Sunday, 3 February 2019

Zaza Du Rose - Scala, London

A day after my ballet delights at the Palace Theatre, I was out of bed fairly early and, case packed,  on my way to Manchester's Piccadilly train station.  Just over two hours later I was disembarking at Euston, London.  As much as I love London, it remains an expensive place to visit once travel, hotels and refreshments are taken into account, so there's usually a definite reason I'm in the capital.  This time it was for Zara DuRose, hosting a fetish party at the Scala nightclub in Kings Cross.

Looking back at the blog, it seems the last time I was in London was the London Fetish Weekend... in October 2017!    Amazing to think that since then I've been to Hamburg a couple of times, Prague and Venice.

I found my hotel, suitably located next door to Scala.  It looked familiar... and then I realised.  All the way back in 2004 (fifteen years ago - FIFTEEN - blimey!) I'd attended a Torture Garden event at Scala.  Back then I'd been wearing a tight vintage girdle (that delightfully exposed my pussy), stockings and heels.

Two things I remember especially from the night - one, laying back on a table in the club, rubbing my soft gloves over my clit, masturbating myself, whilst two guys wanked themselves in front of me, and, midway through the night (it was a hot April night, from memory) I'd wandered to the outside mezzanine area with friends.  It was a bit crowded, but on one of the large tables a threesome was energetically in action - one lovely lady laid back on the table whilst one guy, stood between her splayed thighs, enthusiastically pumped his hard cock into her willing pussy and his wingman filled her open mouth with his own erection.  It may have been more erotic had the two men not literally fucker her off the table (and with a very funny but not quite sexy ongoing commentary from my friend G).  At one point I looked up to see a hotel next door (bearing in mind this was long after midnight) - to see two young kids looking out at the spectacle below.  "That's probably at least one fetishist being born right there," I thought.

Back to 2019, though, and although I shouldn't be booking in until 3.00pm, a few eyelash flutters and a slightly heaving chest (from pulling my heavy suitcase all the way from Euston, not an intentional flirt) and the young chap was handing the keys over.

Unpacked, and time for a few snapshots later purely for titillation and my website...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel room, London.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - corset, gloves, high heels - hotel room, London.
I headed to bed, to get a couple of hours rest before the long and hopefully exciting night ahead.

A few hours later and I was clambering out of bed for the second time that day (although I'm usually getting out of bed a few more times than that if  I'm having a busy day at 'work'!).  Into the shower, make-up on and now a decision on what to wear.

I'd brought two outfits - a long red lace gown with vagina-high splits (easy-access, just in case of a really fun night) and a simple classic black latex catsuit - an item I'd not worn in years.  The catsuit won (thankfully, as it was to turn out later).

The doors for Scala opened at 9.00pm, and I was determined to get there on time and take a snapshot or two before the venue filled up.  I slid into my oiled catsuit and stepped into my high-heeled sandals.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - latex catsuit, hotel corridor, London.
I walked outside into the London night - it was bloody freezing.  Thank heavens for booking a hotel next door!  I got to the doors of the club - outside, quite large groups of young guys were hanging around, all wearing a similar 'uniform' of t-shirts/baggy black tops, skinny black jeans and sneakers.  "I wonder what this lot are doing here?" I thought.  There were a few comments as I passed them, but nothing beyond "Wow", "Look at her..." type stuff.  I was soon inside Scala, even though it wasn't officially open (the benefits of knowing the ZDR team!).

I then realised that this was going to be a ZDR event unlike others - Zara had made quite a coup in booking a three-piece hardcore DJ outfit called Black Tiger Sex Machine some months ago, to play their first UK gig at the event.  Since organising the booking, Black Tiger Sex Machine's reputation had exploded in the US and Europe, meaning that there was quite a demand for the UK debut.  Zara had made the decision to mix the fetish event with a BTSM club night - well advertised on the tickets and info, but of course I'd not read it.  I was pleased I'd chosen the catsuit - my lace dress that exposes my pussy when I walk might not have been the best choice, given the circumstances.

The main room was the choice for the dance/club area - the fetishists (identified by yellow wristbands) at least had an extra (top) floor were we could get away from the club crowd.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Zara DuRose, Scala, London.

