Saturday, 28 October 2017

Extravaganxa, Hamburg 2017

There is something of a crisis in the UK fetish scene at the moment - and it is centered around venue availability.  It reared its ugly head at the London Fetish Weekend, when, despite being booked nearly a year in advance, the nightclub Fire pulled out of it's contract to host Mistress Absolute's Subversion party on the Friday night.  That has been mirrored across the city, with old haunts like the Coronet, Bagleys, Colliseum, SEOne, et al. being crushed under the name of 'development', but as a long-term fetish party girl I have to say it's hard not to see another agenda at work here - prohibition under a different guise and hidden in plain sight alongside diggers, safety barriers and shovels.  And it's been coming for a while.

Over in Germany, things are quite different.  Fetish events in Berlin, Munich and even the smaller cities are left alone by the councils and police - adults, too, must have their playtime, seems to be the viewpoint.  A sensible and mature approach that seems laughably far more forward-thinking than our own view of sex/fetish clubs here in the UK, with that long dark shadow of Victorian age (when even table legs must be covered up, in case of igniting any deviant thoughts, of course) still dimming the bright future. Through German friends I learned of a club that remains unknown to many UK fetish people (no-one I knew had ever gone - and some of my fetish friends have literally travelled the globe in search of new adventures), even though the venue was purposely-built and nestled in a northern area of one of Germany's great cities.  The club - Catonium.  The city - Hamburg.

With air travel these days pretty cheap (as long as you can 'rough it' for a couple of hours), it can also mean it is as cheap (if not more so) to fly abroad as it is to travel to London from the north of England.  I did get a great deal on my last train ticket to London, but I also wasn't about to quibble over £50 return flight to Hamburg via EasyJet.

So, 4.00pm on Thursday I was at Manchester Airport for my 6.30pm early evening flight back to Germany - along with what seemed to be a plane load of men. I was pleased to be travelling with a couple of fetish friends, as it could have been quite daunting to find myself the only lady on the flight!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester airport.
Under two hours later we landed at Hamburg, and a short taxi-ride later arrived in our somewhat basic hotel that would be our base for the next three nights.  Basic it may have been, but there was no doubting it's location - just a few minutes walk from the (in)famous Reeperbahn.  I did slightly curse our choice of hotel on the first night, as drunken guys fell into their rooms at all hours of the night and following morning, but was up early enough (despite a lack of sleep) to explore a bit of the city on Friday morning.  Firstly breakfast - and after a recommendation by a friend, chose the nearby Cafe Miller, which was to prove a bit of a haven for my stay in the city.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Cafe Miller, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Cafe Miller, Hamburg.
I immediately felt right at home in it's chilled-out atmosphere.  Although it had the 'shabby-chic' appearance that many UK venues would die for (only in this case, like some of the places in Berlin, it seems a natural state rather than designed), the food was outstanding.  A large cooked breakfast, complete with huge amounts of fresh fruit and a peppermint tea was less than €10, and was enough to keep me fuelled for most of the day.

Breakfast done with, it was time for stroll into the city centre for a quick look around.  I dressed suitably - my 'city hiking' boots, a fat fluffy jacket against the chill and super-stretch PVC leggings.  The walk into the centre wasn't too long, and on the edges of the St. Pauli area there was still lots of superb street art (or graffiti, depending on your viewpoint) that reminded me of parts of Berlin.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hamburg.
The walk took me past the beautiful Hauptkirche Sankt Michaelis (St. Michael's Church), where composer Brahms was babtized and finally into the canal-threaded centre.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - St. Michael's Church and, er, an old building, Hamburg.
There seemed to be many buildings from the latter half of the 20th century in comparison to older buildings - understandable considering that Hamburg was a bit of a target for the Allied bombing raids of the second World War.  I made my way over to the RatHaus, the townhall of the city.  

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Rathaus, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Lamp post, near the Rathaus, Hamburg.
It was beautifully imposing - and vast.  Even stood in the large square in front of the old building didn't give enough space to capture the whole stunning facade in my small camera.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Rathous, Hamburg.
I strolled around the square, enjoying the sights of the civic centre of Hamburg, including the inevitable (if very good) street performers.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - street entertainers that don't do much, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - PVC girl abraod, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - shiny leggings and Rathous, Hamburg.
Finally, stood on the opposite side of a canal I got the photo I wanted of the Rathaus in all of its splendour.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Rathous, Hamburg.
I wandered down the nearby Neuer Wall, the more upmarket street in Hamburg.  Chanel, Gucci, Rolex, Boss, etc. all nestled here.  Beyond the shopping area I found some interesting street art - new and old.  One in particular reminded me of two ladies dancing.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - stuff, Hamburg.
That was enough to remind me... fuck the culture - let's get to the Reeperbahn!

In the dull afternoon light, the notorious street looked distinctly normal.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
However, just a few minutes walk from the start of the Reeperbahn brought me to Boutique Bizarre - a fabulously huge sex emporium.  The erotic toys and costumes in the window were enough to entice me into its welcoming and deliciously decadent interior.  The main floor was full of toys and DVDs at the front, and clothing at the rear.  I checked through the rails of clothing, finding a sheer catsuit that I'd been looking to buy for a couple of years.  

