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...

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