Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Ich Bin Eine Berliner... Part Two

And so my Berlin adventure continues after the fun of the Kit Kat Club on Saturday night...

Sunday arrived with no change in the weather.  It was still bloody hot (36°C), especially by midday, when I finally rolled out of the hotel in search of breakfast and peppermint tea.  After replenishing at the nearby Ostbahnof Station's Starbucks, I headed back towards the hotel, taking a small detour to one of Berlin's most famous sites.  As well as being close to the fetish events, the hotel was also very close to the famous East Side Gallery - the longest remaining section of the hated Berlin Wall, now colourfully daubed with some great (and some not-so-great) graffiti.  Like Checkpoint Charlie, seeing this astonishing piece of history up close was simply mesmerising.  Unfortunately, the melting heat and flocking tourists made my stay short, but I promised a better look before I left the city.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Berlin

It was another early evening meal before preparing for the weekend's biggest night - the German Fetish Ball.  My outfit was to be the new red latex catsuit that I recently had made by Cathouse Clothing, and my red high heels.  We caught a minibus down to the event early, and arrived about half and hour after the event had actually started.  Situated next door to where the Fetish Fair had been held, the club and bar benefited from being right alongside the River Spree, allowing for a lovely cooling breeze to caress the outside seating area.  Inside there was a large room with acres of comfy seating (usefully covered in black vinyl and as big as double-beds), a smaller dance area and an upstairs mezzanine dungeon area that I quickly decided was far too hot to spend any serious length of time in.  It was the first time since arriving in the city that the whole group had managed to get together again, as the Fetish Fair had finished and packed up early that evening, so it was definitely party time. 

A large proportion of the early part of the night was taken up with a fashion show, which although great did rather get in the way of the party mood.  Nevertheless, once the fashion show finally ended, the party really did begin.  It was particularly nice, though, to be able to escape the noise and heat of the main room to the cool outside area.  

I managed to get speaking to a German couple that I'd seen at the Kit Kat Club the previous night.  She'd caught my eye in the way that some dusky maidens do, and was wearing a tight latex corset, fishnet tights and short ballerina-style tutu for the Ball.  Our chat moved on from small talk to more sexual and fetish-flavoured topics, and she told me that she was very interested in girls as well as men.  It was all the encouragement I needed.  We strolled over to one of the large seats in the main room and laid together on the soft black cushion, followed by her husband.  We chatted a little more, softly stroking each other before kissing, gently at first but soon more passionately, our tongues dancing together between our kissing lips.  I ran my hand up between her legs and felt her shiver with pleasure and anticipation.  I laid her back against the cushion, moved between her thighs and slid her panties down, passing them to her watching husband.  I slowly licked her engorged clit, before sliding my long fingers into her very wet pussy.  I finger-fucked her whilst her husband kissed and stroked her breasts, and soon I felt her muscles tightening around my probing fingers as she orgasmed.  

After she had cooled down she decided that she wanted to reciprocate the attentions I had given her.  I laid back and unzipped the crotch of my catsuit, baring my pussy to a small but watching crowd.  She pushed her fingers into me, expertly finding my G-Spot.  As she massaged my tight cunt I could feel waves of pleasure already building, spurred on by the sheer exhibitionism of the moment.  Suddenly my pussy was clenching hard as I came, and I gripped her hand and together we fucked my orgasming cunt until the last swells has dissipated.  Both aching and satisfied we kissed before heading off to the bar in search of a cool drink.  

We stood by the bar with our drinks and chatted a little more, and it transpired that, as a couple, they wanted to experiment a little more with the boundaries of their relationship.  They'd spoken before the weekend about her husband playing with another girl for the first time, and she asked me if I fancied him (I did).  Would I like to play with him, too?  Well, why not?  We went back to the scene of our little sex-show (and I was pleased to see our display had kick-started a few sexual scenarios now beginning on nearby seats!) and this time it was her husband's turn to lay back on the sofa which gave me the opportunity to unzip his latex trousers and take out his erect cock.  As they kissed, I began to stroke his lubricating erection, before slipping on a very thin condom and lowering my lips to the head of his cock.  With another watching crowd quickly gathering I sucked his cock, deep-throating him until the tip of his erection pushed against the back of my throat.  

