Are You Kinky?
Kinky is a word I always felt rather connected to. Having grown up with a super liberated sense of sexuality and a hunger to find out all I could about it, I felt I surely fitted into the category of that word. But if I thought about it, I didn’t really know what that word truly meant...
So I looked up Kinks definition and wikipedia gave me this:
“In human sexuality, kinkiness is the use of non-conventional sexual practices, concepts or fantasies. The term derives from the idea of a "bend" in one's sexual behaviour, to contrast such behaviour with "straight" or "vanilla" sexual mores and proclivities.”
I love words, but defining an apple pie is very different from seeing a freshly baked apple pie being pulled directly from the oven.
I wanted to see what Kink was really about.
I've been a member of the website FetLife for some time and finally decided it was time for me to attend an event. I was invited as a guest to Melbourne's female run Kink Club
- The Club. With their strict kink dress code, I pulled out the purple wig and black lycra, and drove myself to the Footscray.
It was still daylight when I arrived and I wasn’t quite sure if I was at the correct warehouse. Out of my rearview mirror I saw two 40 something year old babes wearing leather corsets which thrust up their titties sky high and outlined their derrieres so juicily that all doubts of my GPS location faded.
As I made my way through the entrance I was warmly welcomed by the hosts and introduced to my guide; MSB77. MSB77 led me inside and before me were 40 kinked out people mingling together.
Beyond them was a warehouse filled with an X-rated playground. The space was partitioned into a grid and in each section was a different ‘scene’. There were suspension cables for rope play, cages for pet play, crosses for punishment / pain play, and a medical room for the more extreme play.
As my host continued to induct me to the scene I watched as these kinksters welcomed each other, greeted with hugs and kisses, just like any ordinary Saturday club event. But it was certainly not an ordinary club - The Club - MSB77, had decided that their kink venue would be drug and alcohol free - the only dry kink club in Melbourne.
Soon the mingling phase came to an end and couples made their way to chosen play stations. I had been spying one particular fairy for some time. Dressed in a flimsy wings and bra attire she floated to a suspension play spot where her much larger, much older playmate met her.
They sat talking for some time setting up their play rules. Rules would include boundaries, consent, safewords, desires, and limitations.
Rules in place, they began. The fairy began to run away and the partner pursued her with ropes - binding up each flailing limb he could capture with strong bindings.
I learn that this could be one of two relationships, either a Submissive (Sub) and Dominatrix (Dom) relationship or a tops and bottoms relationship. Subs and Doms will normally remain in their role at all times within a relationship. Whereas, tops and bottoms can change daily, weekly, or even within the evening of play.
I scanned the room and saw that another couple were embodying the tops and bottoms dynamic. They were rough housing, throwing each other to the ground and seeing who was stronger from moment to moment. It was like watching children wrestle; only ones cock was bulging from blue latex and the other’s big beautiful breasts covered in masking tape were slapping about.
MSB77 told me that Kink was a form of freedom for those who walked through her club's doors. Many had left bad marriages, had histories of trauma, or had high powered jobs which pigeon holed them into power dynamics - all of them came to kink because it was a place where they were safe, and unjudged to express their ‘darker’ parts.
‘We’re all chasing a high - but not the kind from drugs, alcohol, shopping, or dating app swiping - the high of pleasure and pain - and the fine line between them.’
As I took in her words I looked up to see a beautiful, unexpected sight walking towards the X- style crucifix, an enormous biker man and his heavily pregnant partner. Stripping himself out of most of his leathers, he was left with only a thong. The pregnant beauty then put a collar around his neck and it was clear who was in charge for this play.
He knelt down before her and they kissed so tenderly it made me melt. They released the embrace and he turned to face his chosen crucifix.
‘They are in a 50 / 50 power exchange right now - he is letting her do this as equally as she is choosing to do it’ MSB77 - we were both watching to see what pregnant beauty would do next.
Like a chef carrying all their utensils to the kitchen, she revealed her bag of whips - grabbing two more soft looking floggers, she began to warm up his back with soft lashes, his leg twitched but he was steady. She changed whips and gripped it like a baseball bat. WHOOP. It cained down upon him and she smirked, then kissed his shoulder as he grimaced and groaned.
I noticed that the sound of the bum and flesh smacks were now echoing through the whole space.
I turned to my left and the fairy was entirely suspended with her Pussy exhibited to the room. I turned, behind me one of the juicy derriere ladies from the parking lot was bent over with welts on her bum from endless spanking. I turned to my right and a solo play woman was tying up her huge breasts to look like cupcakes.
‘Come see this CNB specialist in the medical corner,’ MSB77.
CNB? Well, Cock and ball torture...what else? A thirty something year old Dom woman had laid her 60 something year old Sub onto the medical table. She was preparing gasoline for fire play.
The Sub lay willingly as his beautiful Dom began to light his skin, cock, and balls on fire. She did it with love, care, and absolute precision so that the flame was extinguished before it could begin to burn.
‘It feels just like having one of those hot rocks massages,’ said a kinkster over my shoulder - quite the crowd had gathered to watch this fire play.
Spying the clock I noticed it was nearly 11pm and many of the original players had already left, while others were deep in their aftercare process.
Aftercare is the most important part of play; the Dom / Topper will cuddle, caress and hold their Sub / Bottom to check in and integrate after their play experience.
The Club would be closing in an hour and no more play was allowed to commence after 11:30.
Feeling a need to yawn, I thanked MSB77 and got into my van. As I took off my wig I thought about how much the world of Kink could teach the rest of the world about consent, boundaries, truth speaking, desire seeking, acceptance, and welcoming.
Looking at my natural hair in the mirror I wondered if I was really a Kinkster?
Then I remembered something MSB77 had said - ‘Some people think they are not ‘kinky enough’ for this world, but there is no such thing as a minimum to Kink. It’s all about allowing yourself to try, in a club or in your bedroom. And one thing I know is that the popularity of that horrid book, 50 shades of Gray, tells me there are plenty of people out there waiting for it to be okay to try.’
I had seen the apple pie, but I guess the only way to really know what it was like, would be to taste it.
