Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Torture Garden - 25th Anniversary

On Friday afternoon I found myself once more on the Virgin train heading south to London - for a special 25th anniversary.  Two and a half hours later I disembarked onto a busy platform at Euston Station, grabbed a taxi and headed for my hotel, south of the Thames.

As much as I'm a Northern Lass at heart, I still love the old city of London - just passing through the streets in the black cab I enjoyed the sights and sounds of the great thriving metropolis.  As Samuel Johnson famously said, "he who is tired of London is tired of life" - and I'm certainly not tired of either yet.  My cab driver, a lovely cheerful Cockney chap asked me if I was down for the weekend.  "Only until Sunday," I replied.  "Oh," he answered, "I thought you might be down for the marathon."  "Marathon," I queried.  ""Yeah, you know, the London Marathon - on this weekend," he laughed.

Bollocks - no wonder my hotel was bloody expensive for the two nights!  "Hmm," I said to my cheeky Cockney cabbie, "to me a Marathon is still something you eat.  Anyway," I added, "I could run 26 miles, but only for a Christian Louboutin sale."  I did have plans for some exercise, but if I was lucky it wouldn't be the type to hit daytime TV.

There was quite a queue to check-in, with lots of running types with colossal amounts of luggage - not something I really understood.  I mean, all you need to run in is a skimpy top or t-shirt, shorts and training shoes, surely?  Anyway, I was finally ensconced in my room and relaxed for the evening, with only a brief venture out for a snack at a nearby cafĂ©.

Saturday dawned, and I promised to take it easy in order to conserve energy for the forth-coming night.  Nevertheless, I still managed to make a trip to Covent Garden for a bit of a look around.  Sadly, I found, as is usual, more and more of the 'usual' suspects - Starbucks, High Street shopping chains, restaurant chains... I was especially sad to see one of my favourite eating places, Food For Thought, had also disappeared from it's old place on Neal Street.

I returned to my hotel later that afternoon a little sad at the changes, but still energised by my stroll through the city.  I treated myself to a late lunch from Planet Organic and had a bit of a late afternoon kip before getting ready for the Big Night.

The Big Night, on this occasion, was Torture Garden, the seminal London fetish club, celebrating its 25th birthday on the Saturday night at The Coronet Theatre close to The Elephant & Castle.  After my last visit in October for the Halloween Ball, I promised myself an early start to the night, just in case once again it became simply too busy to be fun later on.

I wriggled into my latest latex purchase, my lovely dress from Brigitte More, slipped on my high-heeled sandals and waited for friends to arrive in order to share taxi costs.  By 9.15pm we were heading out of the hotel to find a passing black cab.  I got a few looks from the gathered crowd in the hotel lobby.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Torture Gaarden, London.
We stepped out into the damp night air and strolled down the street, keeping our eyes peeled for the welcoming yellow glow of an available taxi coming through the night.  I became a little more conscious of interested looks from passing cars and pedestrians.  I could hear a couple of the group behind my making a few lewd remarks and suddenly caught sight of myself in a shop window.  "Oh," I thought, "I look a little like a 'lady of the night'."  Then I realised, "Oh... I am."

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Torture Gaarden, London.
No wonder I was getting a few looks.

Eventually a taxi arrived and we were dropped off outside the already busy Coronet Theatre.  A brief check through security was not as bad as it could have been - I mean, metal detectors at a fetish club?  Everyone got stopped, either for clothing, boots or piercings!  The club was still only a third full, but it was a promising start to the night.  I was really pleased to have lots of lovely comments from strangers about my dress, and even more pleased to see friends from last German fetish weekend in Essen.

I took the opportunity to have an early wander through the club, taking a chance on getting some photos in one of the playrooms - one is on my website as this week's Picture Of The Week, of course.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Torture Gaarden, London.
Pretty soon the club began to fill up, but I took advantage of the space on the dancefloor to lose myself in the thumping sexual dance music.  I didn't realise, but it was nearly 2 hours later that I went in search of friends and have a well-earned drink.  I found the group in the smaller upstairs bar, and had just ordered a drink when the unmistakable sounds of 'The Jean Genie' hammered out of the nearby speakers.  I was back on the dancefloor with one of the girls, paying our homage to the great David Bowie.  As soon as the music faded, the smooth tones of Cream by the recently departed Prince rolled across the dancefloor, and it was time to keep dancing.  I promised myself that drink straight after the song, but no sooner had it finished than a dance version of Bowie's great 'Let's Dance' pounded from the sound system - that was another few minutes on the dancefloor.