I sucked him and played gently with his full balls for some time, before I sensed his body rhythm changing and I knew he wasn't far from coming.  I removed the condom and began to wank him whilst still stroking his balls, and it wasn't long before, even with the loud music playing, I heard him gasp.  Suddenly I felt his come shooting over my hands, and I eased the stroking and pressure as his thick sperm slowed to a thick wave over my fingers.  This had certainly turned out to be a more adventurous night than the Kit Kat Club!

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - German Fetish Ball, 4.00am

It wasn't until 4.30am that I decided it was time to head back to the hotel, just in time for the rain to arrive in Berlin for the first time since I'd arrived.  What would have been a nice change in temperature on a normal day wasn't so welcome when you are dressed in thin latex and a sheen of cooling perspiration.  It suddenly became quite chilly, not helped by the fact I was getting tired.  Although it was only a short walk back to the hotel, it was great to see a line of over 10 taxis all patiently waiting in line for customers - not something you'll find in Manchester city centre!  We arrived back at the hotel courtesy of a wafting and soothing Mercedes-Benz, and I was looking forward to my bed when I realised that one of the things that I really wanted to do was to have a photo taken of me in my catsuit against the colourful Berlin Wall.  Bugger!

I grabbed one of the group, handed him my little camera, and we headed off into the lightening morning towards the Wall.  Thankfully it was quiet and the rain had slowed when we reached the first section, though I could see groups of people further down the Wall, even at this hour.  We stepped round onto the what would have been the side of the Wall facing the Western sector and snapped a few photos - one of which will be a Picture Of The Week later, but for now here's a taster!

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Berlin Wall, 4.45am

With dark clouds promising another heavy downpour we scuttled back to the shelter of the hotel as raindrops began to fall again, and, after peeling off the catsuit I collapsed into bed.  What a fantastic night!

The following day our group gathered in the lobby, deciding what to do for the day.  With a few hangovers and tiredness to nurse, some decided to head back to bed or have a drink in the hotel.  I decided that I wanted to have a look at one of Berlin's biggest vintage/retro stores, over on the east side of the city.  With another girl happy to keep me company we headed off to Ostbahnof station.  One look at the train map told us we'd have to make a few changes to get to our destination station of Frankfurter Tor.  Sod that... we grabbed a taxi instead, not trusting our navigational skills, severely depleted by tiredness due to last night's adventures.

The taxi dropped us over the road from the Frankfurter Tor station on the imposing and grand Karl Marx Allee, with it's stunning German Democratic Republic buildings towering the wide concourse.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Karl Marx Allee, Berlin

The taxi pulled away and we crossed the wide expanse of road, seeing our destination, Humana, directly opposite.  It was now midday, and our trusty guide told us that the store would be open at 10.00am on a Monday morning.  It wasn't.  Bollocks.  One look around told us that, although it was an awe-inspiring area, there really wasn't much else here, and apart from the traffic heading down Karl Marx Allee, it was strangely deserted.

We headed back onto the Allee, deciding that our only escape was another taxi.  Looking down the Allee itself was a bit eye-opening.  The thoroughfare, renamed Stalinallee in the early days of Soviet control, was significantly widened during the Soviet-run era, with buildings designed to mirror the imposing structures of Moscow.  It certainly looked wide enough to run an army of tanks down, anyway!

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Karl Marx Allee, Berlin

Luckily for us, it wasn't a Russian tank but (another) Mercedes-Benz taxi that arrived, to lunch, at Cafe V on Lausitzer Platz, nearby to where the fetish events had been held.  Cafe V (as in five, not the letter, apparently) is a small vegetarian restaurant in the lovely Kreuzberg district - the cafe and the area a little worn at the edges, a little 'shabby-chic' but bursting with character.  I have to say it's the perfect pick-me-up after the weekend's activities, although a word of warning - if you do visit this fantastic little place, be warned that the starter courses are as big as main courses!

