Sunday, 10 December 2017

A Winter Break with Marilyn Manson

Through the icy rain the northern winds may blow  
But now your friendly music keeps me warm each night
It's the perfect pleasure you might never know
Come on, come on, come on  
You'll be alright...
Rock 'n' Roll Winter - Wizzard

Indeed, it is turning into a bit of a 'Rock N Roll Winter' this year.  Shortly after the aural assault that was HRH last month in Wales, on 4th December was now time for a rare visit of shock-rocker Marilyn Manson to Manchester.  Even better as it was a 'free' ticket - joining a friend as her better half couldn't make it due to work commitments.

So, dolled-up in skimpy top, leather jacket, fishnets, spray-on shorts and my Alexander McQueen studded fetish shoes, I made my way to one of the less-salubrious areas of Manchester where the O2 Apollo sat awaiting the congregation who had gathered to hear the words of the original AntiChrist Superstar.

Thankfully, the icy rain and northern winds mentioned in Wizzard's song remained at bay - especially as a queue of over a thousand people was snaked around the venue by the time I arrived.  That meant a bit of a wait - even after the doors had opened.

Soon, though, we had found our seats (up in the 'circle'), in plenty of time to snap a couple of photos before the support act, Amazonica.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Alexander McQueen shoes for Marilyn Manson.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a bit of rock-chick sleaze...
Finally, the lights dimmed and Amazonica arrived onstage.  A sexy and feisty blonde DJ, she played a non-stop whirl of industrial and vintage rock, all superbly mixed and delivering a stupendously rousing start to the night.  Led Zeppelin's 'Whole Lotta Love' fused with Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit', under-laid by a powerhouse of thundering techno industrial noise straight out of a metalwork factory.  Superb.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Amazonica.
It all seemed to be over far too quickly, and a very long wait before Marilyn Manson finally appeared.  It is now over twenty years since the band's first album, 'Portrait Of An American Family' and two decades since 'Antichrist Superstar' turned an unforgiving mirror to America's tarnished facade and caused outrage and horror in the USA, especially the Bible-belt of the southern states.  Manson's problem is that in the intervening years the world has become even more grotesque and crazy than it was in the late 1990s - with an American President a worse caricature than any that Manson could have imagined in his darkest nightmares, how could the singer still rage against the world with the same shocking venom, when the world itself is more insane and screwed up than ever?

Eventually the curtains parted and Manson and his band hit the stage at full speed - ripping through 'Revelation #12', even though the singer was still confined to a motorised wheelchair after breaking a leg when part of the stage section crashed down during the US stint of their tour.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
That incident, in New York back in October, was an irony probably not lost on Manson himself as the stage set featured two guns, a Manson obsession about America's own fatalistic gun obsession.  

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
Second song up, 'This Is The New Shit' had the sell-out crowd roaring its approval, Manson then delivering selections from an extensive back catalogue, but the flow was interrupted in between songs so that 'medics' could help Manson onto his feet and, towards the end of the show, onto a hospital bed - which he raged against like the only sane person in a mental asylum staffed by sociopaths, possibly a metaphor for how Manson sees himself and the world.  Indeed, in a world where America can deliver endless TV channels for right-wing evangelistic preachers, a Christian far-right that denounces homosexuality, consensual sexual relations and pornography, and yet has more guns per head than anywhere else in the world (and more gun-related murders) it is not hard to see why Manson has chosen to stand as an opponent and confront the madness head on.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
Unfortunately, it seemed the spell between the songs was getting longer and longer, and despite Manson statement that he was "a bit broken but you can't break me", it did appear that the singer was tiring towards the end.  Nevertheless, a rousing 'The Beautiful People', all the way from his 1996 Antichrist Superstar album closed the show in a raging and emotional finale.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
Under the circumstances then, a great show, but if they ever return to Manchester I'll make a point of going again in the hope of seeing an unbridled Manson raging at the world as only he can.

The following day I had a little more Christmas joy.  Back in October, whilst I was in London for the London Fetish Weekend, I made the trip over to Natacha Marro on Brick Lane to have my pair of black leather fetish boots repaired.  I also put in an order for a new pair, with a 1950's fetish-style.  Both pairs of boots finally arrived on Tuesday - my old black pair lovingly restored to their fuckable fetish glory, and my new pair of shiny patent fetish boots.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro boots!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro boots!
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro boots!
The new skin-tight boots were designed with an aim to be able to wear them for very long periods, either during the day or at fetish clubs, hence the vintage-styled heels and platforms.  Hopefully I'll be able to get them out during the day soon and have some proper snaps taken.

Friday, 1 December 2017

Torture Garden, Brighton 2017

Last Saturday the alarm clock was set early, and I was up at the astonishing time of 5.30am in order to get ready for a trip to Brighton.  It's not often I'm up at this time of the day, of course, (I am a 'Lady Of The Night', after all, not a 'Lady Of The Oh My God It's Only Fucking 5.30am').  In all honesty, I wasn't intending to be up at that time, but I'd set the time wrong on the clock, so was up an hour earlier than planned.

Still, I wasn't quite ready for when my carriage arrived at 8.30am, but before 9.00am we were on our way south.  A trouble-free journey was broken up by stop off at Meejana in Weybridge for lunch, Lebanese-style, before we finally got to our hotel at 2.00pm.  Sadly, due to my travelling companions' work commitments, there wouldn't be time for a walk around Brighton, so it was a straight-forward 'there and back again' kind of trip.  That meant an afternoon kip before getting ready for the night ahead.  Yes, it was Torture Garden, and their fetish night taking a trip of it's own to the seaside resort. 