Although inside the club, the temperature felt as though it remained as cold as outside - no doubt the owners of Scala were keeping the costs down by relying on the crowds to heat the place up.

Slowly the club began to fill - the dance/BTSM fans and fetishists eyeing each other warily.The two groups didn't quite mix, initially.  A man clambering into his latex outfit with some difficulty looked around for assistance - seeing me in a latex catsuit and so one of 'his' tribe came over to ask if I'd help.

A few minutes later another guy approached, head to toe in leather-look fetish gear.  We started chatting, and he was interesting as well as attractive.  "Hmmm," I thought, "I might have some fun there later."

Eventually the top floor opened and a few of the fetish crowd wandered upstairs.  It was quieter without the dance crowd, and a large play area with multiple BDSM furniture took up much of the space.  Sadly, I couldn't see any other play areas suitable for fucking in, so my plans of having my leatherman fuck me were already heading out the window into the freezing night.  Plus, it was still very cold in the top room without a mass of bodies to warm it.

I met up with a few old friends like Rubber Ron, who I've now known for over twenty years, since the old Submission days at Bagleys in Kings Cross.

At 11.00pm a few of us wandered downstairs to see Black Tiger Sex Machine, due on stage as the hour chimed.  Sadly, the hour chimed but there was no sign of BTSM.  It later transpired that they were flying in to London that night from France, doing the ZDR gig at Scala, then flying straight back out again.  Unfortunately, Air France lost all of their equipment and had to re-route it to London so the trio could perform... a few hours late!

Eventually the luggage made it, and dancefloor heaved and thumped as the bass-heavy beats shook Scala's foundations.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Black Tiger Sex Machine, Zara DuRose, London.
 I danced amongst the swirling crowd for a while, enjoying the rhythms and body-heat, but after a while I began to feel as though my ears were going to bleed, such was the volume of bass, so  I headed back upstairs, where the dungeon play area was full of people playing.  It was still chilly in the top room, but I was sure I'd be unzipping my catsuit for some fun should the chance arise.  Sadly, the temperature and lack of softer play areas meant that this night (a rare thing at a Zara DuRose party) I'd be unfulfilled.

There was a slightly bizarre ending to the night, where one of the ladies in the group began showing photos or herself in what can only be described as an extremely tight camel-toe situation.  The guys in the group were all quite enthused by the photos and discussion, which for some reason ended up with myself and two other ladies getting our pussies out and comparing the size of our labias.  After a few years of having the assistance of numerous guys sucking on mine, I thought they were the winner.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - luscious lips.
 By 4.00pm I was ready to head for the warmth of the hotel room - the club had noticeably got cooler and cooler once again as people left after the BTSM show.  I made a slight detour to walk a friend back to her own hotel nearby, so by the time I reached my own hotel I was feeling slightly frozen, my thin skintight catsuit offering absolutely no protection from the nigh time chill.

A very hot shower later and I was in bed, wrapped up and with my ears still ringing from the aural assault of Black Tiger Sex Machine.  Zara already has plans for the next couple of events - I'll have to make up for what was a quiet night this time around.. even if my ears didn't agree.

Monday, 21 January 2019

Swan Lake, Moscow City Ballet

A belated Happy New Year for the first blog of the new year.  Looking back, last year was quieter than usual on the blog front - three big European jaunts (Hamburg in March, Venice in July and Prague in October took care of much of my finances in 2018 - especially Venice, for which I'd already decided to not do on the cheap.

Finances aside, other reasons transpired to make it a quiet year.  Politically it was a crazy year, what with Trump and Brexit filling the media, but my blog was never intended to be a political soapbox anyway - others can write with far more understanding and clarity on such subjects.  Indeed, the only way of getting politics onto my blog will be via implications in the sex trade... such as the continued campaign by the governments of Europe (Germany is trying to put the lid on sex work, Amsterdam's red-light district is being pushed to close down street by street. so it's not just here in the UK) and of course the impending censorship of the internet.