I became aware of someone dancing pretty close at that point - A, a lovely gent that I'd met at a club the previous year.  After the music had finally switched to something I didn't want to dance to, we had a drink together and a catch-up.  I found out that he was in a relationship with a new girl who, although working that night, had given him freedom for the event with only one rule - he was not allowed to 'come' until he got home. "Hmm", I thought, "..that makes it interesting."  I asked the handsome chap if he fancied a wander around the club to see what was happening, to which he duly agreed.

Downstairs in the playrooms there was a little bit of SM play, but the assembled crowds meant that we couldn't get too close.  It was, however, close enough for me to feel something very hard through his think latex shorts.  I realised we were next to the Couples Room, and asked if he wanted to check it out.  He wasted no time in agreeing, and we joined the short queue for the room.  Before entering the room, the Door Bitch requested that A and I kissed to prove we were a couple.  I certainly didn't mind, and judging by the eagerness that A slid his long pierced tongue down my throat, he didn't either.

Upstairs in the Couples Room the dim lighting was just enough to give shape to the copulating couples, but all around sighs and moans escaped wet lips, and the slap of male hips pounding into willing female flesh punctuated the soft sounds with a staccato beat.  My eyes slowly became used to the low light, and I could see more clearly the sexy sights around us - on a circular bed four ladies were being impaled on their lovers cocks. On benches around the walls of the room men sat whilst their women sucked their hard cocks.  In one corner two women were finger-fucking each other whilst their partners stroked them.

Seeing a little room left on the circular bed I laid back, peeling my tight latex dress up over my thighs.  I spread my legs and A dropped to his knees and began to lick softly at my cunt.  Laying next to me was a lovely blonde girl, deep in the throes of passion as her black lover fucked her solidly with a heavy rhythm.  As much as I was enjoying the oral administrations of A, I was also acutely aware that we didn't really have much room.  Spying that an old medical examination chair was available, I pulled A to his feet and I climbed into the leather seat, hitching my legs up wide into the stirrups of the chair.  A resumed his cunnilingus, his pierced tongue flicking delicately over my engorged clitoris.  As my pussy became wet and silken he slipped two fingers into me, stroking the insides of my cunt with a careful precision, all the time keeping up his lovely tongue work.  I felt my orgasm suddenly swelling and when it hit I heard my own moans join the others in the room in a choral cacophony of copulation.

A looked a little distressed at this point, and upon my asking what the issue was pulled down his tight latex shorts.  His thoughtful girl had made sure he behaved himself by locking his cock into a tiny cock-cage, against which his erection strained like Samson to break it's bonds.  No wonder I'd felt something hard against my arse in the SM rooms!  Thankfully, he saw the funny side and was no doubt in for a treat when he got home.  We left the Couples Room - me, very nicely satisfied, and A, very much looking forward to getting home.

The remainder of the night was spent chatting to fantastic people from all over the country, but by 3.00am my friends sought me out to ask if I was ready to head back to the hotels.  It was a great night, but tiredness was just beginning to creep up - no wonder, though, after five and a half hours of serious clubbing.

By 4.00am I was back in my bed, crashing out on my bed but still feeling the tender touch of A's tongue between my legs and the beat of The Jean Genie in my head.

Sunday dawned, and I was certainly grateful that I didn't have 26 miles to run.  By lunchtime I was back on the train heading home to Manchester Piccadilly Station, with more fabulous and fantastic fetish memories to keep me company on the way home.  "A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city" indeed.

Friday, 1 April 2016

Fetish Evolution in Essen

The Easter Bank Holiday was long-awaited for me, due to deciding last year to return to Germany, this time for the Fetish Evolution event held in Essen.  Having visited Berlin the two previous years for the superb German Fetish Ball weekend, I was excited to see what the Essen event was like.  Unlike the Berlin event, the Fetish Evolution is based mainly in one hotel, leaving lots of opportunity to socialise and generally dress-up the whole weekend, from breakfast until bed-time.