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Boutique Bizarre, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Boutique Bizarre, Hamburg.
I picked it off the rail and headed to the more fetish-orientated downstairs rooms.  Here, fetish clothing and BDSM toys and equipment were on sale, along with a small art gallery featuring erotic art.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - art at Boutique Bizarre, Hamburg.

I browsed through the various goodies on sale, seeing a lot that I liked but not a lot that I needed.  Time to try on the catsuit that I had grasped tightly since finding it upstairs.  I found the changing room and tried it on - it looked good, but I wanted to double-check in a full-length mirror.  That meant a walk across the busy shop floor, with men stopping their own shopping to stare open-mouthed as I checked out the sheer catsuit in the shops long mirror.  Perfect - especially judging by the appreciative stares of the men.

Catsuit paid for and safely bagged, I headed back out onto the Reeperbahn.  Even the neon-bright lights couldn't quite lift the clouded afternoon gloom, though.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - neon, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
I reached halfway along the long street before the light but relentless rain defeated me.  At a little shop called Sexy Devil I decided enough was enough for one day, and headed back the way I'd come to the shelter of a bar.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - wet Dexi, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.

After a few drinks it was time to head back to the hotel for a proper rest before seeking out some Friday night fun, and even the short walk back to the hotel provided some more colourful sights to brighten the grey afternoon.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hamburg.

I rested in bed for a couple of hours before preparing for my first proper night out on the Reeperbahn.  I decided to keep wearing my chunky leather ankle boots (as much of the back streets around the Reeperbahn would be slippery on the old cobbles), teamed with my slinky skin-tight catsuit to inject some OTT sexiness.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - hotel, Hamburg.
Out of the hotel and onto the Reeperbahn, now transformed from an ugly damp duckling to a dazzling, neon bird-of-paradise.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
The atmosphere was as electric as the multi-coloured flashing lights, even in the early (relatively speaking - this is the Reeperbahn, after all!) evening.  We found a little, plush bar on the south-side of the street, and had our first drinks of the night.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a bar, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
From there, we explored the darker streets of the Reeperbahn.  All around crowds of thrill-seekers, mainly guys in groups, wandered in search of fun - be it alcohol or sex.  Amid all of the sports bars, Irish bars and general rowdy bars, one caught our eye - Night Light.  A heavy Metal pub may certainly not be to everyone's taste, but I knew it would be a good and safe place to enjoy a few drinks and not get bothered by the swarming and hyped-up tourist crowd.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Night Light, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
With it being early, the bar had spare seats available, including a table near the large window over-looking Gerhardstrasse - busy already with tourists and working girls, dressed in warm padded jackets over their bodies but scanty panties/shorts (barely) covering their prized assets lower down.  Opposite the pub was Herbertstrasse, gated off and only available to men to explore.  I desperately wanted to venture down there myself, but a local in the bar warned me not to - it seems the street is the centre of the working girls' territory, and they most certainly wouldn't welcome a girl like me wandering down to have a look.  As it was, my slinky catsuit was getting enough polite attention in the bar, anyway.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - catsuit, Night Light, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
The night wore on, the drinks were surprisingly cheap and good, the rock crowd predictably good-natured and enjoying the night.  Midway through the night, once the bar staff realised we'd decided to stay put for the duration, the rounds of drinks were being accompanied by free shots.

As much as I was enjoying the thumping rock music and atmosphere in the bar, I couldn't keep my eyes away from the hypnotic street theatre going on outside.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - outside the Night Light, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a shaky photo of 'my' blonde and redhead, Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
 The girls stood around for long periods, occasionally approaching single guys that they seemed to pick out of the crowd as potential customers.  A lovely-looking bleach-blonde and a Germanic redhead in neon purple/pink boots caught my eye.  A group of Germans, also visiting the city, sat with us and we discussed to pros and cons of the sex industry - I kept my own employment out of the conversation, though.  Outside, the girls kept up their endeavour.  One guy, obviously feeling a little flush with money, disappeared into the doorway of a block of apartments opposite with two girls, one of them the sexy blonde that I'd been watching.  However, most of the girls' time seemed to be taken up with unsuccessful 'fishing' expeditions, smoking, and wandering to and from the apartment block to collect umbrellas when the rains came down briefly.

I'm not sure at what point the Dutch (or should that be German) courage kicked in, but I began to seriously think about stepping over the other side of the line and becoming a customer for a change.  A few drinks later and it seemed a very good and a very sexy idea.

The blonde and her friend had finished with their lucky and loaded (or maybe just, er, unloaded, now) chap and was back on her street corner outside the Blau Engel bar.  I finished my drink and headed outside into the cool evening air.  My pussy, delicately enveloped by the tight crotch-zip of my catsuit, was soaking.  All I could think about was buying my blonde, have her lead me upstairs to that apartment, and have her lick my cunt juices whilst she lowered her well-fucked pussy over my lips in a heavenly 69 until she pleasured me completely.

I approached her and she looked at me warily, no doubt eyeing my fetishistic catsuit.  I asked her if she spoke English, to which she replied she did.  "How much for me?" I asked.  I imagined it would be a difficult one to answer - the guys I'd watched enter the apartments with the girls were generally out again after 15-20 minutes.  A girl is another game, though - we can (sorry, but it's true) come again and again, so I was curious to see how she would break down the cost - time versus orgasms?  I wasn't ready for the answer.  "Four hundred Euros," she said, "and I'll only do it with another girl, so we'd want €800 between us."  I was gobsmacked.  I had around €150 to spend, thinking it was probably going to be enough.  I thanked her for her time and headed back to bar.  Eight hundred euros???  Maybe I was working in the wrong city.  However, I think it was more to do with the fact that she probably either thought I was a time-waster (yes, we all get those, of course), or simply wasn't into girls, so put a price beyond what was reasonable.

