The London Alternative Market held the first Sunday of every month is certainly an event not to be missed.  Like most new discoveries on the London fetish scene, I discovered the LAM with Joanna Lark.  That morning we were feeling high, ready to dress to impress, so as soon as we got up and had a pampering bath we put on our PVC catsuits and matching Dominatrix hats.  As usual, we caused a stir when we arrived wearing our shiny, PVC catsuits hugging our curves and feeling like lubed rubber. 

The market was spread over two floors of uncensored naughtiness and kink. Joanna knew almost everyone in there, from stall owners to customers.  She was glowing in her kingdom admired by everyone in sight. 

Zahira’s Boudoir

One of the first stalls catching my attention was that of the beautiful Zahira and her amazing handcrafted leather corsets and accessories. The leather corset that caught my attention among the leather armours and all the glamorous designs was one from Zahira’s “Leather Tatoo Collection” (available from 280 Euros).  The corset in tan leather bearing a tattoo-like design was like a second skin.  The strong hold gave me an amazing shape and the tattoo design looked like it was part of my catsuit.   Needless to say that I was enamoured with Zahira’s creations so I promised to follow up attending one of her workshops in her London studio to see how she crafts such pieces of art.

Cyber Geisha

Jack’s Floggers

I was just coming out of my daydreams with Zahira’s glamorous creations when a pony girl caught my attention.  She was the prettiest pony girl I had ever seen; everything in her was elegant and perfect.  Next to her was her Master – a big imposing gentleman.  He was choosing a flogger from Jack’s Floggers.  I was immediately attracted to this couple so I started to talk to them.  Much to my surprise, the imposing Master was every inch of a gentleman and he kindly instructed me on the qualities of Jack’s floggers which are handcrafted in a wide variety of exotic materials, like he says, “distinctly designed for the discerning deviant at an affordable price”.  I was lucky enough to get an introduction to Jack’s floggers and to have a try of some of his creations with the pony girl. 

One of Jack's floggers made from horse hair.

Latex 101 

Once I got to the latex stall I just couldn’t stop myself from using my plastic to buy a few items.  Joanna introduced me to the owners; very gentle people who advised me on how to wear latex, how to care for my latex clothing and how to choose the best outfit.  I bought everything without trying it on.  They promised that if would fit… and it did fit like a glove.

Latex belt

Nick and Morphia Wands

Just before we had our lunch break, Joanna introduced me to Nick and Morphia Wands.  I have never been attracted to electric play so I admit that I was not impressed with their old boxes spread on the table and I was planning an escape strategy when they showed me a buzzing violet wand and teased me to try it.  Not without concern I gave them my hand to try -I am not into pain- so this was not really my thing.  But how wrong could I be, instead of pain what I felt was a mild prickly sensation that got me asking for more.  I was enjoying something I thought I would never try!  After my first experience I tried more of their devices and got instructed into the rarity and collector’s value of Violet Wand sets. 

Nick's and Morphia's devices are mostly classic or vintage.

As imagined, I was having so much fun with my new discoveries that Joanna had trouble to tantalize me to take a lunch break.  But, as she knows me well now, she found a couple of “victims” who would make our lunch break not only nutritious but enjoyable.   So, there we were waiting for our lunch brought by “monkey ben” a little effort of a man but a very efficient servant while alisha a lovely and delicate sissy maid was giving us a foot massage.  Once we got our food and drinks on the table we each threw a bit on the floor over a napkin, that was going to be monkey ben and alisha’s dinner.  It was fun to kick them around and see them fighting over the food like two hungry puppies, banned from using their hands, they looked really comical on all fours, bums sticking in the air ready to be kicked and flogged. 

When we finished eating I decided to wear the leather strap-on Joanna had given me.  It looked stunning over my red catsuit.  Alisha looked at me still hungry and wanting so I spread some wine over my strap-on’s dildo and ordered her to suck it.  The poor thing sucked until there was no force left in her.  But I had started and once started I cannot stop myself, so I ordered alisha’s girlfriend -who had been looking at us in surprise- to continue the job. 