With the hotel and flights booked, it was an early morning taxi to Manchester airport for the Flybe flight to Dusseldorf on Friday morning.  The weekend didn't get off the the best start, thanks to the Flybe flight being delayed for 2 hours due to flight crew illness, but when I walked out of the shuttle bus I was a little surprised to see a small, propeller-driven plane awaiting.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - not exactly luxurious...
It didn't inspire me with confidence, especially as one of the last twin-engined propeller-powered planes to fly over the Ruhr industrial area wasn't very welcome, as it was one of these...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - but at least it wasn't one of these.
Thank Heavens that was a long time ago, and knowing German hospitality I knew a wonderful reception waited for us in one of my favourite countries.

The flight, in what I thought was basically a flying Transit van, was at least a short one - just over an hour and a half later we had landed at Dusseldorf.  I had a short wait to meet friends flying in from Birmingham only a few minutes later, as they had visited the event before the next stage went pretty smoothly.  An automated sky-train took us from the airport to the nearby railway station, and then it was only a short wait for the next train to Essen Hauptbahnof.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dusseldorf train station
By lunchtime we had arrived at the Hotel Bredeney, the main location for the weekend.  On walking through the door of the hotel I was immediately confronted with people strutting around in latex and leaather - a good omen for the days ahead.  Despite some poor reviews on Trip Advisor for the hotel I was more than pleased with my room, too - newly decorated, a good size and clean.

After unpacking I slipped into my first outfit of the weekend - my new thigh boots from Bruges and my little playsuit that I bought on my last visit to Berlin.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - my first outfit... all the way from Berlin 2015
Feeling suitably European I left my room and headed to the communal areas of the hotel to catch up with friends.  This involved a very long walk down an interconnecting corridor, and offered as great opportunity for photos and generally satisfying my voyeuristic streak, as lovely ladies, already in their own erotic and fetish outfits, strode down the corridor past me.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - THE corridor.
It was really liberating and refreshing to be able to sit in a hotel bar wearing my sexily cute outfit, and socialising with friends and strangers alike, enjoying the sights and sounds of other libertines around me.  A stunning Amazon strutted past, her sky-scraper heels elevating her height to a goddess stature, with her latex-clad gimp following dutifully.  On a nearby table four older an stylish Germans chatted, all attired in either latex or leather.  Across the room a gothic-looking couple stood talking animatedly, slim, sexy and dark in their black leather and rubber outfits.

More friends joined our table, some, like me, just visiting the weekend as customers, some working there as either models or running stalls in the fetish fair situated in the hotel's conference rooms.  The night wore on, and after my many weeks of abstinence I decided to treat myself to a cocktail.  Although not strong, it was enough to relax me even more, and I soon found myself sneakily snapping some particularly gorgeous ladies bottoms.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - juicy.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - juicy Part 2.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - juicy... Part, er, 3.
As the night wore on, I found myself sat next to Z, a very sexy and well-known fetish model and Dominatrix, and two very funny and engaging photographers on an assignment from Tim Woodward of KFS.  We made a group decision to venture to the pool area, to see if the night's 'Pool Party' was still in full swing.  It wasn't, but we decided to make our own party anyway.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Evolution, Essen.
Z laid back on the tiled floor while the photographers crowded around, snapping shots of her in her shiny purple latex catsuit.  She look particularly gorgeous, and it wasn't long before she invited me to join her.  I didn't need asking twice...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - two's company, a crowd is a crowd.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - juicy... Part, well, 4.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - poolside frolics.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - a great first night.
We kissed each other hungrily, and soon she was unzipping the crotch of her catsuit.  I got my head between her gorgeous thighs and lick her cunt, tasting the heavenly flavours of latex and sweet pussy juice.  All around I could hear the sound of cameras snapping away, and underneath their clicking commotion the soft sounds of Z's moans as I licked at her pussy.