I complained back in the Night Light bar.  "Ah," said one of my new German friends, "but if I ask just for me it will be much, much cheaper."  I couldn't disagree, as the potential customers didn't generally look like they were eager to blow €400 on a, er, a blow-job and fuck for 15 minutes.  Nevertheless, I was gutted.  A sudden, unexpected fantasy, in a perfect location, taken from my grasping fingers.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - at Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
Soon it was time to say "Gute Nacht" to our fantastic German rock hosts and head back to our hotel along the Reeperbahn's still crowded and buzzing streets... even if by now I was feeling just a little like a stereotypical drunken Brit abroad.

A fabulous Friday, and still the main event to come.

Saturday morning dawned and the first point of action was breakfast at Cafe Miller again - this time the weekend buffet breakfast.  Once again I made full use of the food, managing a couple of servings of hot brekkie and fresh fruit.  After that, knowing a big night lay ahead, I planned a little more exploring around the Reeperbahn area before an afternoon kip.

Once again, the main drag was transformed from glittering party girl to down-at-heel Cinderella, not helped by heavy clouds and more light rain.  I ventured down to the far west end of the street, finding, (and what I thought was impossible), an even sleazier part of the area.  Sex shops and strip clubs lined the streets, doors still open to anyone wanting a taste of the dark side, even in the mid-morning.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn shops, Hamburg.

After some wandering I headed back over to the south street to where the Night Light pub was, in search of a light snack.  Once again, it just seemed to be sports bars and beer bars.  No food.  I went a little further along the street.  Up ahead I spied a promising sign - Crazy Beans.  It looked like it could be some kind of health food/vegetarian café.  I got to the café, only to find the sign actually said 'Crazy Jeans', and was of course a clothing store.  I headed in anyway, and ended up buying something anyway - a sexy little jacket that was warm, cosy, and a little bit fetishy in its shiny fabric.  It maybe wasn't food, but I felt a little more fulfilled anyway.

In the meantime, the rain had become heavier.  I needed shelter and a drink.  Back over the road again, past the fabulously-named Titty Twister and a few other enticing establishments before finally finding a place to sit at a bar for a drink and rest.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Titty Twister, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Front entrance or back door?
I made it back to the hotel as planned just after lunch, and made sure I had a proper afternoon siesta to prepare for the night ahead.

By 7.00pm I was showering, shaving all the necessary bits (you never know who you might meet and what you might get up to at the events - best to be prepared) and dressed - latex girdle, latex stockings, cupless latex bra and high heels.  I was ready for some fun.  I made sure to get a couple of photos, as cameras were definitely not allowed in the venue.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - latex and heels and pussy, Extravaganza, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - latex and heels and tits, Extravaganza, Hamburg.

On time our taxi arrived - just €20 and fifteen minutes later we arrived just after 9.00pm - to find a pretty big queue.  It seemed the Germans liked to start early.  Once inside the club we had a wander around to get our bearings - if it was possible.  There was a main dance-floor room (with loads of seating - rare and always overlooked in fetish clubs, and bizarre when girls - and some guys - are in towering high heels for the duration of the night), with numerous corridors leading off it.  I went exploring whilst my fetish chaperons headed to the bar for a drink.  In a room next to the dance-floor I found a well-equipped dungeon/playroom.  Up some stairs, another playroom, with beds.  In another room there was a bar, with a few more pieces of sexy furniture.  More stairs, more rooms, more bars.  Eventually, after a myriad of rooms, I found the top floor - another bar, and a large outside terrace.  I went back downstairs, finding more rooms that I hadn't seen on my way up.  Fabulously-attired, stylish and very sexy fetish men and women decorated the rooms, adding to the heavenly atmosphere.  I began to wonder, as I encountered another room, if I'd ever find my way out - or even if I ever wanted to.

Eventually I found my way back to the main room and familiar faces - who had kindly bought me a drink.  We lounged in the main area, enjoying the sights as the event filled up - and very conscious that English was most definitely not the main language at the club.  Fantastic eye-candy wandered past - girls in clinging, nothing-to-the-imagination outfits and well-groomed guys.  The DJ, thankfully, was also helping to add to the party atmosphere.  Sexy dance tunes, instead of a barrage of hard-core techno music, thrust from the speakers, the rhythmic beats getting the crowd moving together.

After a while I wandered again - the first dungeon/playroom was busy, with all the equipment in use and muted cries as paddles and whips stroked and cracked against bare skin.  The stairs and corridors were busy, and endless steam of gorgeous outfits and sexy bodies.  After a full second tour of the building, I ended back downstairs, with my friends still nowhere to be seen.  I headed into the crowded dance-floor, thrilling in the sexy sights and sounds.

