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...

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