30s to 50s. ---- Gender distribution was about equal. ---- People were generally in couples. ---- There seemed to be a high number of divorcees and people with children. ---- For some reason, most of the female subs seemed quite fleshy, in a Renaissance way, as were most of the male subs, and I was told that the majority of male subs are people who are in some sense powerful in vanilla life.
Now the house was two storeys. The bottom floor had been converted into a play area. ---- There was a carpeted lounge room, with a bar, a fireplace, TV, stereo, a chain hanging across the ceiling, a wooden X frame, and a cage. The lounge room opened up to a small backyard. ---- And there were a bathroom, and two “dungeons”. Both dungeons had rubber floors, and were soundproof when their doors were closed. There were countless toys hanging from the walls -- lots of different whips and riding crops and ropes and masks and handcuffs, and items I couldn’t identify. The rooms were equipped with gloves, tissue paper, condoms, lube, dams, cleaning fluid, rubbish bins. In one room, there was a wooden frame, and a chest that someone could fit into. In the other room, there was a high-backed discipline chair, and a sling that hung from the ceiling which could freely rotate.
People generally played in couples. It wasn’t some sort of free for all. And it wasn’t that sexual, though there was plenty of fingering, and though there was one blowjob later on in the evening. People, apparently, don’t usually play particularly sexually in public. And nor was there much role-playing -- there was very little “Lick my boot, scum”.
The main pattern would be this. A female sub (there was only really one male sub at the party -- though there were a couple of male “switches”) -- a female sub would be undressed and tied somewhere or bent over. She would then be flogged. The dom would cycle through different types of flogging and different instruments. And there was a great deal of technique involved. You had to know where to hit them, and how to hit them (there were plenty of ways), and you had to be intimately acquainted with the sorts of sensations you were delivering, and the effects of accumulation of different sensations. You had to avoid breaking the skin or doing any real damage. And you had to be communicating with your partner to understand what they wanted at any time.
The notable moments were the following. ---- The rope play, which didn’t seem to have any endpoint. You tie the naked sub up, being careful not to constrict any blood flow, the ropes passing across different parts of their body, and then you simply let them walk around like that. ---- The electrical play, explained but not demonstrated. You’d hook up to the machine a glass dildo or a labia clamp. Some of the dildos glowed, and others were akin to those balls of static electricity that shoot out to you when you stretch your fingers to them. And the experience of the dildos varied. Some of them were warm and tingling; others gave a small shock on deep insertion. And some had wonderfully varied and adjustable cycles of vibration. Notable also was the microphone that could be attached, so that the intensity would vary depending on volume of speech, and you could plug a CD into it, to make the submissive orgasm in time to music while his/her dom danced a jig, or you could place the microphone on the submissive’s chest, so that the louder their utterances, the more they would themselves heighten the sensation. ---- The sensory deprivation. A male wrapped up in plastic. Ice was applied to his exposed nipples, and pegs were applied to his exposed member. The gas mask on his face had two openings: one you breathe in from, and one you breathe out of. And by restricting or diminishing the air supply, his partner could put him into a sort of deep meditative state. ---- Finally, the male submissive’s submission. He was tied up and caned twenty times (“Thank you mistress; that was wonderful mistress”), and given huge welts, while being caressed and kissed by an assistant. Then he was strapped into the sling, with clamps applied to his chest, a pressure tube attached to his penis (pumped up till it was purpling), and finally a gloved fist stuck up him. Afterwards, the tube was removed, and rods of different sizes were inserted.
In general, everyone was almost embarrassingly friendly, and opened up when you said you were new. The atmosphere was social and talkative. People would make jokes about and around the various power relationships they lived in, and the forms and jargon of BDSM culture. Most seemed to have travelled a long way to be there. And the average length of time in the scene seemed to be two to three years.
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