I felt her come as she writhed on the hard floor, and we kissed again, still to the sounds of the clicking photographers.  It was a wonderful end to a great first night, and with the full weekend still ahead I couldn't wait for more.  After being up for twenty-two hours, though, I was finally feeling the strain and headed off for my warm and welcoming bed.

Saturday dawned very bright and cheerful, the beaming rays of the sun blazing though my half-closed curtains.  I decided that I'd wear my new corset and peignoir, both made by Kiku in Manchester.  Stockings and high-heels finished the outfit.  It may have been a bit OTT for breakfast, but this was the Essen Fetish Evolution weekend after all.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - corset and gown from Kiku,
I took my now-customary walk down the long corridor, wishing good morning to my fellow revellers that I passed.  The rather billowing robe did have a tendency to take up most of the corridor as I swished down, but I was pleased that so many stopped me to ask about the outfit.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the long walk... again.
I felt rather glamorous in the breakfast room, once again enjoying the sights of the fetish crowd.  Even at that early hour there were plenty of catsuits, full-face masks and fabulous outfits on show.  As I sipped my sweet peppermint tea I decided that, as I had fallen in love with Berlin, I was also in love with the Essen event.

After breakfast I wandered upstairs to the conference rooms - this was the site of the weekend's Fetish Fair.  The second stall I looked at belonged to the designer Brigitte More.  I found a stunning short latex dress, made from black and see-through rubber, with an intricate tattoo design over the bust and neckline.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex dress from Brigitte More.
I fell in love immediately, and even though I had only just walked through the door into the Fair I asked her to put aside for me.  For the sake of my budget I hoped there wasn't too much else I wanted!  With my dress put to one side I dressed again in my corset and stockings and strolled around the first room of the Fair.  Artwork, BDSM toys and shiny clothing were displayed on the numerous stalls, but there was nothing extra that I saw that I really wanted.  I wandered up the stairs to the third floor, where the next and bigger conference room lay.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Fair, Essen.
Here Marquis were holding their relaunch of the legendary magazine, along with stalls from Inner Sanctum, Latex 101 and numerous others.  I had another good look around, and could feel my credit card silently thanking the gods that there were no fetish shoe stalls in attendance.  I caught up with friends running the Latex 101 stand and Yummy Gummy Latex, once again happy to just enjoy the unique atmosphere of the event.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Fair, Essen.
Suitably satisfied (eventually) that there wasn't anything else I desperately needed, I headed back downstairs for a drink at the bar.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Fair, Essen.
I sat in the bar and debated over a drink whether I could really spend quite a bit of my weekend budget on a very lovely dress.  "Fuck it," I thought, "life's too short," and headed back upstairs.  Once the dress was in my feverish hands there was only one thing left to do - change and put it on.

With the slinky latex now clinging onto my body and the bright warm sun blazing outside, I felt it was time to pop outside into the lovely Spring day and have some photographs done for future Picture Of The Week slots.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - my new latex dress, Essen.
With the hotel situated in a primarily industrial area of Essen, it was pretty quiet on the Saturday, even on the main road near the hotel, leaving a great opportunity for some pictures.  With a couple of stand-in photographers in tow, I'm sure I managed to get a few to use in the near future.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - my new latex dress, Essen.
I was also glad that I'd had the foresight to take my new lace mask to the event - as I don't show my face on my photos it at least gave me the opportunity to do some more frontal shots - on this occasion showing the gorgeous detail on the dress.  With photos done (or so I thought) I headed back inside to the bar, in time to meet up with the group of friends that I'd spent Friday evening with.  It wasn't long before the two photographers were asking me to pose in the dress again, this time in the hotel lobby.  The posters for the event gave a suitable backdrop.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - my new latex dress, Essen.
It was great fun generally mucking about, especially as the two happy snappers still seemed to be a little under the influence of their Friday night alcohol imbibement.  We stayed in the bar until around 6.00pm, when half of the group headed off to their rooms to change.  There was another party on that night, but I decided to stay in the hotel and mix with those that were left.  When I heard that the party venue was a €50 taxi-ride away I was glad that I hadn't pre-paid for a ticket.

