Saturday, 25 February 2017

Welcome The Pleasuredome

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree..."

So begins Samuel Taylor Coleridge's romantic and opium-induced ode to Kubla Khan's mythical palace of delights facing rumblings of war - written after a drugged dream and hastily written down on waking, famously interrupted in its completion by a visitor to Coleridge's door. The poet struggled to fit the pieces to his vision once the visitor had gone, and so the poem remains an essence of half-completed jigsaw.

The third weekend of the February saw an essence of the dream-like palace arrive in Manchester, courtesy of the lovely Zara DuRose and her rather legendary parties, and a chance to see if the fetish party-goers could fill in the missing pieces.  Cirque in Manchester, a pleasurezone of its own in these somewhat liberty-attacked times, was the suitable venue.  Indeed, with the drums of war beating for our own palace of delights and sexual freedoms within and the fight for survival against the current parochial government, it is a more than apt theme.

Still recovering slightly from my operation last week, I carefully dressed - choosing my Kiku corset, stockings, and my sky-scraper Alexander McQueen sandals.  I still managed to arrive on time at the event's opening time, pleased to see a queue already forming - the Zara DuRose parties and Cirque clearly drawing people out early.

Inside, the decadent interior of Cirque had been transformed courtesy of Zara and her team - so many plants and greenery bedecked the club that it suitably resembled an ancient and abandoned temple.  Kubla Khan's palace, indeed.  There were lots of familiar faces and lots of lovely new people to meet, as is the norm at these events.  I managed to catch hold of Zara for a brief chat before the club really got busy, the lovely lady herself in shimmering green latex.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Welcome To The Pleasuredome, Cirque.
As expected, the club filled up pretty quickly, and by the time Valis Volkova arrived on stage for the first of the evenings entertainment sets the main room was full to bursting.  Apart from the stunning Valis, there was lots of other eye-candy to see.  I was chatting away to a lovely blonde girl when a stunning and curvaceous redhead undulated past, her long red dress clinging onto all of her gorgeous curves.  I lost my train of thought for a moment, vowing to make sure I chatted to the Jessica Rabbit lookalike later on.  A tall and striking Amazonian blonde in a latex military dress strode past in six-inch heeled fetish boots, too, with her gentleman in tow.  I recognised him from the last couple of Torture Garden events in London, and a girl like me wasn't going miss an opportunity to say hello again.  He recognised me straight away and introduced me to his stunning Hungarian girlfriend, and as fellow rock music fans we soon got rather excitable and loud chatting about great gigs we'd been to.  In a busy and loud club I realised that we were still the loudest and most animated group there!

I finally got to meet the redheaded girl, too, who had bravely walked to the club through some of Manchester's more unsavoury streets!  She was as lovely as she was gorgeous, but her heaving bosom in the low-cut dress was a bit distracting when try to talk to her.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Welcome To The Pleasuredome, Cirque.
 A fashion show hitting the stage meant once again the main room becoming full of exotically-dressed fetishists - an opportunity (as I couldn't see the show anyway) to go upstairs and sit for a while.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Welcome To The Pleasuredome, Cirque.
Of course there's always someone new to meet at such a place, and I ended up chatting away with a lovely Domme who had also opted out of viewing the fashion show.  More friends arrived, some of whom I hadn't seen for nearly a year, and the hours were soon flying by.  Two tattooed nymphs drifted by, admiring my naked breasts.  We got chatting, too - mainly about breasts - the discussion resulting in us all fondling each others boobs.  It was quite divine.

I finally made my way back downstairs, and despite still being somewhat bandaged up managed to get on the dancefloor for a short while.  I retired to an empty seat in the main room.  Over in one corner a young couple were clearly having quite a bit of fun.  He was sat on a chaise lounge, his trousers around his ankles, whilst his naked and nubile girl rode him, her slick pussy split by his hard cock.

I watched for a  little while and caught his eye.  I gave him the thumbs up sign, and he clearly said something to his partner.  She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me.  They had a brief conversation before she waved me over - I didn't need asking twice.  I pulled off my nipple pasties and slipped out of my satin panties and joined them on the chaise lounge.

As soon as the brief introductions were over I was kissing the girl, our tongues exploring each others mouths whilst she fucked her man.  I could feel his hands stroking my stocking-clad legs and move then move up to caress my breasts.  I  lowered myself so he could take my hard nipple into his mouth, and he sucked on my tits greedily while his girlfriend fucked him.  It was time for a switch around.  the girl climbed off him, allowing him to stand.  I took the opportunity to kiss and stroke her small naked body whilst he watched.  He stood in front of us, his proud erection at a perfect height.  I took his hot hardness into my mouth, stroking his tight balls while I sucked and licked his cock.  I could taste the delights of his girl on his member, and then held his erection so she could take my place, sucking on him in my place.  We took turns to suck him off, and in between kissed each other, all the time my slender fingers gliding up and down his lubricated cock.

Soon she decided it was my time for a bit of pleasure.  I laid back on the chaise lounge and spread my legs.  She sat in between my legs and began licking my slippery cunt.  Her man sat beside me, and I slowly wanked him whilst she pleasured me.  Her man decided he wanted a taste of me, too.  That meant another reshuffle, and soon I was laid back full-length on the chaise lounge.  I opened my thighs again and he began licking me.  In the meantime his athletic girl straddled my face and I could taste her beautiful honey dew cunt on my tongue and lips as she sat on my face.  My orgasm was taken with his tongue in my cunt, and my tongue deeply embedded in her cunt.  Wonderful.

