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Latex is fun
Latex is fun 
LunarKitten
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Marquis said:
mmm...latex...
I can't wait for Dragon Con this year....Master says he's gonna paint my top side up and I can walk around in that and a skirt
Marquis
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Marquis goes to the Fetish Club
So much happened it's hard to think where I should start.
From where I left off.
I brought my latex home with child-like anticipation. I did a few sprints along the beach to pump up a little. Took a shower, oiled down and slid into my Matrix costume. I oiled the outside too to shine it up.
I went to see the gayboys upstairs to return some tools I borrowed and had them take some pictures of me in my outfit.
Then I hit the road. The club was in an area of South Florida I don't hang out at much, since I have downtown nightlife much closer to me. It seemed like a cool area, much quieter than Lauderdale. I didn't see many people outside, and for a while I was worried it was going to be a bust. I gave my ticket, got my shoulder stamped and went inside. The more I walked around the bigger the place seemed. There were two small dance floors and lots of lounging area. All the lounge areas had racks where you could tie people to and whip.
One thing was immediately obvious. Many of the guests in their latex outfits, adorned with handcuffs and whips didn't know shit about S&M. It was a fun little game for them, a fashion statement. Not a primal urge or even a powerful lust. The D/s shows were dissapointing. I gotta bring a sub to the club sometime, I'll show them something to ooh and ahh at.
I walked around a lot, and despite how many people were there, it became obvious that I was alone, and I think people were put off by this. I suppose I can't blame them, people who go places on their own tend to be on the creepy side.
I flirted with the bartender and drank vodka cranberries while I watched people dressed as vampires and nazis, brides and nurses do their silly white people "anything counts as dancing" boogie. There was a serious lack of single women at the club, and women in general seemed to be much fewer than the men.
I ran into three people I knew. A sub I had met on the internet and played with previously. A guy who used to work at a bowling alley I went to in highschool, although we couldn't remember where we knew each other from at the time. And a cute girl I met at a club about a month ago. She was being led by her master and was not allowed to speak to me.
I started to get bored, so I drank some more. I asked some guy if I could whip his girl and he looked at me like I had just taken my dick out and started pissing on his shoes. I searched desperately for a girl to whip, but all whippees were jealously guarded by at least one, sometimes several men.
Finally, I set my sights on a gorgeous mocha skinned goddess leading a faggot on a dog leash. She whipped him against a post, then challenged anyone in the audience to come take a beating without flinching. I raised my hand and she called on me immediately.
I learned many things in this experience. One, is that I definitely have a masochistic streak in the right environment. Two is that it is totally possible to top someone from the bottom, as was my plan.
She pulled me over and her little boi wearing nothing but a bucket hat, tiny latex short and a dog collar started strapping me to the rack. I refused to be strapped backwards.
"You don't make the rules honey," the voluptious vixen snapped at me. I started to walk away, but she grabbed my wrist, "ok, but its going to hurt even more in the front."
I peeled my shirt off and her assistant strapped one of my arms down. I started to feel a little tense, and the obviously threatened looks this little sub boi were giving me were pissing me off. He snatched my sunglasses off my face, but I couldn't afford to lose that advantage my first time being whipped. I had no idea how much it would hurt, and pain is seen in the eyes. I asked him to give it back to me and he spun around and started to walk away like he hadn't heard me. I grabbed his leash and yanked him back like a stupid dog finding the end of his rope when he's trying to chase a car.
"Put them back, NOW!" I commanded. He had this look on his face like "what's wrong with you?" and I started to feel a little guilty. I might've had 100 pounds on this kid. He put my glasses back on and tied my other hand. His woman was visibly titilated by my little display of masculinity and I felt even worse.
I gritted my teeth, tightened up my muscles and waited for it. She started off very lightly and continually asked me if I was ok. At no point did she even begin to test my limits for pain, which I don't think are even that high. I stared at her coldly through my glasses and I could see a little excitement and fear in her eyes.
She leaned in close and whispered "you're so hot" into my ear. I put my mouth up to her ear like I was going to say something, but I bit her earlobe instead. Surprised she pulled back and looked at me. I stared back at her and licked my teeth. It was all over. Her whole demeanor changed. She started to smile and act shy. She untied me and we took a seat in one of the lounge areas. We small-talked a little but her boy kept interrupting with rude comments.