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Cafe V

Suitably filled, we strolled back through Kreuzberg's tree-lined streets towards the hotel, before finding a curved strip of grass, with a few bits of children's play-park equipment on it.  This was, in fact, part of where the old Wall ran, the grassed area sitting on what was perhaps once part of the infamous 'death-strip' between the original barriers.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Kreuzberg, Berlin

The rest of Monday evening was spent pre-packing, ready for the flight the following evening.  It was definitely a bit depressing to be putting away all the fetish clothing ready for the return to the UK.  However, there was still most of a day to go before we needed to head to the airport.  With this in mind, we decided to get up extra early and finally see the Berlin Wall.

At 7.00am it was thankfully quiet, giving a real opportunity to see the Berlin Wall at it's best.  It was a lovely stroll down the whole section, and a great chance to see some of the more famous pieces - especially the Trabant and the Brezhnev/Honecker kiss.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - the Berlin Wall

Before long the crowds began to arrive, though, so it was decided that it was time to head off towards the Martin-Gropius-Bau for the David Bowie Exhibition.  This involved yet another taxi, and as soon as we gave the address of where we wanted to go the driver kindly put a Bowie CD into the car's CD player, so we had appropriate music as we headed across the city.  We arrived at the exhibition at 10.20am, just ten minutes before it actually opened for the day.  Already there were queues building up.

It was a brilliant exhibition, including original outfits from as far back as Bowie's Ziggy Stardust days, and lots of handwritten lyrics and notes, video clips and interviews, highlighting his influences and, in turn, just how much Bowie himself has influenced.  I managed to snap one photo before I realised that the use cameras was not allowed in the exhibition.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - David Bowie exhibition, Berlin

Especially poignant were the displays from Bowie's Berlin days in the mid to late 1970's, including original handwritten lyrics for Heroes and other songs from that time.  Although this exhibition has already been to the UK, it was great and, perhaps better, to see it in Berlin.

With tiredness setting in, we decided to rest our aching feet and took a tour-bus for a few hours, which took us around the sights of the old Berlin Wall and GDR era, before disembarking all the way back at Ostbahnof station, just in time to pick up our cases from the hotel before heading back to the airport.

By 9.00pm we were embarking on our plane home, and it was certainly sad to be leaving the astonishing city and people of Berlin behind.  There was, importantly, one last thing to do -  promise to return next year.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Brandenburg Gate, Berlin

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Ich Bin Eine Berliner... Part One

"I can remember standing by the Wall,
And the guns shot above our heads,
And we kissed as though nothing could fall,
And the shame was on the other side,
Oh we can beat them for ever and ever,
Then we could be Heroes just for one day..."
David Bowie - "Heroes"

There are many great songs written about the great cities of the world, but David Bowie's anthemic, rousing and bitter-sweet Heroes, written during his time in Berlin, surely stands head and shoulders above them all.  The song, which sees a failing, acrimonious relationship mirrored in the fractured, dissolute and desperate state of the city of the late 1970's, remains forever hopeful of better times, and this weekend I was finally going to see if those 'better times' had come to the German capital.  And indeed more of the inimitable Mr. Bowie later...  In fact, I'm going to have to split this blog into two parts, just to make sure I fit everything in...!

Yes, there are some tremendous fetish events around the globe, including a fair few in Germany (Essen and Munich), but the chance to visit the iconic city of Berlin, with a full weekend of fetish partying at the German Fetish Weekend, could not be turned down.  I couldn't wait.