It was now 4am, though, and time to start heading home.  I had been invited to the afterparty, but felt another (relatively) early night would aid my recovery - when 4am arrives and it is considered an early night then you know it has been a great night.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Welcome To The Pleasuredome, Cirque.
And so, like the ending of Coleridge's poem, I can attest to dining on honey-dew and drinking the milk of paradise.  Another absolutely fantastic party from Zara and the Cirque team - superb entertainment, great music and an outstanding crowd... and more wonderful and very sexy memories for me.

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Pain & Pleasure

A few weeks ago I was the one of the lucky recipients of an invitation to the opening night of Atonement at Cirque, Manchester.  The evening would see the doors open for the first unveiling of the club's dungeon, and the invite encouraged a lavish dress theme - ball gowns and the like.  Wonderful. With the invite added to calendar and my outfit already planned, I was looking forward to a night of S&M play in Cirque's decadent surroundings.  Sadly, fate would intervene.

I had been waiting for an appointment for a minor operation since Autumn last year, and with perfect timing the letter from the NHS arrived informing me that my operation would go ahead on the same day as the Atonement evening.  Great.  I decided that I could put up with a little pain myself (instead of inflicting it) and still attend both - but made a mental note to see how I felt after the operation.

I was out of the operating theatre by 12.35pm, and back at home before 1.00pm.  I found myself not in too much pain, but now realised my initial outfit was not going be suitable any more.  That meant a hasty rethink, and I realised that my luxurious full-length leather coat that I'd bought from Northbound Leather back in 1998 offered a rather fabulous solution - I'd bought the fantastic coat a year before the legendary film The Matrix appeared - it's still a great film, but within a few months every goth or indeed anyone with any interest in the film was walking around in full-length black PVC coats - so mine was duly banished to the closet and has rarely made an appearance since.  It has remained decadently stylish, warm, and more than a hint of S&M, though, and, importantly, was not too tight around my newly bandaged area. Some sexy bondage-style Honey Birdette lingerie underneath and my fetish high-heeled leather boots completed my outfit.

I managed to clean myself up and dress pretty well, and was priding myself on how little pain I was in.  On time my taxi arrived to whisk me away to Cirque - which is where I encountered my first problem - I couldn't really sit in a car.  Thankfully, Cirque was not too long a ride away so my rather bizarre yoga-esque position on the back seat only had to be endured for a short time.

It was still a relief to out of the taxi at the club, though, and found myself at the doors of Cirque a tad before the official opening time.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Atonement @ Cirque, Manchester.
Once inside I was pleased to find the club already suitably warm and welcoming, and it's always a great chance to catch up with the club owners when it's a early and quiet.  It didn't stay quiet for long, though, and soon Cirque was busy with lots of old friends and plenty of new faces, too.

There were a couple of wonderful little theatrical S&M performances from the gorgeous Valis Volkova, who once again showed her operatic vocal talents in the short vignettes.  I managed to have a chat with her afterwards, having got to know her a little since meeting the lovely Liverpudlian lass initially at Sexhibition last year.

At 11.00pm the S&M playroom/dungeon was officially opened, with the invited attendees given the first opportunity to look over the new room.  It was a bit too crowded with people checking out the new facilities to get any photos, and sadly it was now beginning to feel as though the anaesthetic was properly wearing off - a few aches and pains were beginning to make themselves known, which in turn meant that any opportunities to test out the various bits of fetish furniture would have to wait until next time.  Not only that, but an over-whelming tiredness had struck and I found myself deciding to share an early taxi home with some friends.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Atonement @ Cirque, Manchester.
I've been attending Cirque since it first opened, and it was clear that was yet another exciting step in the club's development. I'm looking forward to my next visit already, and hopefully I'll be able to dish out a little exquisite pain myself next time.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Atonement @ Cirque, Manchester.

Sunday, 29 January 2017

The (Un)Grateful Dead

A few weeks ago I was contacted by friends asking if I wanted to attend a 'Day Of The Dead' night in Manchester.  It looked interesting - I do like the Day Of The Dead costumes and theme, and a full night of the carnival based in a large but under-cover venue (it was Manchester after all...) made things look even more enticing. A £24 ticket later, and I was looking forward to the night.

We arrived in convoy at Bowlers Exhibition Centre in the heart of the Salford industrial complex.  A queue snaked from the entrance.  Already I could see some fabulous outfits and make-up - and that was just some of the guys.  There were lots of stunning ladies to, er, admire, too, while we moved slowly forward in the queue.

It soon became evident for the reason of the queue - everyone was being searched for drugs or knives.  I've not really ever been to a mainstream event that required such indepth searches - in the rock/alternative music scene there's rarely trouble of any kind, and the fetish scene is equally well self-policed.  Nevertheless, I did put up with a thorough check of my bag and a pat-down from the female security staff - although I did hear that the guys in the group were dealt with and searched less politely.  There was an odd moment when she nearly confiscated my triangular-shaped mints thinking that they were Viagra tablets, and I had to eat four of them to show that they weren't drugs.

We were all eventually inside the cavernous interior, however, which, on a bloody cold Manchester night was... well, bloody cold inside too.  I'd chosen to wear a lace dress and not much more, but very quickly realised I'd be keeping my coat on all night.  Pounding dance music thumped from the speakers, incongruous against the Mexican Day Of The Dead themed decor of the club.  One of my female friends, a die-hard rock fan, yelled in some dismay "Fucking hell - we've come to a bloody rave...!"