Nevertheless, I felt that I should change too, and headed back to my room to have my third costume change of the day.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - my new latex dress, Essen.
Well, I had already worn latex, a corset and stockings... what was next?  With no leather in my case (it's a bit heavy for the suitcase allowance!) I chose the lightest thing I could - a simple long lace dress.  I initially put a bra and knickers on underneath it, then realised where I was - they were soon discarded and I slipped the dress back on, only keeping my high-heels on.  Suitably (un)dressed, I headed back downstairs to the bar to meet back up with the remainder of the group that hadn't gone to the Saturday night party.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - lace dress... and nothing else, Essen.
Although the dress was the least expensive item of clothing in my case, it certainly got a lot of attention as I walked down the long inter-connecting corridor and into the bar area.  One poor chap nealy fell off his stool trying to get a longer look when he realised that the dress pretty much showed my breasts and pussy!  I had another great night, even if it was a little more restrained and quiet than the Friday night, but by 1.00am I was feeling the strain of the previous day's 22-hour stint, and headed off to bed - all excited about the forthcoming Sunday and the main Fetish Ball.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - lace dress... and nothing else, Essen.
Sunday sadly wasn't as sunny and warm as the previous day, but I was up just in time for breakfast again.  In a bit of a hurry, I slipped back into my lace dress and headed off for a peppermint tea and fruit salad breakfast.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - lace dress... and nothing else, Essen.
In the bright daylight the dress got as much attention when I walked into the busy and bustling breakfast room, drawing stares from assorted tables.  I didn't realise quite how much it showed in normal daylight!  Feeling very naughty and saucy I took my time with breakfast.  Once finished I wandered over to the bar, as I had arranged to meet R, a gorgeous fetish designer whose outfit I would be wearing and showing off for some of the day to promote her company Yummy Gummy Latex.  Unfortunately, the bar was deserted, but it did leave another opportunity for a quick snapshot...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - lace dress... and nothing else, Essen.
With no sign of the missing lady, I wandered around the hotel, giving me another opportunity to indulge in a bit of exhibitionism, eventually heading back upstairs to the Fetish Fair.  Just outside the Fair a cage had been set up, no doubt for a S&M display later that day.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - lace dress and cage, Essen.
I finally tracked R down at her stall, standing in for a member of her team.  I had a look around her bright and cheerful latex designs, aiming to pick out something that suited me.  I tried a few outfits on, but nothing seemed to look right - maybe my look was a bit too vampy for the sexy and cute outfits available.  Eventually I decided on a bright polka dot two-piece, with a flared skirt.  I had to finish the outfit off with a lovely little latex purple teddy bear (which I later named Bareback) - it just completed the look to perfection.  I even amanged to get her to pose for a blog photo in return for modelling her little outfit!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex dress from Yummy Gummy, Essen.
Duly kitted out, it was simply a task of wandering around the Fair and hotel, hopefully getting as many people to see and ask about the clothing.  It also gave another chance to check out the Fair itself, but I remained convinced that I'd bought the ideal dress the day before.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Fair, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex dress from Yummy Gummy, Essen.
This also meant spending a bit more time in the bar, where once again I was lucky to find my group of friends having yet another drink.  I was beginning to suspect that they had never left the bar at any point during the weekend.  Sadly, I have to report that they were quite a bad influence, and their drinking first of all led from this...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bareback, the latex bear from Yummy Gummy, Essen.
to this...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex bare and latex bear, Essen.
It was a rather more tainted but experienced bear that was handed back with the outfit a few hours later.  R didn't seem to mind, (even though at some point in the bar the bear's leg had become a bit detached - talk about being legless) as she'd already sold him - a shame as I was almost tempted to have him for myself.

After changing back into my lace dress I went back to the bar to rejoin my frineds, in time to see a strange and rather other-worldy display of electrical sexy play by a group of latex-clad pervs.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Evolution, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Evolution, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Evolution, Essen.
The basic premise seemed to be that the perv in the electric chair was wired up to some pretty strong electical equiment, so anyone touching him, and then touching others (particulatrly in, er, certain places) would receive a jolt of buzzing electric through the contact.  You could hear the angry fizz of the electric even over the noise of the bar's customers.