There is something special about wearing a strap-on, even something more special when it is a man sucking your dildo.  I was turned on, ready for the fun to continue at Joanna’s LAM after party.  The real fun was just going to start!

Next LAMsUpcoming dates

• 1^st October 2011 LFW special
• 6^th November 2011
• 4^th December 2011

First Sunday of every month.

It was already 7pm and I had not finished dressing up for The Boat Party.  Master Alan, my companion for the night was ready, waiting for me, wearing black leather trousers and a black shirt buttoned up to the top and finished with a tie-like chain with handcuffs and spiky wrist bands.  I had decided to wear once again my red military catsuit.  What can I say… I just love that PVC catsuit and it is so comfortable to wear that sometimes I feel like I am wearing nothing at all!

It was almost 8pm now and we knew we were late. We had already done two tours of the London Bridge trying to find the pier for the boat.  Joanna was on the phone with Ishmael asking him to wait for us before parting.  From the taxi, we could see the boat but couldn’t find the exit to get off the bridge.  Eventually, we just jumped off the taxi in the middle of the bridge and briskly walked across to get the boat.  The tourists on the bridge were bemused at seeing us in full fetish wear (whips included) walking on the bridge!  A few Japanese tourists started taking our photos, wanting to keep a souvenir of “fetish London”.  No wonder they think that the English are eccentric!

Big Ben is watching us...

As soon as we stepped on the boat, Ishmael welcome us to his mythical boat party as we left the pier. Cruising the Thames was a trip to be remembered.  By this time the sun had started to set down and the sky was taking into a milliard of almost imperceptible tones.  At one point we passed through the Greenwich Meridian marked at night by a laser beam across the sky.  It was an amazing view that marked the end of a romantic cruise and the start of a fetish trip with two of my favourite male mentors, Alan and Ishmael. 

Ishmael made it his job to guide me through London and the history behind its most popular buildings.  For those of you who don’t know Ishmael Skyes, he is one of the most interesting characters I have met on the London fetish scene.  Not only is he a mine of historical and cultural information but his book Free Wealin’: A Hitch Hicker’s guide to kinky sex is one of the funniest books I have read in the past few years.

 This was my first fetish boat party in London, and now I could see for myself why it was so popular.  As always on the London fetish scene, people were very friendly, their fetish wear amazingly imaginative and beautiful.  The food gracefully served by the house maids and the music carefully selected.  By this time, I was starting to be recognised on the scene by a few people so it was easy to find subs to play with and entertain me for the rest of the night. 

Mistress Anath and francesca.

During the party I met a lovely couple in full bondage gear who were passionate about bondage games.  First I only watched attentively at how he tied her down and how she couldn’t hide the pleasure on her face at each tightening of the ropes.  She looked extremely vulnerable immobilised by the ropes but it was clear by the expression on her face that she was loving every tightening of the rope against her barely dressed body.  As she explained it to me later, the ropes tightening against her breasts and rubbing between her legs were like an extension of her lover’s hands caressing her.  She took great pleasure in being vulnerable, totally submitting to whatever her lover wanted to do with her.  For her, the erotic charge of bondage was incomparable, the way her body awareness and erotic sensations heightened when she was tied down was beyond anything else she had experienced before.  My new friend was so enthusiastic about bondage that she managed to tantalise me enough to have a go at being tied down by her boyfriend.  And this is how I ended up into bondage… Another little kink to add to my list of newly acquired naughty activities… 

Being tied up for the first time.

From the very first day I entered the London fetish scene one place always made an echo at every night out I had: “Torture Garden”.  

Somehow I had imagined Torture Garden as a big outdoor party with women dancing in veils, candles and incense everywhere, fountains with nymphs happily dancing to the music played by their satyrs.  Whips and chains delightfully placed and gracefully used were also part of my Torture Garden imaginings. 

