Getting kinky with friends
I love witnessing friends and strangers in their erotism
I love being witnessed in my erotism
So when a girlfriend, Kink Queen, invited me to a kink club Friday night, I couldn't refuse.
Revelling in mere moments of Melbourne sunshine, I prepared for my evening with champagne and an espresso martini, then headed to my girlfriends for a kinky glow up.
The club would be kink only. Which, my friend explained, allowed the experience to feel safe, everyone would be on the same 'level.'
I feel I have a few fun and sexy clothes. But when this Queen unloaded her drawers, I realised I was mistaken.
With some dirty bass tunes flowing through her quirky apartment the parade began.
Maybe a latex dress? A corset? A lace number? A collar? A harness? Chains?
With every outfit we flaunted we celebrated each other's bodies until we chose our evening look.
Finishing off a wine, we popped our disguises over the real outfit, and jumped in an uber bound for King street.
Entering I felt a cute, almost dorky energy in the air.
With all disguises removed there were g-stringed bums, bare breasts, and an endless arrangement of sexy black outfits on display.
The wearers were confident yet not all were boastful, some were quiet and others marched up the stairs ready for action…whatever that might entail?
I was introduced to Kink Queens Dominatrix friend. She had just noticed a naked man laying at the bottom of a stairway and invited me to come and try out 'trampling.'
Trampling, I learned, is when someone's fetish is to be stood on / trampled.
As we approached him she further informed me that the testicles can withstand 70 kgs of weight before being at risk of...popping. Great information to have.
The Dom then proceeded to kneel down to the tramplee and ask him his limits, then told him to raise his hand if it was too much.
With her 6"stiletto she stood up and onto this bare-assed stranger.
I naturally followed suit, standing on his chest, then his face (a desire of his), then his balls.
After a little while of trampling I felt bored and popped down to leave the expert to it.
More friends had arrived and we rushed to celebrate each other in our sexy attire, then it was show time.
Having gotten to know each other through Ecclectica, a ritual dance school, we were like close friends who were still unravelling details about each other's lives .
And we were about to witness Kink Queen in her element.
A woman who had been tied with Shibari moved from the stage and our girl stood forward.
Kink Queen and the rigger (tier) exchanged words and boundaries and then he proceeded to artfully tie up her body.
We watched her go into a trance as he tied her wrists to the 'crucifix' style cross, and then tied her legs apart and blindfolded her...
From out of the crowd trampling Dom appeared, she grabbed Kink Queens mouth, spat in it, then reached into her kinky-poppins bag.
Pulling out a mega vibrator, me and the girls sitting on the sidelines held our breath.
The Rigger grabbed Kink Queen in a choke hold so she couldn't move and Trample Dom launched the jittering vibrator onto her vulva - her entire body convulsed, and we shuddered along with her.
Back to the kinky-poppins bag the Rigger grabbed out a red candle.
Together Trample Dom and Rigger played a game of dripping candle wax onto her body whilst intermittently mouth spitting and vibrator thrusting
We friends / audience members were thrilled, tickled, shocked and delighted - witnessing our sister actively surrendering, allowing herself to be witnessed in her eros, her pleasure, her embodiment, her exhibitionism.
As the scene wound down I chatted to another Dom friend dressed in the most sexy latex dress, asking how I'd liked the scene?
I shared that I had loved it, and maybe would like to try something similar some time.
"This is the place for exploring,'' she smirked.
Heading downstairs to check out the dance floor, I felt a desire to move freely.
I went to put my bag down, as I bent a sexy, quirky, bare bottomed babe caught my eye.
"Having a good night?" She asked.
“I certainly am, what about you?” I enquired.
“Well I'm actually looking for someone to spank…”
“Well...I think I could oblige.”
“Great,” she said standing up, her now visible flogger in her grip, "here will do".
She shimmied my latex skirt up, stroked my bottom tenderly, and proceeded to spank, check in with me, spank, check in again and spank.
Then my trampling Dom friend and her kinky-poppins bag appeared.
Handing my spanker an arsenal of spanking devices, she asked me:
“Do you want to try any of these?''
To which I replied that, “I'm pretty much on field research right now, go for it.”
She took me and my bottom through a tour of a flogger, horse whip, paddle, bare hand, and some sharp thing that didn't get more than one tap.
Having wondered where I'd gone, at some point the dance-floor gals realised that the sexy bum being spanked by another sexy bum was me.
They came over to congratulate me on my spankitude.
Once my manifested scene was complete Kink Queen and I were spanked, candled and vibrated out.
We had a quick dance at a bar nearby and headed home.
So...am I a converted kink Queen now?
I love all things sexuality.
When a space welcomes, celebrates and encourages the expression of sexuality, no matter how 'out there', I'm pretty much happy.
I have never considered myself a part of the BDSM world, I definitely feel more Tantric.
I discovered that I enjoy some spanking and I'm certain there are more I could enjoy with experimentation.
The thing I love about the BDSM world and crowd, is that they have thoroughly bridged a gap between sexuality and safety that almost no other social groups I've seen can match.
I'll be the first to say that a lot of Tantra is full of smoke and mirrors.
I went to the club that night and felt completely comfortable to be half naked around strangers having my bum whacked knowing I was safe.
Not a single person wolf whistled, touched me without consent, ogled or…anything of that nature.
At the pub where Kink Queen and I had danced I felt completely uncomfortable in my outfit, I felt looked at, talked about and I just didn't want to be there.
I'm not writing this blog to tell you all that you need to become kinky and pour your candles over yourself, I'm writing this because I want to celebrate that sexuality has a place in society and that the BDSM world embodies this so beautifully.
So I'll leave the title of Kink Queen to my Kink Queen and her pals, but I will definitely keep attending these events to explore, learn, and find out how I can bridge safety and sexuality into my own spaces more and more.
After all, I might never have learnt how strong testicles are otherwise ;)