I chose a peaceful means of diffusing the situation. I asked the domme if he was gay and she said yes. I smiled at him sweetly and told him he was so pretty (which he was), such nice bone structure, if he just put on a few pounds he would be totally hot. He blushed like a school girl and said that was his new year's resolution. He went to get us rum and cokes, while I chatted with his Top.
I lost track of how much I had been drinking, and after a few more rum and cokes I started feeling queasy. I went up to go to the bathroom and stood over the toilet for a while. I didn't feel like I was going to puke so I went to find a place I could sit quietly for a while. I didn't want to see the bitch or her boi again, so I lay down on a couch downstairs. I don't know what time it was then or how long I had been in the club, but I didn't wake up until I heard:
"hey buddy, you gotta go."
It was 4:30. All the lights were on and the place was empty. I stumbled up and made my way to the bar to close my tab. I couldn't take it anymore, and I puked right in front of the cute bartender I had been flirting with all night. She gave me a bottle of water and I gave her a big tip.
I felt horrible. I hadn't drank in a while, and I hadn't had much to eat that day. I am usually very good about holding my liquor, so I hadn't thought about it much, but I was crazy to drink as much as I did knowing I would have to drive home. I thought I had given myself enough time, but I was clearly mistaken. I slept in my car for an hour then pulled off as dawn was breaking. Never again, I promise.
All in all, it was a good time. I gave my number out a few times so maybe I'll get a call and have someone to go with in the future. That'll make things much easier.
Oh yeah, and the outfit.
So much happened it's hard to think where I should start.
From where I left off.
I brought my latex home with child-like anticipation. I did a few sprints along the beach to pump up a little. Took a shower, oiled down and slid into my Matrix costume. I oiled the outside too to shine it up.
I went to see the gayboys upstairs to return some tools I borrowed and had them take some pictures of me in my outfit.
Then I hit the road. The club was in an area of South Florida I don't hang out at much, since I have downtown nightlife much closer to me. It seemed like a cool area, much quieter than Lauderdale. I didn't see many people outside, and for a while I was worried it was going to be a bust. I gave my ticket, got my shoulder stamped and went inside. The more I walked around the bigger the place seemed. There were two small dance floors and lots of lounging area. All the lounge areas had racks where you could tie people to and whip.
One thing was immediately obvious. Many of the guests in their latex outfits, adorned with handcuffs and whips didn't know shit about S&M. It was a fun little game for them, a fashion statement. Not a primal urge or even a powerful lust. The D/s shows were dissapointing. I gotta bring a sub to the club sometime, I'll show them something to ooh and ahh at.
I walked around a lot, and despite how many people were there, it became obvious that I was alone, and I think people were put off by this. I suppose I can't blame them, people who go places on their own tend to be on the creepy side.
I flirted with the bartender and drank vodka cranberries while I watched people dressed as vampires and nazis, brides and nurses do their silly white people "anything counts as dancing" boogie. There was a serious lack of single women at the club, and women in general seemed to be much fewer than the men.
I ran into three people I knew. A sub I had met on the internet and played with previously. A guy who used to work at a bowling alley I went to in highschool, although we couldn't remember where we knew each other from at the time. And a cute girl I met at a club about a month ago. She was being led by her master and was not allowed to speak to me.
I started to get bored, so I drank some more. I asked some guy if I could whip his girl and he looked at me like I had just taken my dick out and started pissing on his shoes. I searched desperately for a girl to whip, but all whippees were jealously guarded by at least one, sometimes several men.
Finally, I set my sights on a gorgeous mocha skinned goddess leading a faggot on a dog leash. She whipped him against a post, then challenged anyone in the audience to come take a beating without flinching. I raised my hand and she called on me immediately.
I learned many things in this experience. One, is that I definitely have a masochistic streak in the right environment. Two is that it is totally possible to top someone from the bottom, as was my plan.
She pulled me over and her little boi wearing nothing but a bucket hat, tiny latex short and a dog collar started strapping me to the rack. I refused to be strapped backwards.
"You don't make the rules honey," the voluptious vixen snapped at me. I started to walk away, but she grabbed my wrist, "ok, but its going to hurt even more in the front."
I peeled my shirt off and her assistant strapped one of my arms down. I started to feel a little tense, and the obviously threatened looks this little sub boi were giving me were pissing me off. He snatched my sunglasses off my face, but I couldn't afford to lose that advantage my first time being whipped. I had no idea how much it would hurt, and pain is seen in the eyes. I asked him to give it back to me and he spun around and started to walk away like he hadn't heard me. I grabbed his leash and yanked him back like a stupid dog finding the end of his rope when he's trying to chase a car.