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Soon, a small parade began its way through the crowd, attempting to inject some carnival-like spice to the night.  It looked very impressive actually, and there was clearly someone behind the scenes with a great eye for detail and design.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
It was a definite improvement to the proceedings, an certainly made quite a visual impression.  This lady made quite a visual impression, too - I'd certainly have offered to check her pulse and bodily functions so see if she was actually dead...

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Once the parade had passed, there was some stage entertainment, which once again added to the carnival-esque atmosphere of the night...

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Things were going quite well up to that point, but then someone decided that to get the crowd going they would introduce some sort of DJ/MC onto the stage.  His part in the night entertainment appeared to be shouting the same four sentences over the music, which was the same repetitive ridiculousness... "Oggy oggy oggy....", "Manchester, are you with me...", "Manchester, make some noise...", "We're gonna party through the night...", "Oggy oggy oggy..." ad infinitum.  If that is a bit cringe-worthy to read, you can only imagine how bad it was to listen to.  It was slightly ironic, too - it probably made more sense if you were off your face on the drugs that they were eagerly confiscating from people at the door.  Anyway, it was a great shame, as up until then I was quite enjoying the evening - the bitter cold notwithstanding.

There was still plenty of interesting visual things to keep me entertained, though - it was great to see so many people had made a massive effort to dress up for the night.  There was some mild confusion at one point when the thumping dance music made way for more traditional Mexican-styled carnival drumming - but as the drummers were on the dance-floor no-one beyond their immediate vicinity could see them.  So, for half an hour, we listened to a roll of drummers beating enthusiastically away for unfortunately little entertainment value - but at least the Oggy Oggy Oggy Man shut up for a while.  On the stage, by 11.30pm, there was more entertainment from a nubile trapeze artist.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
By midnight there was a brief discussion in the group and a fairly unanimous agreement - to head home.  So, with one last and appropriate look at the trapese artist who was doing the same thing, we split.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Day Of The Dead, Manchester 2017.
Ahead of us, other people were already leaving, too - just midway through the night - which I think is a pretty good barometer of how successful the night is.  Although there were some great little touches to the event, it is not often that I find myself totally underwhelmed - but this was one such event.  Day Of The Dead carnival or rave dance club?  It couldn't make up its mind, and fell uncomfortably between both stools.  At £24 per ticket (and no doubt in the region of 1000+ sold) I'm sure the organisers won't be too concerned, but I wonder if the event will return.  I'm pretty sure, that sadly, I won't.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

"Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now...
"
Ashes To Ashes - David Bowie

New Years Day, after my late night at Cirque for the Bollywood party, was a late start.  I still had to rouse myself from my slumber, though, as I'd made arrangements to see the lovely Caroline from Cathouse Clothing and enjoy some early 2017 entertainment courtesy of the Manchester Storm ice hockey team.

After meeting for pre-match drinks in a very quiet Altrincham, we made our way to the venue. Bizarrely, so I could sit with Caroline, I found myself sitting in the 'away' section with the Sheffield Steelers fans, even though where I work from in Altrincham is but a short walk from the home team's rink. 

It was a thoroughly entertaining evening, helped along by bursts of rock music (they seem to favour AC/DC, which was OK by me!) blaring from the rink sound system, and the action on the ice was pretty good too.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Manchester Storm ice hockey.
Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Manchester Storm ice hockey.
The Sheffield Steelers eventually ran out comfortable winners at 4-1, but it was definitely a great way to pass a normally-quiet New Years Day.

"Strange fascinations, fascinate me..."
Changes - David Bowie

A year ago I was enjoying some winter sun in Tenerife - and the recent cold snap made me wish I was back in the equatorial heat of the Canary Islands.  I remember waking one morning to the sad and shocking news that David Bowie had died, and sat for a while in the hotel room watching the morning news.  A year later, on the eve of what would have been Mr Bowie's 70th birthday, I found myself heading to Scary Monsters, one of Manchester's long-running club nights, for a full David Bowie tribute night.

Fours hours of non-stop Bowie greats was a wonderful way to honour the artist, and the celebration was a lovely way to light the darkness of a cold January Saturday night.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  David Bowie night.
 Finally, speaking of 'Changes', January saw my update of my website Gallery images and Adultwork profile.  I'm determined to add more to my Adultwork Private Gallery as soon as I can - it has been neglected as of late.

So in the absence of any trips to seek the sun or other ch-ch-ch-changes, it is business and service as normal - at least my bedroom frolics keep me warm and energised!

Thursday, 5 January 2017

A Spicy Start To '17

Firstly, may I wish you all a very happy New Year - I hope that the start of 2017 was a good one.  In turn, a very big 'thank you' to all those who sent lovely greetings to me over the holiday period!

For the first time in a while, I didn't get to do a hike over the Christmas/New Year season.  To be fair, the horrendous weather over last winter in the Lake District kept me away last year, too, and I'm starting to get withdrawl symptoms that can only be sated with clear fresh air, wonderful views and a long challenging walk.  That, hopefully, will be rectified soon.

So, in the absence of shocking weather this year, what stopped me this time around?  Simply the best reason - visiting friends.  I started off on Christmas Eve with a journey south to visit N and his gorgeous wife, who I haven't seen for some time - I still remember him arranging the drive over to Shelsley Walsh in a Morgan with great affection.  On Christmas Day I was chauffeured from their home south of Birmingham over to Ess & Emm to spend the remainder of the Christmas period with a houseful of friends at Banbury.