For some reason everyone I met asked me if I had already been at one of the TG parties.  It seemed that you could not seriously be in the fetish scene if you hadn’t experienced at least once Torture Garden, the world’s largest fetish club.  That was why when Joanna Lark invited me to TG’s birthday weekend 2010 I immediately booked my plane and came to see her.  A whole weekend of TG was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.  I wasn’t sure what to pack with me, the theme for the first Birthday night was Militaria.  When I asked Joanna what to wear she suggested going costume hunting together and that is how I ended up going straight from the plane into Islington to meet Joanna for choosing our outfits. 

Getting ready

Lady In Red

For the first night Joanna suggested we should wear military PVC catsuits with matching military hats.  I choose a red military catsuit with black belts and she went for a black one.  We looked astonishing; ready to go in and command everyone at the ball.   

The party was held at The Mass, a huge building spread over three floors. The layout of the Mass put in mind Dante’s inferno because we had to climb long rounded stairs to go from one floor to another and each floor had its own particular mystery and decadence.  Every floor was separated into different areas, each offering something special.  There was a floor with a catwalk, there was a dungeon area, clubbing rooms, performance rooms and even a couple’s room with a long queue of people waiting their turn to go in past the bouncers for some couple’s and group fun.  

So you better get the party started...

The performances that night were amazing; we were marvelled by Satomi’s Shibari show, my first one ever!  I found rope bondage fascinating and wondered how it would feel to be tied up like that.  I didn’t know that very soon –at the boat party- I would be able to experience rope bondage on myself. 

But if the performances were amazing, looking at all the beautiful people so carefully dressed and made up around us was also part of the show.  Torture Garden is pure and raw fantasy, people parade in the most amazing costumes you can imagine, anything from bourlesque corsets to full body painting and leather costumes. I could not help myself from staring at men and women alike.  Vanilla clubbing felt so boring and tedious in comparison to this live cabaret crowd surrounding me.  Where had I been all this years?  No wonder everyone I met talked about TG! I was going to make sure that I wasn’t going to miss a TG night again.     

We had lots of fun that night; we danced, we made new friends and found old acquaintances, we gathered a few new subs to serve us, and as usual, we were into heavy mischief at the dungeon area where I found “carpet boy” my first trampling victim outside Pedestal’s trampling cage.  Joanna discovered a new sub, “glasscumer” who after some extreme punishment in the Couple’s room was renamed “piña colada”.   

Fun at home, after party and glass of champagne... (not pina colada )

If Pedestal introduced me to Female Domination, Torture Garden introduced me to a new concept of fetish club, one where all type of alternative lifestyles meet to share a time of glamour and fantasy.  TG is about exhibitionism and pushing boundaries but above all TG is about having fun.

 After reading Time Out’s opinion about Lucha Britannia(below), I decided to look deeper into this event.

 “Just when London’s fans of freak-show entertainment thought they had seen it all, Bethnal Green opened its doors to the violent hilarity of Mexican wrestling. Pack a b stomach and your best gimp mask; you’re going to need it.
It doesn’t get much better than this. Mexican, British and Japanese wrestlers will be covering thiselves in Deep Heat and causing muchos pain, while burlesque starlets, gimps chomping at the bit and strange theatrical encounters make for one of the very best nights in town.”

So what Lucha Britannia is about? I am quoting the invitation they’ve just sent me, it all sounds very tempting:

Lucha Underground is back!!

 Friday 19th November! 9PM The last Lucha show of 2010!!!

The awe-inspiring, award winning Lucha fighting machine and the cast of the United Resistance Movement are back, bigger bolder and brassier than ever for the next monthly excursion into Lucha Underground.

The wrestling is insane, the characters are outstanding, The gilrs are eye popping, the action is unbelievable!!!

It has all your Favourite Freedom Fighting Luchadors and Glamazon Luchadoras!!
Singles competition!
Tag Team Action!
Gorelesque-Burlesque!
Cabaret Siniestro!!
Sex & Violence!!!

