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.
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton. |
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton. |
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton. |
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.
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World. |
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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...
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - NOT The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World. |
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World. |
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.
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Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Torture Garden, Brighton. |
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...
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