I found my way back to the edge of the dance-floor, but still couldn't spot my friends - I wasn't concerned, as long as we found each other before we needed a taxi home.  Next to me, a stunning Claudia Schiffer look-a-like, in a tiny (and I mean 'tiny'!) minidress and high heels stood with her debonair partner, seated on a high stool.  A male submissive approached, all bulging gym-muscles and bulging crotch.  They spoke closely for a little while before he knelt in front of her.  As she leaned back against her partner she spread her thighs - no panties.  The male submissive needed no other invitation, and was soon licking at her pussy.  I watched, enchanted, as she came, her long nails digging into the thighs of her partner.  She was at least kind enough to reciprocate, rubbing the submissive's hard cock with her bare foot until he came, hot and thick, over her feet.

A dark-haired beauty, her long tresses framing a stunning face, was watching the scene too.  I caught her eye and she winked at me.  The lingering look I got from her told me as much as I needed to know - a girl interested in some action herself.

Before I could move closer to her I was surprised by strong hands around my waist, lifting me up.  "Dexi!", a Germanic voice thundered in my ear over the music.  I turned to find C, a German friend that I'd last seen at the Dominatrix Party in Uitgeest in the Netherlands last December, grinning at me.  He was with a German couple, and we chatted together for a while.  The lady of the couple asked me if I'd been in the fetish scene in the nineties.  I replied that I had, and London was the place to be back then.  "Jah," she said, "London was fantastic then."  We talked about the old clubs like Submission, The Gate, Torture Garden, the Skin Two Rubber Ball, etc.  I told her London was not so good these days.  "Germany is the new London for the fetish scene," she said.  I couldn't disagree.  The German couple headed off to the bar for a drink, leaving me with C.

Although we'd been in touch via the internet since then, it was lovely to see him again in the flesh.  I found a high stool to sit on whilst we caught up with each others various transgressions since then - he'd missed the Berlin party ("Work, what can you do?" he sighed), but had attended the Essen party ("Jah, good... but quieter than usual," he conceded) this year that I'd forgone, choosing a Zara DuRose London party instead.

I felt his strong hands on my thighs while we talked, stroking up over my latex stockings and onto the bare skin at the top of my thighs.  I knew what he was planning.  "Bad boy," I told him, echoing my comments to him on that eventful night in the Uitgeest hotel.  He grinned even more - before slipping his fingers up against my wet pussy.  As he finger-fucked me, his long fingers slipping effortlessly in and out of my somewhat well-lubricated pussy he applied gentle pressure on my clit with his thumb.  I spread my legs a little more, thrilling in the little audience that we had.

In what felt like no time at all I was coming, the tight sheath of my cunt grasping tightly at the fingers deep inside me, my orgasm heightened by the somewhat public display.  C, by now, had released his hard cock from the tight latex trousers he was wearing, and had been wanking himself whilst he masturbated me.  With the crowd still watching, I decided to return the favour, dropping to my knees, slipping my hand around his steel shaft and wanking him, my slender fingers lubricated by his own cock oil.

I knew from the look on his face exactly when he was going to come, and aimed his erection at my bare tits.  He ejaculated, the first spurt passing over my shoulder, the next shots of hot spunk hitting the target of my tits.  At least latex cleans easily, I thought, as his cum dripped from my breasts onto my latex girdle and stockings.

I stood up, still feeling his thick cum oozing over my breasts and down onto my naked belly.  "Welcome back to Germany," he said, laughing.  I cleaned up in the ladies toilet, thankful for the cleanliness and numerous disposable wipes on offer, before heading back to the dancefloor.  C was still there, with much needed drinks for us both and, at last, my friends stood nearby.  My little act had not gone un-noticed - they'd been watching the antics of C and I from the darkness of the crowd.  Although not especially exhibitionists themselves when it comes to playing at clubs, I learned that the atmosphere of the club had got to even them - and they'd ended up in their own scene on one of the beds upstairs with their own audience.

Sadly, my raven-haired gorgeous lady had disappeared from view.  I headed back to the dance-floor, keeping an eye open for my missing beauty.  After a while I took another tour of the club, but either we kept missing each other in the melee, or she'd headed off home - a possibility as it was now past 3.00am.

My friends found me again, and we made a decision to sadly call it a night - the club would be closing anyway in less than an hour, and we didn't want to get stranded with no taxi so far from our hotel.  So, by 4.15am I was back in my hotel bedroom, still ever so slightly smelling of spunk, sweat and latex, before a quick shower and hitting the bed.  A great, great night - and one of THE best clubs I have attended.

Breaksfast, the following morning, was another buffet at Cafe Miller - but all three of us were feeling the effects of a long night and little sleep.  I'd already packed ready for my flight back, but as it was a late afternoon flight it meant one last trek around the Reeperbahn.  Once again I found some interesting street art...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - St. Pauli, Hamburg.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - St. Pauli, Hamburg.
...before finding yet more sleazy streets and clubs...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Große Freiheit, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Große Freiheit, Hamburg.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Reeperbahn, Hamburg.
I decided that the next time I visit Hamburg I really must venture into one of these establishments - purely in the name of journalism, of course... I really have no desire to see naked ladies doing rude things... as, knowing me, I'll probably join in before getting thrown out.