I dressed in my Cathouse outfit that comprised of a long transparent robe with matching stockings and panties.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton.
It wasn't my first trip to the venue - I'd been to Stanmore House back in June, but didn't have a very good time thanks to a bout of heatstroke.  At least there was no chance of that in this weather.  My original plan was to get to the venue, early and snap some photos outside the stunning mansion house in the gardens, but the weather wasn't quite playing ball.  By 8.30pm it was already icing up the cars in the hotel car park, so I didn't quite fancy posing in my thin latex and freezing my extremities off. 
First stop - the bar. After buying my rum and coke I had a wander.  The upstairs dungeons were cordoned off - no doubt still getting ready for the night ahead, but the downstairs area already had a dance room pounding out hardcore techno, whilst those with more refined musical tastes could listen to a somewhat more eclectic mix in the second and main dance area.  There was plenty of lovely seating areas and - joy of joys - even some roaring log fires.  I joined a latex-clad gent in front of the blazing fire, conscious of walking that thin tightrope between keeping warm and melting the latex of my robe whilst we chatted.

Eventually the club filled up, and the extra body heat soon warmed the rest of the rooms.  More friends joined the group and I managed to catch up with Zara DuRose, who would be overseeing one of the S&M Playrooms upstairs.

I found myself back at the bar, this time buying a can of Old Jamaica Ginger Beer.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.
The barman rang it into the till.  "£4.20" he said.  No, I wasn't buying a case of the bloody things, and expect some mark-up on the normal costs - these are probably about 60p from a supermarket - but that was highway robbery.  The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World was duly poured into a glass and I wandered off, feeling ever-so-slightly robbed - I wondered if the person who recently bought this...


... for $46,437,500 felt the same way afterwards.  At least they got to keep the bloody thing, though.

As expected, the venue was now full of some gorgeous ladies and gents, with suitably superb outfits.  The two upstairs dungeon/playrooms were busy with a steady flow of people using the equipment and furniture provided.  I had a quick look in the 'Couples Room' (I had to french-kiss the girl I was nosing around with to prove we were a 'couple' before being allowed to enter - OK for me, but for my straight and definitely not-bisexual friend, probably not so OK!) but there didn't seem to be much happening.

Midway through the night I bumped into a gorgeous young lady that I'd met briefly at the Zara DuRose party during the London Fetish Weekend.  This time around I had a little more chance to chat to the lovely Gothic Girl in the quieter upstairs area.  Feeling decidedly frisky, we headed off to the Couples Room - only to find a long queue waiting to get in.  'Bollocks to that', I thought.  "We could just have fun here," I said, "it is a fetish club after all..."

We walked over to a low seat in the upstairs bar - the bar area also acted as a thoroughfare between the couples room, the two dungeon playrooms and was the access point for the large stairway.. but playing in public has never been a hindrance to me, thankfully.  I sat back on the seat, removed my latex panties and Gothic Girl knelt between my parted thighs and began licking my excited cunt.  She slid a finger into the oiled sheath of my pussy, keeping a steady rhythm and pressure as she finger-fucked me and licked my clit at the same time.  I glanced up to see a small crowd of watching faces, just as I felt the familiar waves of the rush of orgasm swell over my cunt.

We swapped places, and I took my time undoing Gothic Girl's tight top and peeling off her panties.  I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on her small but gorgeous tits.  She spread her legs a little more and I dipped my head between her perfumed thighs and began to lick her pussy.  She tasted absolutely divine, a heady sweetness of pheromones that rampaged through my senses.  So much for taking it slowly - I dived in, licking and sucking every drop of her luscious liqueur that I could, and it seemed as though she was dancing on my tongue and probing fingers in no time as she came.

We chatted for a while afterwards before rejoining our friends.  Feeling in need of more refreshment I went back to the bar.  It was my turn to buy a small round of drinks - this time I was going to need three Ginger Beers.  I passed my order to Dick Turpin, sorry, the barman, and girded myself for the £13 bill.  "The tills have gone down, so I can't ring it through," said Mr. Turpin.  I passed over my £20 note and got £2 back.  I queried the cost.  Yes, inflation being what it is (or must be in this part of the world), the cost was now £18 for the three drinks.  £6 per can of Ginger Beer.  That meant that this...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - NOT The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.
... was now no longer The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.  At £6 per can, this was...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.
Robbing twats.  At least the original Dick Turpin wore a mask to hide his face whilst committing his shameful deeds.

By 2.00am the club was emptying, and I found myself chatting to the chap that I'd met earlier in the night in front of the fire.  I could see the outline of his cock and balls beneath the latex of his trousers, and began to feel the need of some more fun.  "Fancy checking out the Couples Room?" I asked.  He agreed and we wandered over... only to find it closed for the night.  Sadly, the chap wasn't quite ready for some public play, so my one bout of fucking with Gothic Girl would be my only fun that night.  At least I finished the night bereft of my panties - always the sign of a good time.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Torture Garden, Brighton.
At nearly 3.00am it was time to leave, and we headed back into the freezing night.  Just twenty minutes later I was in my warm bed.

The Torture Garden event marked what was really the last of the year's fetish events - but what a fetish year it has been, with Berlin, Hamburg, and the London Fetish Weekend among various other parties, too.  It's taken up a lot of money, but I have had some truly wonderful times and met some wonderful people.

So, with December now upon us, it is full-steam ahead for Christmas and hopefully a few more nights out.  In the meantime, if you fancy spreading some good cheer (or, if not, spreading me instead...), having your cockles warmed and enjoying the season of love, then give me a call.  I have some lovely warming Ginger Beer chilling in the fridge, too, if you really want to splash out...