It was an early evening flight from Liverpool's John Lennon Airport to Berlin - and it was a promising start to the weekend when all of the group that I was travelling with managed to turn up on time with no last-minute car mishaps or anyone getting lost.  Unfortunately the lateness of the flight meant it was going to be an even later arrival in Germany (one hour ahead of British summertime), but that couldn't be helped, as it was the only flight of the day between the cities, via (cough) easyjet.  Yes, I know it's not exactly a glamorous start to a trip, but there were more important things to be spending money on...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - sleasyjet

 It was past 10.00pm when we arrived at Schönefeld, and, as one of the group had been to the event previously, we were confident when she took us on the short walk to the nearby train station to find our connecting airport-express train to the city centre.  It was here that things went a little awry.  She took us to one the platforms, informing us that "this is where the trains always run from".  One of the group mentioned that, occasionally, trains can change platforms, but this was met with silence.  Across the station, trains were visible pulling in and out of the quietening station... and the minutes ticked by.  Nerves began to settle in, and our 'guide' started to be less sure herself as we passed the 30-minutes of waiting time.  We suddenly realised that if we missed the last express it was going to be an expensive taxi-ride (two cars for all of us) into the city.  "I'm sure that train over there says 'Airport Express'," commented one of the group, looking over the station to where a train had just arrived.  As no-one wanted to embarrass themselves over their lack of the German language I took the initiative to ask a couple of nearby German station cleaners about the airport express.  Yes, they pointed to the train across the station.  It was a shambolic, noisy run (with lots of 'shit', 'fucking hell' and 'bastard suitcases' shouts) down two flights of stairs and up two more, reminiscent of the old 'It's A Knockout' TV show by the whole entourage, no doubt with 'here we go again' comments from the German cleaners.

Thankfully, we caught the train (at the last second, literally - German trains are clearly more efficient than our British ones) and within half an hour we were departing the train at Ostbahnof Station for the short walk to our hotel.  First day done.

Friday dawned very bright, and by 8.00am, it was already very hot.  Some of the group were working at the fetish fair on the Saturday, so disappeared early to start setting up their stalls - the rest of us decided a walk into Berlin (one of the group insistent that they didn't want a taxi or underground train), so in the already baking heat we set off.  Berlin offered it's charming side at that time of the day.  With bright blue clear skies above, it was a lovely stroll over the eastern side of the city centre, with plenty to see of the lovely old part of the city.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Berlin

The walk took us down towards the grandeur of the Brandenburg Gate, already filling with tourists, and the nearby Reichstag - the queues already looking rather imposing, which was a shame as the glass dome looked to offer fabulous views over the city.  Maybe next time... or Vielleicht Das Nächste Mal, as they say in German...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Reichstag, Berlin

We then strolled down Friedrichstasse, passing designer shops and boutiques on the way, before arriving at another of Berlin's iconic points - Checkpoint Charlie.  This was the crossing point between the American side and the communist side in the bitter cold-war era, and it was fascinating to see old photographs of the infamous stand-off between the American and Russian armies and tanks which occurred here in 1961 and read through the large information panels on display.  It was truly amazing to be standing at such a place (touristy as though it is now), and it wasn't to be last time on this visit that I felt the dark but captivating weight of recent history bearing down on me.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Checkpoint Charlie, Berlin

With midday now upon us, it was a unanimous decision to find a nearby bar for 'refreshments'.  The relentless heat (32°C) sapped the desire for food, but the idea of cool water and sitting down to rest tired feet was welcome.  Walking down nearby Charlottenstrasse we found a lovely stylish bar with big, comfortable outdoor seating.  I strolled inside to find a drink menu and found myself faced with this...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Newton Bar, Berlin

Unbeknown to me, we had wandered into the Newton Bar, named after one of my all-time favourite photographers, Helmut Newton.  The Newton Bar was on my list of things to see, but never thought I'd fit it in the busy itinerary.  I was in Heaven, especially when I saw the extensive cocktail menu (complete with more gorgeous nude ladies).  We whiled away the afternoon slowly getting inebriated in the fantastic bar - one of the few regrets from the whole stay in Berlin was that I didn't pick up one of the bar's T-shirts.  Vielleicht Das Nächste Mal, again... as I will be returning.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Newton Bar, Berlin

With superb cocktails, wonderful German beer, Newton's nudes and view that took in the glorious Gendarmenmarkt it was pretty much perfect.  That pretty much summed up the rest of Friday, and it was an unusual early night as the weekend was fast approaching.