I found myself back onto the main Reeperbahm street - and a reminder of the North-West of England.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Beatles Platz, Hamburg.
Beatles-platz.  Yes, here in the very early 1960s was where the four Liverpudlians first made a real name for themselves at the nearby Top Ten Club before becoming music legends the world over.  And in the teeming grey rain from clouded skies, it certainly looked like a scene from Liverpool or Manchester.  Speaking of which, with the relentless rain drenching our tired spirits, we headed off to pick up our bags and get to the airport early - at least we'd have some shelter and warmth.

A brilliant and memorable trip, and, like Berlin, I fell immediately in love with glorious Hamburg and all of its facets.  I'm already planning a return.  I wonder what those sexy strip clubs really are like...

Sunday, 15 October 2017

London Fetish Weekend 2017 - Part Two

Part Two of my London Fetish Weekend blog begins on Saturday - appropriately, given the name, just two hours after finally getting to bed after my Friday-night Subversive shenanigans.

There was method to my madness, however - the Fetish Fair was being held on Saturday... unfortunately nowhere near my hotel.  My plan was to get to the Fair as soon as the doors opened, then get back to the hotel for a few hours of sleep before the next party on Saturday night.

That meant an early start, and an early tube ride (thankfully not as busy as Friday morning) from Euston to Hammersmith.  I dressed in a daytime/tube-travelling fetish friendly way in my slinky catsuit (with full crotch zip, of course), my low boots and leather jacket and made my way west to the Novotel at Hammersmith, where the Fair was being held.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - leather on the Underground.
I dismebarked the tube at Hammersmith station, and enjoyed a fabulous (and what felt like a very, very early) breakfast at Bill's - a small restaurant chain that I've always been impressed with since finding their Bath branch when I visited the old city.  After a much needed recharge at Bill's, it was a short stroll over to the Novotel.  Suddenly, old memories came flooding back as I rounded the corner to the Novotel entrance - it was here, way, waaay back in 1994 (oh my God, that is 23 years ago!) that I and a couple of friends parked our car after a long journey from Yorkshire in order to attend our first fetish event - the legendary Skin Two Ball, held at the nearby Hammersmith Palais.  I still remember (and being new to 'the scene') being amazed at the long and incredibly stylish queue, and staring as huge limousines pulled up outside to drop off glamorous and astonishingly beautiful creatures, looking as though they were visiting from another world.

These days, of course, the old Palais has long gone, another place of great memories consigned to history in the search of 'progress' - indeed, the spot that the old palais de dance stood now looks like this...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - NOT the Hammersmith Palais.
 ...and I know which I prefer.  Casting old memories aside I found my way in to the (slightly more discrete) side entrance of the hotel for the Fetish Fair.  I was bit early, as the doors only opened at midday.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fetish Fair, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Bang on midday the doors finally opened, and I wandered in.  Although many stalls were still setting up, I did manage to have a walk around and meet a few friends who were down for the Fetish Weekend on a purely business level - some of whom I'd not seen since my Berlin visit earlier in the year.  In truth there wasn't anything on any of the stalls that I really needed, so after an hour (mostly chatting to said friends) I said my goodbyes and headed back outside and towards the tube station.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fetish Fair, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
By early afternoon I was back in my hotel bed, resting before getting ready for the event - the Cabaret Of Excess, hosted by the gorgeous Zara DuRose.

I woke and dressed in plenty of time - I wanted to be on time and Zara's party started early at 8.00pm.  I chose my pink latex lingerie set (bought really to wear in the bedroom for the pleasure of my gentlemen visitors) and some high-heeled sandals.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - ready for The Cabaret Of Excess, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
With a taxi booked for 8.00pm, it meant I was at the venue in nearby Blundell Street Studios by 8.15pm.  However, some last-minute venue issues meant that the doors (and indeed gates to the venue compound) were still closed, so that entailed a bit of standing around for a short while.  Thankfully, it wasn't raining and it did give me the chance to chat to a lovely and very pretty Aussie girl who had also arrived early.

Finally the gates opened and access granted.  I took the opportunity of my early arrival and a quiet venue for a few snapshots - not easy in the sexy low light.  Upstairs, as on Zara's previous events here, were two playrooms with well-constructed play equipment.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Cabaret Of Excess, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Downstairs, there was another play area featuring sexy circular bed/seat (reminding me of my previous night's sexy fun with my gorgeous lady lover on the circular bed at Subversion) and a dancefloor, already playing some very sexy club tunes.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Cabaret Of Excess, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
The club began to fill quickly, but thankfully I'd managed to catch a quick chat with Zara (always busy on her own nights) and some of her lovely team, and more and more friends arrived, including R, a lovely Dutch gentleman that I met back at the Dominatrix party last December, and dressed again as a latex pony.  As always at Zara's events, the crowd was glamorous and in a playful, party mood.  There was lots and lots of stunning ladies present in wonderful and sexy attire.  It wasn't long before a young, gorgeous little redhead wearing a latex bodysuit, fishnet tights and boots caught my eye.

We talked for a little while, admiring each others outfits as the crowd flowed sensually around us, moving to the erotic beats of the dancefloor.  I found out that this was her first fetish event, and she'd actually made her latex outfit herself.  I ran my nylon-gloved fingers over her outfit, feeling the sexy warmth of her body beneath the thin rubber, my hands lingering over her small pert breasts.  She moved closer and, in the assembled heat of the fetish crowd, began kissing deeply, and I delighted in tasting her red lipstick on my lips and tongue, running my hands through the ponytail of her long red hair.  We broke apart briefly, and I asked her if she wanted to play a bit more.  Her bright eyes gleamed as she agreed, and we moved over to the circular bed.