People never learn, do they?  Trying to close off free-speech and voices (and vices for that matter) always ends up with the authorities on the losing end.  People just find new ways, like during the prohibition in the US in the 1920s and 30s.  Besides, when it comes to censoring the internet for sexual matters, who would you trust to know best - a government employee (who either loses data files on a train of has more leaks than the Titanic) or a 14 year old IT geek?  No, I think Pandora's Box (and I'm sure I've seen a delicious video of Pandora getting her box well and truly filled by three handsome beaus somewhere on the internet) has been opened and closing it now will be a momentous task, forgetting about the cost implications of monitoring it - because of course our beloved government is awash with money at the moment... oh, er...

Anyway, and linked with all that in a way, is the continued closing down of fetish clubs around the country.  London lost another late last year - Subversion closed its doors for the final time after the illness and subsequent loss of one of its driving members and after numerous battles to find venues around the city.  Indeed, Mistress Absolute told me that the club had no less than 39 venues in its tenure.  Even here in Manchester we lost Cirque, a club that for a while became a second home - albeit the kind of home where you meet up with other sexually deviant friends and have lovely, inhibited fucking with them in the lounge amongst a sea of people.

The result is that there are now fewer places to go in the UK, the European events remain (for the moment) far more interesting and rude, but there are cost implications, of course... so we'll see what 2019 brings.

One thing that I never experienced (and therefore never blogged about) but have wanted to tick off for some time though was a visit to see a ballet.  When I heard that the Moscow City Ballet was visiting Manchester for one performance of Swan Lake (top of my ballet list... and a Russian troupe at that) I was on the old internet straight away to grab a seat.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Swan Lake, Moscow City Ballet.
 So, on Friday, on one of the coldest nights of the winter so far (it began snowing at one point) I headed off to the Palace Theatre to see if I would be bored or blown away by ballet.  I arrived a little early, so popped into the nearby Refuge Bar for a quick pre-show drink.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Refuge, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Refuge, Manchester.
The last time I was in the building I was actually visiting the The Principal, the hotel next door for a seductive sexual tryst with a lovely gentleman... ah, wonderful memories.

Cocktail finished, I joined the waiting queues at the Palace Theatre and eventually the floors were opened and I found my seat.  Inside, that theatre was beautiful, with classic deep reds and gold everywhere.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Palace Theatre, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Palace Theatre, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Palace Theatre, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Palace Theatre, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Palace Theatre, Manchester.
Down in the pits the orchestra was tuning up.  Soon, the bell rang to indicate five minutes before curtain up.

The orchestra started their beautiful intro, the curtain rose, and for the next three and half hours we were transported to another world.

The story of Swan Lake, in a nutshell, is that Prince Siegfried has reached the age where he has to marry.  He doesn't want to settle down.  A Ball is held to try and find a suitable suitor, but he rejects them all.  His best friend Benno spies a flock of wild swans and suggests a hunting expedition to cheer the young royal.  Unbeknown to the Prince, one of swans is beautiful Odette, a young lady under the spell of evil Von Rothbart, who has damned Odette to be a swan during the day and can only return to being a woman during the night.  Siegfried spies the young lady and they fall in love.  Knowing true love can break his spell, Von Rothbart plans to trick the Prince.

At the Prince's betrothal Ball the evil Von Rothbart appears with his daughter Odile, who has been magically transformed to look exactly like Odette.  The Prince is captivated, thinking that Odile is Odette, and agrees to marry her.  Von Rothbart then reveals Odile in her true likeness, and the Prince sees the deception.

The Prince runs to the lake to find his true love, Odette, but is too late - she is lost forever.  The Prince and Von Rothbart fight until the death, and in the dying of Von Rothbart the rest of Odette's swans are released from their own spell.  The Prince dies from his own injuries, joining Odette forever in the afterlife.

I was mesmerised, and the stunning performance from Liliya Orekhova as shy and frightened Odette/vampish Odile was magical and beautiful and genuinely brought tears to my eyes.  By the time the curtain came down (three times, such was the stupendous applause for the whole troupe) I had been bewitched myself by the performance, and floated like a swan on a still, moonlit lake all the way home.  A night I will never forget.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Palace Theatre, Manchester.