Featuring an all star cast of wonder and blunder:

Leon Britannico, Bradford W Bush, Transexico, Metallico, Shiro Yoshida, Necrosis, Bengal Tiger, Tiger Jnr, El Parano, Ultimo Perversio, El Diablo Rojo, Estupido the human torpedo, Major Rotten, Lagarto Del Plata, Mamzelle Maz, Miss Miranda, Tammy Torture, Ana Agony, Dr Rupert G Hooper & from the David Lynch inspired ‘Double R Club’, Benjamin Louche!

Plus Cabaret Siniestro-Neo Burlesque starlets and comedy freaks to make your eyes water!

Break The Silence!!

Tickets availiable now!

Want to be a Luchador?? Join the London School of Lucha Libre now!

Ever wondered why Lucha Britannia can break the silence??? Ever thought, “what the hell is the RetroFutureVerse” ??? You can read the history behind the story, behind the comedy of Lucha Britannia here!!!

What? Lucha Underground!

Why? Cos you dont want to miss the most exciting show in town!

Where? Resistance Gallery. 265 Poyser St. Bethnal Green, E2 9RF

When? Fri 19th Nov 2010. 9pm start!

How? We got tickets! But hurry..we are almost sold out!!!

More Fighting…More Comedy…More Horror… More Fetish…More Carry On…More Music…More Spandex…
More Lycra…More Latex…More Heels…More Hosiery…More Lingerie…More Action…More,More,More!!!!!!!

My birthday is on 5th of November - tomorrow (you all should know for who are the fireworks all over the country), and Club Subversion celebrates it’s 6th birthday on Saturday – what a special weekend! Even more reasons to get your gear out, polish the boots, lace up your corset really tight and celebrate! Reveal your devilish side…

So if you haven’t heard about this club yet, dedicated to the pursuit of kinky pleasure in all it’s form –  this is the best moment to explore it… It will be even more fun than normally. And the regular kinksters know already, that at Subversion you can expect unexpected…especially when Countess De Jager is one of the House Mistresses…

And here few useful details first hand:

“Club Subversion welcomes fetish club virgins and seasoned players alike. We always have resident Mistresses, Masters & subs (all friendly and approachable) to guide you through your first club experience, should you need it. If it is your first time to a fetish club, or to Club Subversion, it may be helpful to read our first time tips online or give us a call if you don’t have internet access. Rules and Etiquette of fetish clubbing are set out to provide a safe, fun play and dance environment for everyone. If you are unsure of the Rules and Etiquette for Club Subversion, please take a moment to read them online or call us for a copy! Club Subversion has a strict fetish dress code. You will be turned away at the door, even with pre-purchased tickets, if you do not have the right attire. Club Subversion also reserves the right to ask you to leave if you are not changed into fetish clothing once in the club. If you are unsure about the dress code please give us a call on 0207 582 4545.”

Well – I am not sure if  I need to introduce Countess De Jager anymore – as she has become one of the icons of London Fetish Life… But for those who haven’t met her yet – beware:

“To the cognoscenti I’m known by the title ‘Countess De Jager’. It is pronounced ‘dee-are-sher’ as the ‘j’ is silent.  I don’t like to be called ‘Mistress’. To me, a mistress is a woman who’s having an affair with another woman’s hus­band. I’m a Dominatrix.

My title goes back to 16th century France. During the revolution, royal families were taken into the Palace of Versailles, that’s where my ancestors found sanctuary to avoid beheading. During my mother’s investigation into our lineage, she discovered documents and a coat of arms that confirmed our royal bloodline.

 I’m the ‘House Dominatrix’ at Subversion and Club Rub. I own my own club Toppers a purely BDSM play club and a BDSM retreat in Spain for the discerning players.