I lad her back on the soft leatherette seat, sliding between her open thighs, feeling her raised crotch rising to meet my body as I pressed against her.  We kissed again, my hungry hands now running more eagerly over her small body.  My fingers slid down to her crotch, and through the thin latex I could feel the define of her fishnet tights and soft curves of her cunt.  I reached down to find the fastening method of her bodysuit, only to find it didn't exist.  "Oh shit," she sighed disappointedly, "I forgot about that..."  The laughter somewhat broke the mood, sadly, and after kissing again she headed off into the crowd, and I figured that her 'inaccessible' outfit would annoy her a bit more before the night was over.  I could feel my own juices slick against the tight, shiny crotch of my panties, now, and sexual frustration fizzed around my body.

I worked some of it off on the dancefloor, basking in the scents of sweet sweat, latex and perfume, and enjoying the sensual frottage as men and women brushed against my bare skin as they danced.  Getting slightly hot and needing air and room, I ended up dancing on the empty stage at one point, eventually joined by a gorgeous brunette who took some delight in moving her lingerie-clad body tightly against mine as the music thrust its heavy beat across the room.  We may have been the main stage action for the evening had we been allowed to continue, as, still feeling incredibly horny after my redhead and her costume design flaws, I was getting to the point of ripping her little lingerie set off her body and fucking her right there, but we had to climb down off our perch in order to make way for the real stage performer - the lovely Sukki Singapora.  I stayed to watch her stylish, professional and well-executed burlesque performance, only realising afterwards that my sexy dancing partner had merged away into the crowd during Sukki's performance.  Foiled again!  I rejoined friends in the chill-out area after a while, soon finding myself chatting to friends and strangers who were sat nearby.  Places to sit, sadly, were a bit rare - luckily R came to my rescue, kneeling down on all fours to provide a comfortable, if occasionally unsteady, pony-like saddle-seat.

A dark-haired girl in gothic black, sat next to me on a low stool, put her hand on my thigh as we chatted in a small circular group.  I became aware that her gentle hands were making rhythmic strokes up and down my latex-clad thigh, taking a little more time when her delicate fingers stroked over the top of my stockings and reached my bare flesh.  The tips of her fingers brushed my latex-covered crotch.  I parted my thighs a little for her, even though we'd hardly said two words to each other.  On the next pass her fingers applied a little more pressure to the tight material covering my cunt.  On the third pass her fingers stayed pressed against my cunt, and began stroking up and down my pussy lips.  I parted my thighs a little more, inviting her to explore further.  She responded by leaning over, pulling down and stripping off my panties, before her fingers resumed their caresses, now over my naked and displayed cunt.  I could feel my pussy juice dripping down past my arse, onto the latex back of my human pony, who seemed to be enjoying the extra scene that he was now part of.

Gothic-girl's fingers dipped into my oiled honey-pot, sliding easily into my well-lubricated cunt whilst her thumb pressed on my engorged clit.  With a large watching crowd, I leaned back on my pony-seat, spreading my legs as far as possible and exposing myself to the gathered voyeurs whilst Gothic-girl finger-fucked me to a hot and slippery orgasm.  Satisfaction at last.

By 3.30am tiredness was kicking in after two long days, and with the club slowly emptying.  By 4.00am I was once again back in my hotel bedroom, my latex lingerie on the floor whilst memories of the night drifted through my sleepy head.

So, after two fantastic nights courtesy of Subversion and Zara DuRose I decided that this year's London Fetish Weekend was one to remember.  I certainly headed back north with plenty of fabulous and sexual memories, and a few contact details of some very sexy girls in my handbag.

Roll on the rest of the Fetish Party Season!

Monday, 9 October 2017

London Fetish Weekend 2017 - Part One

As September passes, the vintage-event season closes (with the Goodwood Revival), and the arrival of October brings with it the start of the fetish party season, for a three-month blast before Christmas (oh  no - I wrote the C-word in October!).  In many bedroom and closets around Europe, there is a whisper of noise as suitcases are pulled from under beds and latex clothing is polished to a shimmering sheen.

This year saw the party-season arrive in London with the London Fetish Weekend, actually spanning over four days.  With main events being organised by some of my lovely lady friends Zara DuRose and Mistress Absolute, I decided it was a definite date in my diary.

Thanks to booking in advance at the right time, it also meant that I managed to acquire a return ticket for just £22 on Virgin's super service from Manchester Piccadilly to London Euston.  So, Thursday morning, I was dressed and heading for Manchester's main station in plenty of time for my trip south - and wearing my heeled Dr.Marten boots with a view to a few days stomping around London's pavements.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - heading off for the London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Just over two hours after leaving Manchester, I arrived on-time at Euston.  I had hummed and hawed about which hotel to book for my stay in the city as the events were spread over quite a distance.  Eventually I had settled for a simple Travelodge - not because it was cheap (yeah, I'm a Yorkshire lass) but it meant a two-minute walk from the train station to the hotel.  After checking in on my arrival, I left the bags in my room and headed up Eversholt Street towards Camden Market - where I promised to meet a friend, C.