"Put them back, NOW!" I commanded. He had this look on his face like "what's wrong with you?" and I started to feel a little guilty. I might've had 100 pounds on this kid. He put my glasses back on and tied my other hand. His woman was visibly titilated by my little display of masculinity and I felt even worse.
I gritted my teeth, tightened up my muscles and waited for it. She started off very lightly and continually asked me if I was ok. At no point did she even begin to test my limits for pain, which I don't think are even that high. I stared at her coldly through my glasses and I could see a little excitement and fear in her eyes.
She leaned in close and whispered "you're so hot" into my ear. I put my mouth up to her ear like I was going to say something, but I bit her earlobe instead. Surprised she pulled back and looked at me. I stared back at her and licked my teeth. It was all over. Her whole demeanor changed. She started to smile and act shy. She untied me and we took a seat in one of the lounge areas. We small-talked a little but her boy kept interrupting with rude comments.
I chose a peaceful means of diffusing the situation. I asked the domme if he was gay and she said yes. I smiled at him sweetly and told him he was so pretty (which he was), such nice bone structure, if he just put on a few pounds he would be totally hot. He blushed like a school girl and said that was his new year's resolution. He went to get us rum and cokes, while I chatted with his Top.
I lost track of how much I had been drinking, and after a few more rum and cokes I started feeling queasy. I went up to go to the bathroom and stood over the toilet for a while. I didn't feel like I was going to puke so I went to find a place I could sit quietly for a while. I didn't want to see the bitch or her boi again, so I lay down on a couch downstairs. I don't know what time it was then or how long I had been in the club, but I didn't wake up until I heard:
"hey buddy, you gotta go."
It was 4:30. All the lights were on and the place was empty. I stumbled up and made my way to the bar to close my tab. I couldn't take it anymore, and I puked right in front of the cute bartender I had been flirting with all night. She gave me a bottle of water and I gave her a big tip.
I felt horrible. I hadn't drank in a while, and I hadn't had much to eat that day. I am usually very good about holding my liquor, so I hadn't thought about it much, but I was crazy to drink as much as I did knowing I would have to drive home. I thought I had given myself enough time, but I was clearly mistaken. I slept in my car for an hour then pulled off as dawn was breaking. Never again, I promise.
All in all, it was a good time. I gave my number out a few times so maybe I'll get a call and have someone to go with in the future. That'll make things much easier.
Oh yeah, and the outfit.
Netzach
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I'm glad to come back to this and these pics. Yum.
It's so good you had a debauched, overindulged, fun, but not entirely resolved and starry eyed time. It seems like a realistic introduction to the disappointments and pleasures on the surface of the fetish world.
Bravo on the "whip me" thing, often you can catch interesting prey when you camoflauge yourself as other prey, it's often a much suaver more effective way to take hold than "I am Dom/me."
The maneuver with the boy bottom was very smooth, very intuitive. God, I think I got hot reading that, actually.
And I think it's good to take a whipping, it's just something everyone oughtta try at some point, like learning a language or visiting another country or one of those things that make us well rounded.
(I may have to re-acquaint myself with this "submission" tactic in pursuit of the hypermasculine slut, hm.)
Big Sister, eh? would have been fun to give you water and hold the back of your neck while you hurled. Been there, done that.
It's so good you had a debauched, overindulged, fun, but not entirely resolved and starry eyed time. It seems like a realistic introduction to the disappointments and pleasures on the surface of the fetish world.
Bravo on the "whip me" thing, often you can catch interesting prey when you camoflauge yourself as other prey, it's often a much suaver more effective way to take hold than "I am Dom/me."
The maneuver with the boy bottom was very smooth, very intuitive. God, I think I got hot reading that, actually.
And I think it's good to take a whipping, it's just something everyone oughtta try at some point, like learning a language or visiting another country or one of those things that make us well rounded.
(I may have to re-acquaint myself with this "submission" tactic in pursuit of the hypermasculine slut, hm.)
Big Sister, eh? would have been fun to give you water and hold the back of your neck while you hurled. Been there, done that.
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Silverlily
Kitty Mama - East Coast
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Marquis said:
A few someones read that post.
Someone very dear to me once said even tied up, a real dominant is always in control. Nicely done and nicely told, especially the leash part.