By New Year's Eve I was back home in Manchester, preparing to see 2017 in at the Cirque Club.  The evening's theme was Bollywood, which immediately meant a wardrobe issue.  Despite bulging at the joints, my wardrobe(s) are a bit sparse when it comes to demure Asian dresses.  The solution - my long sparkling silver 1970's vintage woollen crocheted dress, with (in Dexi style) a rather risqué see-through design.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bollywood Night, Cirque, NYE.
 I really love the slightly sleazy 1970's design with dashings of 1930's delicious decadence, and its now-you-see-it-now-you-don't pattern, especially when worn without a bra and very skimpy nude-coloured panties.  Indeed, I caught a few longing looks from gentlemen thoughout the night as they tried to determine if I actually was wearing underwear at all!

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bollywood Night, Cirque, NYE.
The night itself was actually fairly quiet to begin with, but a steady influx of young and polite Asians soon changed that - with the pumping and rather joyful Bollywood music keeping the dancefloor full all night.  I even had a go at the specific moves myself after being encouraged by a few lovely Asian chaps - who honored me by saying I was a rookie Bollywood dancer already.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bollywood Night, Cirque, NYE.
A great night, and a great way to see in the New Year and all that it promises.  I have my new 2017 (Bumblebee) calendar pinned up, and have already filled in quite a few weekends with events for the forthcoming year.  2016 has some great memories - I hope 2017 is as enjoyable, too - if not more so!

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Christmas Celebrations at Cirque

Last weekend Christmas finally arrived - for me, anyway.  Personally, (and I know it's not just me) I hate the early arrival of tinsel and tat in the shops - especially before Hallowe'en for Heaven's sake - and the first chimes of the usual old Christmas songs before the calendar even hits December.

 But, an alternative Christmas Party, courtesy of the lovely Sukki Singapora, at Cirque in Manchester was a great way to finally let the season roll in.  Even better, I had the honour of having the gorgeous Zara DuRose as a house guest for the night.

It was indeed a lovely start to the evening when Mz DuRose arrived at my door in the late afternoon, already looking gorgeously groomed and bright-eyed - despite the long journey all the way from 'dahn sarth'.  Sadly, there was the usual north-west weather welcome to greet her - heavy grey cloud bringing an early dusk to the day.

Nevertheless, after an early evening meal it was time to get ready.  I chose a glittery gold dress, in keeping with the season, and my patent black Miu Miu sandals - and no panties, of course.  We arrived at the club just 40 minutes after the doors opened, but were still greeted by a very large crowd, already clearly in the Christmas spirit.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Christmas @ Cirque, Manchester.
 It was fabulous to catch up with the hostess herself, Sukki Singapora, whose career has simply rocketed since I last saw her and is constantly busy and on the move these days.  I also had the chance to meet up with the far-too-sexy Cirque girls than run the club, and the brilliant Kiku team - as well as lovely people I'd met at the club previously.

There were two burlesque acts on as entertainment.  I've seen quite a bit of burlesque over the years, and a few, like Immodesty Blaize and Violet Blaze certainly stick in the memory.  The two performances, a first vocal performance from Sukki and an operatic showstopper from Valis Volkova were simply breath-taking - it's certainly been a while since I was blown away by a burlesque act, but these two gorgeous and incredibly talented ladies did it.

It was a perfect Christmas night out, surrounded by friends and with great music and entertainment.  I'll admit to having a few of Cirque's lip-smacking cocktails myself - partly because they taste wonderful, but it also gives me the chance to watch the gorgeous and busty Cirque girls shake their curves whilst they mix them - double winner!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Christmas @ Cirque, Manchester.
 It looked like, apart form the alcohol, I was going to be a good girl for the evening, however - unlike the last time I ventured into the premises.

But... as the club emptied at the end of the night I found myself chatting to one of the club's regular attendees - a stunning raven-haired and exotic beauty that I'd ended up french-kissing briefly the last time I was at the club.  As we sat and chatted on one of the club's black sofas she stroked my legs in a rather relaxing and whimsical way, but on each stroke I could sense her delicate fingertips getting a little higher up the inside of my legs each time.  I slowly parted my thighs to allow her scarlet red nails easier access as she continued to stroke me.  We kissed each other, reliving the short but sweet episode from last time and I felt her soft touch glide over my now wet cunt.

I laid back on the sofa, spreading my legs wide and she rubbed her fingertips over my clit, slick and shiny with my own pussy juice.  After toying with my hard clit until I was moaning with pleasure at her expert touch, she slowly and softly slipped a finger into my tight cunt.  She finger-fucked me gently, smiling sensually as I came, my strong pussy muscles gripping her wet fingers in a seductive hold.  She wasn't quite finished, though.  She withdrew her slick fingers which I hungrily took into my mouth, savouring the tastes of my body as I licked her clean.  We kissed again before she lowered her head to my pussy to take her own drink directly from my body.  I felt her tongue flicking over my my engorged lips, tracing a soft outline around my feminine folds before finding my cunt and slipping delicately inside.  I came again, quickly this time, my cries bringing a fair bit of attention form the last members inside the club.