I was disappointed to find that my favourite Camden café, which was once Inspirals before becoming Campbell's Café, had changed again.  Now 'Heaven Canal Café', it had lost much of it's unique and wonderul menu and replaced it with a disappointing and generic fare.  I stayed for a small lunch to see if it was still good quality, but it won't be something I rush back to.  After refuelling, I headed into Camden Market to see Max Deviant at the Fetish Alternative Boutique, and met up with C there who had taken a leisurely stroll from his canal boat moored on the nearby Regents Canal.

After a quick chat with Max (the boutique was very busy, I'm pleased to say), C and I went back to his boat for a longer chat and a hot drink.  Down on the canal towpath, even just a few minutes' walk from Camden and the hustle and bustle of the great city, it was quite peaceful and a very different world.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Regents Canal, Camden.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Regents Canal, Camden.
I stayed on board whilst outside the sun set, and C and I reminisced about the early days of the fetish scene.  It was getting dark when I left to make my way back to Euston, but my gallant gent walked me back towards Kings Cross St. Pancras before reaching Euston.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Regents Canal, Camden.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - British Library, London.
I love London, and the city of seductively dark night-time streets is a very different beast to that of the daytime.  In the cooling evening air I certainly enjoyed the walk back to my hotel, savouring the beat of the black, neon-sprinkled heart of the night of London as it roused from daylight slumber.

I woke early on Friday with a full day planned, and set off for the tube station to head east and into the old city of London.  The Northern Line was crammed with soberly-dressed city workers, and I marvelled at how they can face such a journey every morning.  I got off the tube at Moorgate and walked through Spitalfields Market.  The area was fantastic - old buildings nestled low and close against towering palaces of steel and glass.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Around the market itself there was plenty to see as I walked, even though the market itself was only just opening for the day...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Feeling in need of a hot drink and soft chair before continuing my journey, I kept my eyes open for a suitable spot.  I did finally see one - appropriately named Pimps & Pin-Ups, with warm welcoming lights inside the open door. 

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Pimps & Pinups, Spitalfields, London.
I stepped through the doorway and found this instead...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Pimps & Pinups, Spitalfields, London.
What I thought was a cafe-bar was, in fact, a hairdressing salon.  The lovely girl behind the reception desk actually did offer to make me a drink and have a chat - so much for the myth that all Londoners aren't friendly to strangers!  Should I ever need such a service in London, then this is the place I'll head for - just to sit in the fantastic interior.

 I finally reached my destination just before midday - Brick Lane, or, more importantly, the small studios of legendary shoe designer Natacha Marro.  Almost twenty years ago I bought a pair of her fantastic fetish-inspired boots from an Erotica exhibition (if you remember those events!) and have worn them countless times over the years.  The quality is amazing, they fit my legs and ankles so well and skin-tight leather boots always look fabulous, of course.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - my Natacha Marro boots.
Unfortunately, as I was putting them on for a gentleman visitor a month or so ago I felt the platform soles going very soft.  I contacted Natacha who said they were repairable (such are the delights of bespoke footwear, it seems), so my long trip through the rush-hour commuters was with this aim in mind - to get my favourite boots repaired!

Her studio is a riot of wooden lasts, design examples, leather swatches and sewing equipment.  Her designs have graced the illustrious pages of Vogue, Playboy, et al., and Lady Gaga, Kat Von D and Angelina Jolie are numbered among her more well-known clients.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro, London.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro, London.
Her face lit up when I presented my boots.  It was a long time ago that she'd sold them but clearly remembered making them for the exhibition.  Of course, we ended up talking about a new pair of boots, too.  So, by the time I left the studio in mid-afternoon I had put down a deposit on some new boots - and I can't wait for them already!

By 4.00pm I was back in my Euston hotel and resting before the first of the weekend's big parties - Subversion.

The event was originally going to be at the Fire nightclub in Vauxhall, but a weekend before the event the Fire club cancelled the booking, leaving Mistress Absolut a very short time to find a replacement venue.  She did - and the Metalworks nightclub at Angel Islington had agreed to help out.  Still the old haunt of Torture Garden, the venue was certainly no stranger to the fetish scene.  One good thing about the change of venue - it was a lot closer than Vauxhall to my hotel.  Dressed in my leather trenchcoat with my latex Brigitte Moore dress (from my visit to Essen last year) and high heels underneath, I boarded the tube at 10.00pm and headed a few stops down to Angel.  A short walk later and I was at Subversion.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Brigitte More dress, at Essen 2016.
 I explored the club on arrival - I always like to get my bearings before the night really gets going and the club fills up.  Downstairs offered a large room with a bar and classic 1970's porn music, and a smaller room with more up-to-date club tracks.  Upstairs housed a dungeon/play area, a second bar and a couples room.

As always, the start of the evening was bumping into and chatting with old friends.  C made the short journey, too, and I also managed to bump into my old friend Rubber Ron.  A couple came over to join us - the lady a striking blonde with short hair, her friend a good-looking transvestite.  We chatted in the main ground-floor room, the sleazy music soundtrack loud enough to be heard but not too loud that you couldn't talk over it - perfect.  On a low-slung couch nearby two girls were eagerly kissing, their hands exploring each others bodies.  Wonderful - it looked like a potentially great night already.  Gorgeous girls strolled past in wonderful fetish attire - high heels, clinging latex, the whisper of nylon stockings and sensual perfumes.  Intoxicating.