 I specialise in CBT, needle play and CP. I have bondage toys, tool, devices of torture, canes, needles (all sizes) and tawse’s, some that I have had made for me and by me. I enjoy CBT most of all. I like masochists but not all are. I go in slow then build up to find your levels. All the tools look menacing and intimidating, some just vibrate, some crush, some sting but most of all they get me high. I like them to see what I’m doing too. I have a mirror I place so they can watch me. I have had slaves finish to soon as they have played out to early and I have only just started…lol ‘Word of advice, cum before you come’ Unless your into control.

I’m a Domme that provides a unique service,  I’m unconventional. You get what you ask for and more, so beware! ”Careful what you wish for” I absorb your energy and get high from your physical suffering. I breathe in your agony. I laugh at your humiliation. I tingle at your torment.  I giggle with every prick, spark and laceration. I am accomplished in all forms of torture. Nothing fazes me. From mild to extreme, marked or not, you will know you have visited The Countess.

Hello Mistress Joanna Lark

I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to serve you and your friend Mistress Anath at Club Subversion last night. I hope you both had a good time and that i was of some use to both of you.

Although i have been going occasionally to fet clubs for a while i am still a bit ‘wet behind the ears’ when it comes to being a sub. i really appreciate your time and the efforts you made last night to make me a better slave. I can be quite erratic especially in clubs which is why I almost need a Mistress to keep me in check!

I learnt a bit more about myself yesterday. i felt really embarrassed when you made me wear high heels and that wig and initially my pride meant that I wanted to refuse however being under your orders meant that my natural sub instinct overruled my head and i felt compelled to follow your orders.

When you made me hold that dildo in my mouth i felt SO humiliated…but strangely also turned on. I guess you learn more about what you are into and what makes you ‘tick’ all the time…its just a constant state of evolution. What made the experience quite ironic is the amount of times in the past I have made girlfriends wear heels (when a lot of the time they didn’t want to) just to indulge my personal fetish and now thanks to you I got to discover first hand what it feels like…

With Mistress Anath, Tessa and few victims - Subversion LFW 2010

I felt bad that i didn’t let you both play with me properly, i had already been out for a good few hours at my friends birthday so probably wasn’t in an ideal mindset for intense play but i should have tried harder. I can take pain and like to please but I am more into the psychological side of D/s more than someone who actually ‘enjoys’ the sensation of pain. That being said I have been spanked a few times and have enjoyed the psychological mind set i am in when i am being punished so there is defiantly scope for this side of play.

I hope that i pleased you and that you will consider using me again (even if i do need a few stern words to get me to behave properly!) my personality isn’t really a natural sub – i can be quite loud and i am quite outgoing but you were amazing at bringing out the sub in me and i loved being under your control and feel that with the right guidance I can be really good sub.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend and will hopefully speak to you soon.

Ollie x

If you are looking for an alternative club
where creative approach to fetish fashion
dominates BDSM play,
Festival Of Sins is the place to go.
Thanks to their dedicated work and enthusiasm
over last few years
they became so spectacular phenomenon
they even intrigued one of the famous “vanilla” magazines.

So what is so special about this event?

Worth checking out:
Festival of Sins, London’s Time Out ‘Critics’ Choice’ and Bizarre Magazine featured bi-monthly alternative fetish experience that celebrates each of the seven deadly sins, is fast gaining cult status amongst the alternative scene and its four hundred plus attendees  – or, as they are more commonly referred, ‘Sinners’.

From its home at Camden’s Purple Turtle, Festival of Sins sports a unique combination of new and established alternative and fetish fashion designers from across Europe; twisted and experimental art installations; cabaret and dark burlesque; electro, alternative-pop and nu rock bands; fireplay and fetish demonstrations alongside stalls trading in the unique and unusual.

The Festival of Sins experience is further enhanced with music from some of the alternative scene’s best know DJ’s and masterfully compèred by the extravagant tranny Mister J, renown presenter of the Manchester alternative cabaret scene, from the moment doors open at 8pm until close at 3am.