Bizarre, but facinating, and almost topped by the sudden arrival of a latex Easter Bunny handing out chocolate eggs at random.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Evolution, Essen.
However, it was now late afternoon, and the main event of the weekend, the Fetish Ball awaited.  I said my cheerios to the group and headed back to my room once again.

I showered and changed yet again.  Choosing my Fetish Ball outfit was pretty difficult, but I'd decided to wear my long transparent latex gown from Cathouse teamed with my shiny thigh boots.  An oriental head-dress completed the ensemble.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex gown for the Fetish Ball, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex gown for the Fetish Ball, Essen.
With Z having to leave early to prepare for the fashion show, I jumped in the taxi with her and a few others and headed off for the club - Delta, situated in central Essen.  We arrived early as planned, but it was already busy.  It was quiet enough to grab a couple of snapshots before the party really got under way, though.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the Fetish Ball, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the Fetish Ball, Essen.
The club was a superb venue for the sexy night - dark, industrial and hot, with thumping dance music and flashing lights breaking the low lighting.  There were plenty of rooms to choose from, too.  In the main room trapeze artists gyrated sexily, while below on the dance floor people moved in erotic unison to the dark heavy beats of the music.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the Fetish Ball, Essen.
We explored beyond the main room to the next area - a large play-room.  Beyond that, stairs led down to an even darker basement area, with more very secluded rooms, toilets and another smaller dance area.  We stayed there for some time, dancing, drinking and chatting.  All around gorgeous and sexily-clad people thronged together and revelled in the unique and fabulous atmosphere.  It was so exquisite I thought I was in Heaven.

As always, time passed too quickly, and we made our way to the main arena to watch the fashion show and shout our encouragement to Z.  The fashion show, featuring a host of top Fetish designers, was superb, with lots of stunning models in fantastical latex creations prowling up and down the catwalk.  We made sure Z got a huge cheer, but we were sure she probably couldn't hear us over the pounding music.  At the end of the show all of the models gathered on the catwalk - I couldn't resist taking some snaps.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the Fetish Ball, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the Fetish Ball, Essen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the Fetish Ball, Essen.
It was a truly stupendous night, but I was confused about the system of paying for drinks, though.  On entry to the club you are handed a card each.  The card is presented each time you order a drink, and the barstaff prepare your order then punch a number related to the drink into the card,  You then pay as you leave the club.  The benefit of the system is speed - the downside is not knowing how much you have actually spent, and whether or not you are being charged correctly when the barstaff punch your card.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - drinks tab at the Fetish Ball, Essen.
 If you do not present a card on leaving the club, you had to pay a cost of €30.  Being British, of course, we all looked at each other on arrival and saw that as a target and then lose the card 'on purpose'! 

By 5.00am the club had quietened down somewhat, and once we were moved from our seats in the play area we realised it was perhaps time to go home - nearly seven hours after arriving!  We looked at our drink cards with some apprehension.  There was never any real intention to lose the cards, but I was alarmed at the end of the night to see how many 'punches' my card had taken.  Z's husband looked even more nervous, with numerous punches all over it.  Maybe we should have ditched the cards...

Z's husband went first, and paid just under €50 for two cards.  I was relieved - and my own card came to just €26.  By 7.00am I was back at the hotel in my bed, with the visions of sounds of that tremendous night buzzing in my head.

The following day I was up late, of course, but still in time for breakfast.  It was a more soberly dressed breakfast group on the Monday, though - clearly the day most of the people headed back to their normal lives.  By lunchtime I had said my sad goodbyes to old friends and the many new ones I had made, and was heading back to Essen train station for my journey back to the airport.

Dusseldorf airport was wonderfully quiet, and I had an amazing lunch at the cafe there.  I also noticed this...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - AirBerlin next time...
 I really must make a mental note to fly with AirBerlin next time I visit Germany.  I certainly don't want to be flying with Flybe again - my flight home was also delayed by over two hours.

Nevertheless, an amazing weekend, and one of the best experiences I have had in my many years of attending fetish events.

Hopefully the blog and photos were worth waiting for as it's been a bit quiet on the blog-front this year, due to my recent operation.  However, I'm now back home in Manchester, and hopefully I'll be back to normal service in the next week or so.