As we stood and chatted, a stunning black girl eased through the crowd, her partner trailing behind her.  Dressed in tight lingerie that only just managed to cling to her fantastic curves and with long braided hair she was utterly gorgeous.  We caught each others eye and said in unison, "Wow, you look fabulous..." Two seconds later we were kissing, and I felt her tongue softly push between my lips.   I reciprocated, tasting her lipstick then the dark sweetness of her mouth whilst my hands delighted in the delicious soft curves of her hips and breasts.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me more forcefully - this was a girl who clearly knew what she wanted... in other words, my kind of girl.  We kissed and stoked each other for a little while, finally breaking apart for fresh air.

We kissed again, and my exploring hands discovered that under her little lingerie slip she wasn't wearing panties.  Her shaved cunt was soft and slippery.  We broke apart again, and said again in unison "Fancy a fuck?"

We dragged each other over to a circular seat/bed, half occupied by people resting their feet.  We had other ideas.  I sat my lover on the edge of the seat, then pushed her down into the middle of the soft round seat.  She spread her thighs and I eased between them, feeling her strength as she wrapped her legs around my hips.  We kissed again, and my hands hungrily stroked her body whilst our hips bucked against each other.  I traced my kisses down her sweet-scented body, before my darting tongue found its goal in the swelling of her cunt.  She tasted divine - her feminine juices heavy with musky pheromones.  I slipped a finger into the hot sheath of her cunt whilst my tongue traced her hard engorged clitoris.  I revelled in her orgasm, feeling her pleasure in my fingers and in the savoured delights on my tongue.

At that point I realised we had quite a large and appreciative audience - just in time for me to lay back on the bed, open up my thighs and allow my lover to lower her mouth to my pussy and work her black magic on me.  I felt two of her strong fingers ease into my oiled cunt.  Behind her a sea of faces watched our fucking.  I came whilst her fingers stroked my clenching cunt muscles and her tongue caressed my hard clit, my hips bucking and riding her strong hand.

Upon climbing off the bed/seat, I was introduced to a few of the watching crowd who were friends of my gorgeous lover.  I eventually rejoined my friends, though, and headed off upstairs to see if the playrooms there could match the action on the ground floor.

The dungeon equipment was certainly in full use, and above the music the sound of leather whips and against willing skin could be heard.  Soft yelps and whispered moans from pleasurable pain provided a choired chorus to the rhythmic beatings going on in the shadowed room.  I met up with the blonde and TV that I'd been speaking to on the ground floor.

Amid the sensual delights of the playroom I began kissing K, the TV.  I dropped my hand to the hem of her miniskirt, before slipping it underneath to find a hot and very stiff cock and tight balls.  I stroked her cock as we kissed, feeling the shaft harden under my attentive strokes.  In front of another watching crowd I dropped to my knees, lifted the hem of K's tight minidress and took her hot member into my mouth.

I sucked on K's cock, delighting in the hard heat as it slipped over my lips.  I decided I need it between my cunt lips instead, as my cunt juices were now pretty much running down my thighs at this point.  I stood and dragged K over to the Couples Room, only to find that there was a queue of over ten people waiting to get in.  Humph.  So much for spontaneous fucking, then.  I was so hot and ready, though, that I asked K if she fancied fucking me in the bar whilst I bent over, but with it being her first time to a club it was a bit more than she was ready for.  Maybe next time...

I managed to bump into G again, the dark-haired beauty that I fucked in the downstairs bar.  In between snogging each other again we did manage to chat a little bit more, at least.  I headed back to the main room downstairs and rejoined friends.  By 4.00am I had been partying for a good five and a half hours, and was finally feeling the effects of the long day.  I said my goodbyes and headed out into the cool night of Angel Islington.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - outside Subversion, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Unfortunately, being something of a technophobe means that I use an old Nokia as a mobile phone - and that means no Apps, therefore no Uber or similar.  That in turn meant a stroll from the club to the main junction at Angel Islington to wait for a taxi.  Now, as much as London is pretty much a 24-hour city these days, it doesn't mean that taxis are always sailing by.  There were buses, still, but the absence of any Oyster-card meant that wasn't an option anyway - I'd already learnt a lesson about getting on buses and expecting to pay with real money in London, of course

After a few minutes I decided that the best option was a gentle walk - I knew the direction I needed to be in, but also knew it was 30-minutes walk away - or 45 minutes in my high heels and tired feet after over five hours of partying.

I set off, trying to keep my eyes open for a yellow taxi light in the glare of car headlights and yellow street lights.  Luckily, after just a few minutes I caught the sight of one coming my way - a sight only bettered by the memory of G spreading her wonderful thighs in front of me.  Unfortunately it was heading in the wrong direction and so on the wrong side of the road for me to flag it easily, and I was at a point on Pentonville Road with little street-lighting on my side.  More luck, however - the taxi driver had caught sight of my bare legs as I ran onto the road to catch his attention, and I have to say climbing in the back of the warm cab was almost as much of a blessed joy as my orgasms earlier in the night.

In a bizarre twist of fate, it turned out the taxi driver knew Altrincham from visiting a few years ago - it's a small world sometimes.

By 5.00am, then, I was back in bed for a few hours sleep before more delights of the weekend unfolded on Saturday...