I desperately wanted to reciprocate the attention I had received, but the lady's taxi was now waiting outside.  We promised to continue when we next had the opportunity - a lovely early Christmas present indeed.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Christmas @ Cirque, Manchester.
Speaking of Christmas presents, a quick look back at this year's Blog Posts will, no doubt, show I've not quite been a good girl - but hopefully I've been very good at being very bad.  Escapades in Essen, Radlett, Cirque, et al have perhaps blighted my Santa List. Therefore, I am extremely grateful and must thank the lovely D and T for the gifts they brought.  In view of the chance of having a chap in red shower me with something from his bulging sack being pretty low this year, I was going to buy my own little treat - namely these remarkable Dita Von Teese "Femme Totale" gloves...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dita gloves... mmmmm!
Her new range is quite perfect for anyone with a bit of a stocking/nylon/glove fetish, but I think I may have to wait until a few other necessities have been paid for first, having glanced at the prices.  Bah! Humbug!  But they will be mine....

It's certainly been a strange year, with some very low points. One such being the sad passing of the singularly astonishing David Bowie - the death of a celebrity never really affects me, but Bowie was always so much more than that - but there have been some truly memorable times, too.  It's been tremendous fun looking back over this year's Blog and reminiscing - even if some of those adventures may have cost me a visit from Santa!  Lastly, as Greg Lake, another sadly departed music legend, said...

"I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave new year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on earth
Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas we get we deserve.
"

I wish you all a very merry Christmas, and a wonderful New Year. 

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Going Dutch...

The alarm clock, rudely awakening me at 2.45am on a cold Friday morning, was the start to a long weekend away, and one I had been looking forward to for some time.  There always has to be a bloody good reason for getting up in what feels like the middle of the night, and a trip to the Netherlands for a fetish party was one such good reason.

The annual Dominatrix Party had been recommended by friends who had visited previously, and I was looking forward to seeing them all later - especially as the organisers had arranged a special package with a nearby hotel for their attendees.  First, though, there was the trouble of getting from Manchester to a small town somewhat north of Amsterdam - a BIG task for me, as I can get lost in the Trafford Centre.  I did, at least, have the foresight to pre-book a taxi to take me to Manchester airport for 4.15am.  So, by 4.10am I was outside my apartment, dressed in leather boots, skin-tight leather-look jeans, a warm furry hat, leather gloves and (thank you, D, for the gorgeous birthday/Christmas pressie) a lovely and sexy leather coat.

Remembering to arrange a taxi was the first hurdle.  The second hurdle was the taxi actually turning up on time - and here the plans went a bit... wrong.  Despite getting a confirmation text from the taxi firm that my cab was booked, at 4.15am I was still stood outside my apartment in the bitter cold, with no sign of a taxi anywhere.  I ended up calling another firm who duly delivered a warm black cab as quickly as possible,

Luckily, with a chatty taxi driver who knew all the quickest routes I was dropped off at Terminal 1 by 5.00am in time to check in.  There were, I'm glad to say, no more issues on the first bit of the trip - the plane was on time, and we landed at Amsterdam Schipol on schedule.  The next part was somewhat trickier.  I had pre-armed myself with as much knowledge about the Dutch train system as possible, and had read plenty of warnings on the internet about the complexities of the Dutch train ticket machines.  Encouraged by the the quick flight, I was ready for the challenge.  After collecting my suitcase from the baggage collection point (going to fetish events always necessitates using hold luggage!)  I made my way over to the train area at Schipol.  Most of the ticket machines had long queues snaking in front of them, but I found a machine with only one woman stood using it.

I waited whilst she tried to coax a ticket from the surly ticket machine.  I waited whilst she fumbled around with the machine, pressing button after button, before cancelling everything and starting the process again from scratch.  The lady cursed, then tried again.  I waited.  She cursed again, dug in her handbag, found another credit card, and tried again.  I waited.  She cursed again, and re-tried her first card along with her railcard.  I waited.  She cursed again.  Then cursed again before bravely attempting the machine again.  I was slowly drifting into a transcendental haze when I heard her cursing again.  She turned to me and snapped something in Dutch.  "Pardon?" I asked, knowing my Dutch knowledge was, er, slightly limited.  "Bloody machine, good luck if you want to try it" she replied, walking off, ticketless.

I looked at the machine.  It looked balefully back, challenging.  "I've beaten better than you, and I'm only just warming up," it seemed to say.  I looked at the screen.  It looked like a MENSA puzzle.  It taunted me with my ignorance.  I pressed a button for the English language screen, and a million options popped up.  I looked at it.  Some people behind me in the queue waited.  There seemed to be options for the most complex journeys possible (travel on Tuesday at 17.57 to Rotterdam via Stockholm, Cairo and Margate, whilst wearing brown socks..., but not available if you want a return journey and have hair parted on the left... unless you are a student and are booking before 10.00am - otherwise choose another option...).  I looked a bit more at the screen, hoping for an option that said 'Dominatrix Fetish Party'.  The people behind me in the queue waited a bit more.  I gave up without trying and decided to join the queues of other machine-beaten people where I could get a ticket from a real person.  I could feel the machine chuckling as I slinked off, leaving it sitting awaiting it's next victim.  The real person was incredibly helpful, thankfully, finding me the right ticket and destination, but also printing out a list of instructions where I needed to change trains and on what platforms.

The party itself was in the town of Uitgeest - pronounced Owtrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeest, or something similar - the Dutch like their vowels, I think, and never miss an opportunity to slip some extra ones in there whenever they can.  I think they must buy them from the Russians, who don't seem to use vowels at all, so probably have a few to spare.  I had a nervous train-change at Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam (or Zandam, to me) to look forward to, but for now I was in the right place at the right time, thanks to my lovely train ticket chap.  Uitgeest was now but two train journeys away.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather lady, Schipol Airport.
The train journey across the flat Dutch countryside was uneventful, with not a lot to look at.  Living in Manchester, I thought I'd seen the dullest weather ever in the world, but Manchester was soundly beaten by the despondent Dutch fog....

