The night I went to a BDSM club

Crowdsourcing my corset choice was a wise move, and thank you again to those who participated. Above is the final outfit with the red and black corset as the star, the gorgeous heels, and some nail porn for those who like that (and come on, who doesn’t like that?!). The theme was ‘back to school’, so I’m claiming ‘school marm’, and I did bring some dark-rimmed glasses to look disparagingly over the top of.

So how was my evening at a BDSM club? Sit down my darlings, grab a drink, and I will tell you all about it.

We agreed they’d be here at 7pm, these six kinky strangers who I’d never met. It’s still light at 7, and despite a cyclone off the coast, my deck held shelter, and views towards the beach, and not enough chairs.

I’d dragged up a ‘danger chair’ from downstairs: My outdoor setting is standard fare, some kind of steel and glass, and they rust like a bastard within a year. Moist salt air constantly being blown in from the sea is relentless in its quiet destruction. Everything rusts here. The danger chair’s legs are uneven, the bottom of them literally eaten away by rust. I’d taken it downstairs to get rid of it some time ago, so resurrecting it was an act of faith. No-one was allowed to sit in it.

“Oh wait! I have to warn you about the ‘danger chair’!”

They’d already spotted it though, wobbling precariously on rust-eaten stumps.

“This one?” someone laughed, giving it a shake.

That was my chair. Just in case there was some terrible collapse. I’d thrown it around on the concrete floor of the garage earlier to see if I could break it. Despite the damage it seemed sound enough. It seems right that an introvert would not have enough chairs for a group of seven, seemed kind of fitting I’d be in the danger chair.

My guests generously brought champagne and chocolate and delightfully friendly smiles. I brought out the snacks I made and we sat out on the deck with drinks, the ‘getting to know you’ conversation interspersed with entertaining stories of both kinky and vanilla adventures these folks had had. They had the easy camaraderie of long term friends and loving couples, and I felt privileged to be included. Time flew quickly.

There was some ‘dressing’ to be done before we left for the BDSM club, and there would be some more happening at the venue. Both due to comfort and exposure, putting the final kinky touches on your glad-rags is often best left to the last minute, depending on the nature of your outfit. And let me tell you, after my comments about my boobage (or lack of it) in corsetry, my lack was more than made up for by the impressively boobalicious corset action going on with these fabulous women [insert eye-popping cartoon gif here].

I was lucky that one of the lovelies was an experienced corset maker and fitter, and he helped me with mine, loosely doing it up for the quick drive there, then tightening it for me at the venue while I hung onto the belt of a willing man, the tugging of the laces transferring towards the front like some mini-conga line.

Once we got there, we were given a tour of the venue. It’s large and beautifully outfitted, some big spaces for lounging, for shows, open areas set up for play, and many compartmentalised themed play rooms (a wet room, a medical room, a vac-bed room etc).

My companions knew a lot of people, so of course were doing a bunch of catching up, and at some point I wandered off and ended up on the main floor, quietly people-watching and low-level hunting.

It was quite a surprise that at different times I was approached by submissive men who I briefly dated, sweethearts who I’ve mentioned on this blog, and with whom there wasn’t that spark to make anything of it, no-one’s fault. They came up to say friendly hellos and have ‘how have you been’ type chats. It was really lovely. It was also funny to me because I date so infrequently that those men might just be 100% of all the local men I’ve met up with in the last few years: Then I go out one time, and there they all are like ‘ghost- submissives of dating-past’ :D. The community is small, yo!

As with these types of events, if you aren’t playing, there is watching or talking.

For the watching part, there were some shows, as there often are at big events. I watched a beautiful choreographed rope performance, and part of non-kink novelty show (sticking scissors up noses and fire swallowing etc).

There was also play of various kinds to watch, of course.

I’m not so interested in watching play for the most part, though a punching scene grabbed my attention (there’s something so visceral about punching that I love), and I was curious about the vacuum-bed so had a peek at that, though for obvious reasons it’s not all that entertaining after 5 minutes. I quite enjoyed some of the more intimate play I saw happening between people quietly and without fanfare. Someone being used as a stool, another giving a foot massage, one offering impeccable ritualised service, someone being led around on a tight leash. Sweet.

I had brief chats in passing with some cutie pies, but only approached one specifically because I liked the look of him. Tall, dark hair, glasses, sharp jawline, conservatively dressed for a ‘back to school’ night, standing on his own and quietly observing the crowd. I sidled up and complimented his outfit, joked about his appeal to the ‘higher education’ crowd in a graduation gown. I was delighted to find that he got my sense of humour, so when I made a ridiculous statement offering him $15 for his virginity (ridiculous because it clearly wasn’t worth that :P), he picked it up and ran with it without batting an eye, and I love that.