Wrath

Festival of Sins consistently provides unique and exclusive shows.  For example, the debut fashion shows of now leading fetish designers, Lacing Lilith, Lady Lucie and Am Statik! When Festival of Sins moves to its new venue, there will be one fashion show at each event that will be curatted by TheFetishistas – who will carefully select a renownd designer to bring a new and exclusive show to London. There will be multiple rooms, and a cornucopia of sensory debauched and hedonistic experiences in the new venue!

When Joanna Lark invited me to go with her to the London Munch back in January 2010, as usual I did not know what to expect. Joanna likes to surprise me, to entice me into her fetish world, so she doesn’t really tell me much about our outings; she lets me discover her world by myself. So far I have never been disappointed, so as usual with any of Joanna’s invitations, I was besides myself with excitement and expectation towards this new experience.

The evening started early when at 7 o’clock my new wannabe slave “memoire de poisson” arrived at the door ready to drive me to the Munch venue. All that Joanna had told me was that there was not a strict dress code for the Munch; so I just wore a leather mini skirt with matching leather bra and a red cashmere cardigan on top. All and all, I looked quite serious, or maybe I should say, seriously dangerous…

The London Munch was held at an open bar where the basement had been reserved for the Munchers. I found it an incredibly turn on to arrive all dressed in black leather and red cashmere at the bar, men and women turning in awe to look at me, followed closely by my slave opening doors and holding my handbag and taking care of my every step. I rarely feel so powerful and excited but having all the eyes in the pub fixed on me, admiring me and wishing they could get closer had an incredible impact on me. I must be an exhibitionist deep down, because every time I am in a similar situation I feel the heat between my legs mounting and expanding through all my body. It is such a lovely warmth and feeling of power that I really look forwards to it nowadays.

The Munch was populated with an eclectic group of people, ranging from young people in jeans and t shirts to gorgeous women dressed up in lovely corsets. As soon as I arrived I found Joanna at the bar. How could I miss her, always so powerfully gorgeous and surrounded by a group of her subs; wannabe slaves and Masters? The ambiance was very friendly; Joanna introduced me to several of her friends, all of them very interesting people to talk to. It was there that I met a Master friend of Joanna. He was a fascinating character and was delighted to answer all my questions. He didn’t mind spending the evening explaining me, a newbie to the London scene, all the things I was curious about.

From that night on, a question that he asked me has stuck in mind. He asked me, why I am getting involved in the London Fetish scene; is it for love or money? My answer was, and still is, for love. Yes, because I am enjoying so much discovering this new side of me and this new view of the world that I wouldn’t like to be anywhere else at the moment. I do it for love, because allowing myself to enter the scene has opened up a whole new horizon. I can see how in everyday life I have become more assertive and more confident of. Allowing myself to explore my dominant side is opening new ways of unknown pleasure.
Yes, I do it for love!

The day Joanna Lark invited me to Club Pedestal I couldn’t believe my luck. Joanna was proposing to take me to a club where women are adored by men, a place where women are in complete safety to explore their fantasies and men are at the service of women for whatever they might want. I couldn’t wait to see Club Pedestal I was excited but at the same time scared to go to a fetish club, I had never been to one, so I ask Becky, a friend of mine to come with me.

Joanna had arranged for one of her subs to pick me up, drive me to the club and serve me as a guide. I thought it appropriate to wear one of my leather corsets and skirts. When gloworm, Joanna’s sub, arrived to pick me up he amazed Becky and me with his polite manners and his leather clothing. He took us quietly to the Club, asking for permission to talk whenever he had a question for us. Once in the club we met Joanna who gave me one of her personal slappers and riding crop, in case I needed it. She couldn’t join us until later and had ordered gloworm to take care of us. We went up the stairs where we were greeted by the house slaves with fresh roses and after buying us a drink gloworm started our “education”. I was amazed by the beauty of the costumes I was seeing. There were women of all ages and sizes wearing incredibly pretty outfits. The first hall we entered was a huge play space with dungeon equipment. There was a horse bench, chains, and other BDSM equipment that I had never seen nor had any idea how to call or use it. The first thing I noticed was a man dressed only in shorts, tied to a pole and wrapped in some type of cling film from head to toe. An older man was hanging from his hands to an attachment from the ceiling while an amazingly pretty woman was flogging him, sometimes just tantalizing him, while other times she stroked with full force. There was also a big cage with several men lying on the floor; gloworm explained to us that they were waiting for a Domme to go and walk over them. I was pleasantly shocked, feeling my blood warming up inside me in anticipation and excitement. We spent some time there; gloworm explaining us the use for most of the equipment. I didn’t want to hear his explanations anymore; I couldn’t wait to try them instead!