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - grey, grey, and more grey...
That photo is more colourful than I remember it, and the funereal air of the weather outside was at least matched by my outfit, but at least I felt warm and, in anticipation of the forth-coming party, a bit fetishy, too.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather lady.

Zaandam arrived, and I disembarked, finding my next train to Owtrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeest straight away - the difficulties in actually buying a train ticket are clearly balanced by the ease of the system once you are on it, and I was soon being whisked away across more dull flat-lands to my destination.

I couldn't fail to get off at this stop, as it was the last on the line.  The train halted, the last remaining passengers disembarked and I found myself on a station platform with a small adjacent car park... and nothing else.  The hotel that everyone was going to that was attending the party was too far to walk, but a taxi rank in the car park at least made things easier.

Or would have done, if there was a taxi there.  There wasn't.  Nevertheless, I went over and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Fifteen minutes passed with no sign of any taxis.  Over on the train station platform I saw a couple of gentlemen in train-operator uniforms.  I wandered over to enquire about getting a taxi, and I was assured that I had been waiting at the correct place.  I went back to the taxi rank and waited a bit more.  Ten more minutes passed.  A few cars arrived to either drop off train passengers or collect them, and there was a steady and quite busy stream of traffic on the nearby main road - but no taxis.

Away across the main road, on the other side of a road junction, I saw a petrol station.  With a heavy drizzle now descending from the grey cloud above and the temperature dropping I decided it was time to move.  Picking up my suitcase and bag, I made my way through the underpass to the other side of the main road, and then over to the petrol station.  I was expecting to find something like a UK petrol station, comprising shop, toilets and even maybe somewhere to get a hot drink.  It wasn't like that at all.  Two petrol pumps, and a busy garage with cars being worked on - and nothing else.

I was a bit stuck.  I had no real idea where the hotel was, other than it was a bit too far to walk.  I  must have looked like a bit of a sorry waif as a gentleman walking to the garage with his dog stopped to enquire if I was OK.  "I've been waiting for a taxi at the train station," I explained, "but nothing has turned up.  I was hoping to see if I could get one here."  He smiled.  "Come in, let's see what we can do for you."

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - awaiting my taxi.
I followed him in to the garage, and he marched over to the grimy reception desk where another chap in oily overalls waited.  He spoke in quick Dutch to the mechanic, who, following a short conversation, picked up the telephone and chatted away in Dutch for a few minutes.  I waited again, trying to not hope too much for a positive outcome.  Through my Samaritan translator, the mechanic asked where I needed to go.  I showed them the name of the hotel, and they both smiled at each other.  The mechanic resumed his telephone conversation, before the handset was banged down and another short Dutch conversation followed between the mechanic and my Samaritan.  They both looked at me and smiled again.  My Samaritan chap said "There is a taxi coming for you now - maybe five or ten minutes wait, that is all.  Is that OK?"  I nearly wept with relief.

He suggested I wait outside, so I said my 'thank you' to the mechanic and stepped back outside with my good Samaritan.  He wished me luck before starting to head off with his pooch in tow.  "Excuse me, " I said, seeing him heading away from the garage, "don't you work here?"  "No, you just looked a bit lost, so thought I could help."  He waved goodbye, and I was left a little in awe at the friendliness and lovely attitude of the people I had met so far in the country.

I didn't have long to wait before a rather smart black Mercedes-Benz arrived to collect me.  Once I was in the warm and cossetting interior the taxi driver checked where I was going.  I showed him the address, and he smiled like the mechanic and Samaritan had smiled - "Ah, you are going to the party?" he said.  Obviously everyone in the small town knew about the party weekend and what sort of guests would be heading to the hotel!  I asked him why the taxi rank was so quiet.  "No taxi there on weekday - weekends only," he replied.  Well, I suppose that explained the lack of taxi-like transportation, then.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hotel Akersloot, Uitgeest.
A few minutes later we had arrived at Hotel Akersloot.  It was still only midday, even though I felt like I'd been travelling for a whole week, so it was too early to check in.  The hotel's main lounge bar was open, with log fires burning heartily away and a nice selection of whisky to help keep the gloom away.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather lady, er, lounging..
With a warming mint tea and Johnny Walker Platinum Label whisky to see me through to check-in time, I was now finally relaxing.  With friends arriving from Brighton, London and Leicestershire I contemplated how well they would manage the trip.  I looked around at the hotel patrons - they were largely very old and clearly not attending the weekend parties.  It would be an interesting mixture once the party-people arrived en masse.

I finally got into my fantastic room and with a night out to The Showboat for Mistress Manita's BDSM party ahead, I had a mid-afternoon kip before getting ready.  It was around 6.00pm when the first of the friends turned up from Leicester, and we had a welcome drink together in the hotel room.

I had chosen to wear one of my Cathouse Clothing outfits, comprising of latex leggings and a low-cut jacket.  With high-heels on, I was ready to party.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
The organisers had arranged a shuttle bus to take guests to the event, and with tickets for the bus and the party in hand we headed down stairs to the bar, to hopefully meet up with other party-goers.  The hotel corridors were busy with people in various stages of being dressed for the night ahead - some already in latex, some half-way through getting ready, and some running from room to room with just a towel covering themselves.  Being conscious of other people's privacy meant it was quite difficult to get a photo without anyone else in it!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
We followed a stunning six-foot tall red-headed Amazonian down the corridor to the lifts, and I couldn't help but admire her figure in a tiny latex leotard, with sky-scraper heels to complete to look.