I caught up with him again before I left and asked for his Fetlife nick, because this is the way of the modern world. I looked him up of course: He is not submissive *sad face*. He’s not NOT submissive either. Ha! He also seems quite a bit younger than I had initially thought so I might be falling into ‘creepy old lady’ territory. I haven’t heard from him so it doesn’t matter much. Oh well. We can still chalk one up for the whiners who say that dominant women never approach men, so job done amirite?! *dusts hands*.

I reached my limit of peopling after a few hours. I took a break in the lounge downstairs to see if I could quickly recharge enough energy to get a second wind. I couldn’t. I was done.

I took my leave around 11 or so I guess, and headed home. It was raining when I left. I slipped my shoes off, and ran down the road to my car, the cold bitumen a relief for my hot and tired feet.

All in all, I’m really glad I made the effort. The folks I invited over were completely delightful, and the people at the club were friendly. It was a positive and welcoming party atmosphere.

Would I go again? Hmmm… I don’t know. Not because there was anything wrong with any of it, but there’s a reason I stopped going to BDSM clubs, and I’ve now satisfied the ‘because curious’ reason for going to this new venue. There would have to be a different and compelling reason to go to the next one (I think they are planning monthly events), so the best I can say is ‘I’ll see’.

I made a mistake with the shoes, by the way. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, but I haven’t worn heels for a long time, and there was a lot of standing around, like hours worth, and I felt their pinch keenly. And when I say ‘pinch’, I mean repeated stabbing pain.

If anyone needed a foot massage after all of that, it was me!

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39 Comments

  1. Madam, you might consider an upgrade on shoes. Besides heel hight, quality shows in comfort. So I make bold and suggest Giuseppe Zanotti.
    They come in any style and quite affordable at yoox with good information and return policy.
    Or from the mans shop himself.

  2. Now I got to chicken out. My wife eats me with stilettos if I gave those to anyone but her.
    A really nice choice

  3. Awesome I see you went with the red. That is exactly how I pictured it on you over a white shirt, I’m psychic hehe. You look gorgeous! Love the nails as well. As for the shoes I said to pup that they are lovely but perhaps you are a closet masochist lol. His response was, “Wait, wait, read, the blog.”

    1. Thank you! You ARE psychic :).

      Hee! SO not a masochist. I forgot how much ‘standing around’ there is in these places. There was no seating in the areas where interesting things were happening, which was a shame (well, okay, there was, but you had to pay more for a VIP ticket if you wanted to sit there!).

      Ferns

  4. The corset compliments your slender figure very well, and I think you can be in a commercial for it as it really makes it look better. I mean you made the corset look great, Miss Ferns.
    The shoes are pretty, but I love Louboutin’s red sole ;)
    The nails are fierce and made me feel weak in my knees.
    Amazing pictures. Thanks for sharing :)

    1. Thank you for the loveliness :).

      Get me a pair of Louboutins and I will red sole the hell out of them. Details above under the last comment from a man suggesting some *other* shoes I should have… :P

      Ferns

  5. Full body (almost) photo with a half a face tease. I can tell you are even more elegantly beautiful than I imagined. 🌹

  6. Lovely picture, and I too am reluctant to post identifiable pictures on the internet. One horrendous experience. Still yiu look great, forgive my inarticulate verbage.
    I can resonate with a lot of this. Parties are fun but overwhelming, I go and enjoy vut suddenly disappeaer too. It is goid to step out of our comfort zone and go. Then come home and recover for days maybe weeks.

    PS how you ladies wear heels is beyond me, the one time in a skit I did was a nightmare. I have walked better drunk.

    1. Thank you :).

      And yes identifiable photos ‘out on the internet’ are a scary thing. That photo is somewhat recognisable to people who know me already. To strangers, I expect not.

      I think the impact of heels is a factor of fit and practice. When I wore heels a lot, my body was used to them, just like if you stretch, you get more flexible, if you know what I mean. I am not at all used to them any more.

      Ferns

  7. As you basically ordered us to comment here… ;)

    That nail effect is awesome. The former goth boy in me would have loved to rock that. Also I wish you weren’t on the other side of the planet. Reading your blog & Chronicles has given me an insight into the domme mind or a perspective I’ve rarely come across. I could try to be effusive, but I’ll go back to quietly having a crush from very far away. :)

    1. I did order people to come and comment!

      Sometimes you have to solicit your own sweetness, but I figured, you know, sometimes people are just busy or shy or DON’T KNOW THAT IT MAKES ME SAD… soooo… You gotta ask for what you want amirite :)?

      So thank you for the un-sadding, and I’m glad you’re seeing a new perspective here. Trust me, though, there are many of us. I think we just don’t make as much noise as the many other voices.

      I love those nails also, no doubt goth-you would rock them. So fun :).

      Ferns

  8. Dear Ferns,

    Thank you so much for sharing every day, it is a joy to follow you, too bad you live on the other side :-)

    Love Tiptease

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