We went through the club’s several areas, the Goddess room where a couple of girls were offering tantric massage to the Dommes; the dancing area, and the “zoo” where you could get men to wear animal masks and behave like the chosen animal. I was over the moon in Pedestal. The house slaves were at our disposition for all our wishes. A couple of times they went fetching drinks and nibbles for us. I was pleasantly surprised by the friendliness of the other Dommes; we were introduced to a couple of them who were very encouraging knowing that it was my first visit.

When we finally sat for a few minutes, a man came and asked me if he could “take care of my feet”. I nodded more with curiosity than in affirmation. He started cleaning my shoes with his tongue, caressing my ankles with his hands. It felt so good that I said “yes” when he asked for permission to take my shoes off. He slowly massaged the sole of my feet, my toes, my heels, my ankles. Meantime, I was trying to keep a straight face -difficult when you are experiencing so much pleasure- I kept talking to Becky and was telling her how good this was when I almost screamed in pleasure, he was sucking my toes, one by one, so softly, so deliciously… I couldn’t stand it any more! I used the riding crop to gently slap him on the face and ordered him to put my shoes back on. He did as told, with reverence before he asked for permission to go. I had never experienced so much pleasure in a public place just having my feet “taken care of”. It felt so good that I agreed to have my feet treated again by several other men during the night. Each of them was different, each of them had their own tricks but they were all pleasurable.

Becky was a bit more traditional and she only looked around, without allowing anyone too close to her. She couldn’t understand how these men were there to be used, to be punished just to please women. I didn’t think anymore, I didn’t try to understand, I just let myself go and enjoyed the moment.

When the moment came, gloworm asked for permission to go change his clothes and bring his toys. When he came back he was wearing a black kilt and nothing on top. He had a big suitcase which worked my curiosity. He opened it in front of me and arranged his slappers, floggers and whips in order of use. Patiently he explained to me the use of each of them and when he finished he asked me if I wanted to try them. I had been waiting for that question all night! He took his kilt off and positioned himself in some kind of cross, standing up with arms and legs open, ready to be punished. Following his teachings I started with the “teaser” slappers, softly slapping him, asking him if I was doing it right. By the time I had gone through half of his floggers, I didn’t have to ask anymore, I felt possessed, as if I had been born to do that. My first timid blows were becoming full stronger blows, I was enjoying it so much that I couldn’t stop myself. Becky, who had kept quietly in the background, was surprised to see me. Other Dommes and subs who I had met earlier that night couldn’t believe this was my first time punishing someone for real; they were even complimenting my dexterity and style with the whips and crops. I just couldn’t believe how good it felt. I went through the whole suitcase until I discovered my tool: the riding crop. I hadn’t used one before but the moment I tried my first slap with it, it felt made for me.

Joanna Lark at the Club Pedestal

After that I just felt at home. As if I had always belonged to the scene. I went in the cage and walked over a few men, used the house “horse slave”, used a surgeon as a seat, someone else as an ashtray, was invited by a Domme to torture her slave in a “blind capsule”, whipped a few more subs and ended the night finding my own private slave. Not bad for a Thursday night isn’t it?

Becky didn’t like the DBSM scene. However, much to her surprise, after the visit to Pedestal she had felt empowered, she felt like the Queen of the world, she behaved like that and it had worked wonders for her at both a professional and personal level. She is definitely not into BDSM but she would be happy to go back to club Pedestal anytime.