Down in the bar we availed ourselves of some alcohol, and were soon joined by C, a submissive German chap that I'd chatted to briefly in Essen earlier in the year.  He, too, had tickets for Mistress Manita's party, which was a bit of a relief as my Leicester friends were having a quiet night in the hotel which meant I'd have been travelling to The Showboat by myself.

At 10.00pm we said good night to our companions and left them in the bar while we caught the next shuttle bus.  It stopped a few minutes later at a nightclub that most definitely wasn't The Showboat.  I asked the driver what party he'd brought us to.  "Dominatrix Party," he replied, confused.  I dug out my Showboat ticket and showed him.  "Oh, that's a different Party - this is Models and Makers Party.  Showboat is a long way from here," he said, "but the shuttle bus doesn't go there."  C was equally puzzled.  "But on the website it says shuttle-bus," he said, standing firm, "and this is shuttle-bus.  We go to Showboat."  "I can take you, no problem," replied the driver, affably, "but it will cost €35 each way."  "But we haf tickets for shuttle-bus, and there is shuttle-bus to Showboat, so it cost nothing extra," he answered, his German logic kicking in.  "Yah, yah, but not this bus," counteracted the driver, calmly.  I could see this developing into 'a bit of a situation', so asked the driver to take us back to the hotel where we could sort it out with the organisers.

Back at the hotel the shuttle bus organisers were equally baffled.  "Yes, you can go to Showboat on shuttle-bus, but it will cost extra.."  "Nein, we have tickets for shuttle-bus..." began C again, not giving ground.  German logic against Dutch laissez-faire.  The Dutch won - they simply didn't budge from their smiling and jovial offer of transportation at extra cost, and with no other options we were checkmated.

I suggested to C that we retired to the bar to discuss our next move and see if we could find anyone else to share the costs with.  "I thought it might get a bit confrontational there for a moment," I said, as we settled down for more drinks in the bar.  "But it makes no sense," he answered, still sounding annoyed, "they have shuttle bus, we haf the tickets for the bus, they should take us..."  "Yes," I agreed, "but without paying another €70 for the return trip they won't take us."  I was already mentally juggling the costs in my head as it was €70 in extra costs between us that I wasn't expecting, but C made up my mind for me.  "I'm not going to go - I will stay here and drink beer, for €70 I can get a lot of beer" he said, oblivious to the looks he was getting from the elderly hotel patrons in his latex bodysuit, only slightly covered by his short coat.  

I decided that €70 for my own taxi was out of reach, and decided to stay in the bar with C, who was now looking a little more relaxed.  C complained a little at the poor organisation of the Dutch.  "But they did offer to help," I suggested, "even if it did mean more money..."  "Yah, but if it is organised correctly, there is no need for extra costs.." he answered, smiling.  I laughed and called him a bad man for being stubborn.  "Yah," he said, a twinkle in his eye, "very bad man.  Maybe I should be... punished," he laughed.

So, my first night at the Dominatrix weekend was spent, not at Mistress Manita's Showboat party that I'd bought tickets for, but in the hotel room of a lovely German chap who I spanked and whipped before sitting on his face, slapping and wanking his hard cock until he spunked over my hands and over his shiny latex, and I had my own latex-clad orgasm, grinding my hips into his face as I came.  Lovely.

I was still up early enough for the massive buffet breakfast provided by the hotel - if I was a little let down by missing the Showboat party due to Dutch organisation, I couldn't criticise the hotel - it was brilliantly run, had fantastic and helpful staff and was a wonderful place to chat and relax.


Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
I decided my red leather-look jeans would be suitably fetishy but still daytime-acceptable, and once in the breakfast bar admired many other daytime fetish outfits.  Skin-tight shiny leggings abounded, clinging to the thighs of sexy girls, and leather jeans seemed to be the choice of many of the men.  Some clearly were struggling to get fully prepared for the morning, and appeared in the breakfast bar still in pyjamas and bathrobes.

 Saturday daytime was spent greeting friends who had finally arrived from the UK, and I bumped into C again, and had a long, late lunch together.  I did briefly wander outside the hotel, to be confronted with a much brighter day than Friday...


Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - er, a bit less grey... I think...
... but it wasn't warm enough to tempt me too far from the warmer lounge bar...


Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hotel Akersloot, Uitgeest.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hotel Akersloot, Uitgeest.
Despite the offer of rejoining C in his hotel room, I decided that if  wanted to stay the course of the long night ahead then I needed a bit of rest - alone.

I was up and ready in plenty of time though by early evening, and decided to wear my latex dress that I'd bought in Essen earlier in the year from Brigitte More.  Latex-clad, high heeled and polished up, I met up with friends in the lounge bar to catch the shuttle bus - this time hopefully to the correct event.  This time all went perfectly - the bus dropping us a few minutes afterwards at the club we'd mistakenly been taken to the night before.  The first person I met on entering the club was Brigitte More, who recognised me and the dress she'd sold to me straight away!  We had a catch-up before duties caller her away, and I carried on into the darker recesses of the club.  It was quite busy inside, despite the early hour, but I took time to explore a little.

Upstairs, a small room had an elaborate mixing desk set up.  I got chatting to the main DJ, who would later be playing industrial dance music in the room.  He was kind enough to take a little snapshot while I tried out his rather superb neon headphones.


Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
The DJ showed me around upstairs, as it wasn't officially open at that point (I hadn't known when I strolled up the stairs).  There was a quiet playroom nearby, and another opportunity for a quick photo before it got busier later on.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
After seeing the playroom, the DJ told me he had to get ready for the night, so I said my goodbyes, promising to listen to his set later in the night.  In the main room there was a fashion show on the stage, and I took the chance to watch from my illegal and elevated position on the stairs.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
Once the show was over the music kicked in, and I rejoined the main throng in the hall, bumping into Brighton friends in the process.  We joined the fetish crowd on the dance-floor, the heady scents of clean sweat, latex, leather and assorted perfumes mingling to a form a quite sexual bouquet.  A stunning blonde middle-aged lady in a latex leotard began dancing with me, and we were soon stroking each other.  I could feel her soft breasts through the thin latex of her outfit, and she quickly moved in and we locked lips in a hungry kiss.  We danced together a little more before the moving crowd, like a living tide, swept us in different directions.  

I rejoined friends for a time, before venturing into more hidden rooms.  One area of the club was laid out like a small, dark maze, in which smaller, darker rooms lay behind discreet curtains.  In one shadowed room I caught a vague image of a man laid back on a sling whilst a dark-haired woman sucked his cock.  In another, a few bodies inter-twined, their sweat-sheened bodies catching the small light and making erotic shadow-play of the scenario.  

I left the area and headed upstairs.  The small dance room was full of bodies moving to the hardcore dance music, and although I could see the DJ I had spoken to earlier on the decks it was just too crowded to stay long in the hot room.  Over in the dungeon play area all the equipment was being used... and some party-goers were making their own play area.  One leather-clad man was completing his Japanese rope bondage on his clearly willing female victim, the soft ropes pulled tight between her legs, spreading her bulging cunt.  Of course, in the interests of the blog I stayed a little while and observed.  Japanese rope bondage can be, well, a little boring, but I have to admit I did quite enjoy the eroticism of watching the tightening ropes pushing the girl's vulva out more and more.  I would have loved to have stroked her naked and shaved pussy, but it was clearly a two-person scene at that point.  I thought it best to leave them to it otherwise I don't think I could have stopped my wandering fingers from joining in.

I found a spot on the stairs to watch the sexy, heaving crowd move in time to the relentless music.  It was a great place to be - I had many compliments on my dress, and met lots of lovely people from all over northern Europe.  I especially noticed a huge number of very stunning and sexy older ladies, all clearly out for a good time.  


Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
At some point I wandered back upstairs, finding my Brighton friends drinking and observing the party below.  We chatted, as much as we could over the loud music, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned to find a young girl, completely naked except for a slave collar, standing there.  In broken English she told me she liked my dress - in turn I told her I liked her body.  She kissed me, and I could taste lots of alcohol on her breath, before running her hands up my dress to briefly caress my breast.  I was debating about the ethics of taking it further when her partner arrived, clearly trying, somewhat in vain, to control his runaway slave-girl.  She waved as he took her away, and I figured he was going to be in for a quite troublesome night from his naughty girl.

4.30am arrived and with the club emptying I decided it was time to make a move myself.  I found the shuttle-bus, and once again the short journey back to the hotel meant I was heading back to my room a few minutes later.  In the room next to mine there was clearly a party going on - I was sorely tempted to join them, but the invitation on the door also gave a warning - there was filming inside for social media.  I decided some discretion was required, so sadly left them to it.

I was determined to have a decent meal before heading home later that day so was up early, despite the late night, and headed downstairs for breakfast.   I was amazed to find the party still going on in the next room as I left my room.  In the breakfast lounge I bumped into the DJ from the industrial room, who hadn't even been to bed, like the people next-door to my room.  These guys knew how to party!  I was also amazed that many other party-goers had the same idea of not missing breakfast... although once again some were better dressed for a public brekkie than others. 

At midday I caught a taxi back to Uitgeest train station, thankful to be leaving the gorgeous hotel as it was now filling with Dutch families for a traditional Dutch Christmas get-together.  Back at the train station there was a short queue for the ticket machine.  My heart sank.  I waited.  An elderly Dutch couple struggled with the machine.  It was as uncooperative as those at Schipol airport.  I waited a bit more, with more people joining the queue behind me.  We all waited whilst the couple struggled again, until eventually a Dutch lady, stood in front of me, stepped in to help them.  They were soon on their way, train tickets in hand.  The Dutch lady spent just a minute or so at the machine before it acquiesced to her demands.  As she turned I tapped her on the shoulder.  "Can you help me with mine?" I enquired.  In no time I had my ticket to Schipol.  I collected my bags and ventured onto the station platform.  Across the tracks a train sat waiting, but I wasn't sure where it was going to.  I tried to make some sense of the train timetable, but, well, it all seemed like double-Dutch to me.  I heard frantic tapping behind me and turned to see the Dutch lady waving at me from inside the waiting train, and signalling that I needed to be on the same one.  Like the Berlin train charge from a couple of years ago, I hustled my bags down a flight of steps, through the trainline underpass, up the other side and just caught the train as it was departing.  The kind lady even came into the carriage to make sure I was OK and had caught it in time.

A fabulous and memorable weekend, with wonderful Dutch hospitality and friendliness.  It's been a long time since I last went to Netherlands, and this trip has certainly made me think my revisit was overdue.

It's full steam now until Christmas, and I've still got a few things to look forward to before the end of 2016.