Saturday dawned as bright and hot as the previous day, and I took the opportunity of an early stroll to see another important part of Berlin.  We'd chosen our hotel for it's proximity to both the fetish evening events and the fetish fair, which was close enough to have an early morning walk to, even in my high-heeled sandals.  

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - River Spree, Berlin

The Fetish Fair was held in a gorgeously run-down building on the south bank of the River Spree, and a walk around the Fair showed plenty of truly amazing outfits - I was especially pleased to find the London-based shoe manufacturers Fabulously Fetish there...  With most of their products made-to-order I wasn't able to come away with any of their tremendous high-heels, but fell in love with the thigh boots and knee-length Ring-Master boots.  I sneaked a photo as the Fair wasn't the sort of place that encouraged photographs, unfortunately...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - German Fetish Fair, Berlin

I stayed for a couple of hours, and could easily have run up a credit card bill for a couple of thousand pounds, but resisted temptation.  Vielleicht Das Nächste Mal....

After an early evening meal, it was time to get ready for the first of the weekend's club nights - it would be hard to visit Berlin and not attend the infamous Kit Kat Club - a five minute taxi ride from the hotel.  I chose my girdle, bolero top and stockings - all in smoky transparent latex, and high-heeled sandals.  

Again, a no-photography rule was in force, but a sneaky photo before the crowds arrived proved blurry but, rather... artistic... it did seem to be the only rule, as anything and everything else was allowed.  Heaven, indeed.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Kit Kat Club, Berlin

It was a rather debauched night, and I witnessed lots of cock-sucking, pussy-licking and fucking, all carried out against the backdrop of sweating, gyrating bodies moving to the thumping drive of German techno music.  There were so many outstanding outfits there, and so many simply gorgeous girls too, that sometimes I didn't quite know where to look next.  Well, I did know where to look, actually - usually at latex-encased breasts, long legs wrapped in skin-tight shiny rubber and sexy arses (men and women!) Astonishingly, I behaved myself, and was rather disappointed to do so.  I had a quick fumble with a very nice German chap who spoke little English, but as soon as we moved to one of the beds (there are a few provided!) with the intention of joining the sexual throng a few male masturbators appeared and got in very close proximity, slightly putting us off carrying our explorations any further.  Oh well.... Vielleicht Das Nächste Mal. 

Nevertheless, it was 3.30am when I decided it was time to head back to the hotel, knowing that the Sunday was also going to be another late night.  It at least provided a better opportunity for a photo of my outfit...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Kit Kat Club, Berlin

Part Two of this fantastic weekend to follow... including my escapades at the German Fetish Ball, more of the Berlin Wall and more of Mr. Bowie...

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Into The Red...

Just a quick update this week...

Firstly, Saturday saw me heading over the Pennines to Cathouse Clothing to collect my new red latex catsuit.  I have some specific events this year that I wanted a red catsuit for, but wanted a special design... ie. one that gave me a fantastic cleavage.  With the help of the talented people at Cathouse Clothing the idea was turned into an actual item, and I couldn't wait to try on the finished article once I'd got the call to say it was ready.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort

I have to say I was totally overwhelmed by how well Cathouse Clothing had turned my ideas into something better than I could have imagined.  Even unpolished and a bit dusty from all the talcum powder, the catsuit still looked fantastic and fitted like the proverbial second-skin.  How did the cleavage work out?  Bloody lovely...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort

I can't wait to polish up and give it it's first outing!

Secondly, due to other commitments, I won't be available to answer my mobile from Friday 6th June through to Tuesday 10th June.  Also, as a result of this, this weeks Picture Of The Week will remain up for the next couple of weeks... but I'm more than sure I'll have a few things to blog about next time to make up for it!!!