There was rubber, leather and a lot of vinyl. Plenty of tattoos, spectacular make-up and a little body paint. Goths, military uniforms, gladiators, horror, steam punks, dandies. Basques, corsets, stockings, suspenders, quite a few nipple tassels, some crops and top hats. And nipples, and the occasional bare bottom.
The dance floor at this leading fetish club in the UK is a lot of fun, and not just for the more obvious reasons. It is very diverse, with a good spread of ages and body shapes. The sex ratio is even and it’s ethnically diverse. Flamboyance gets extra points. It’s fun and sexy. Much of the narrow-mindedness, judgementalism (which may not be a word) and restrictions of many vanilla clubs are absent.
My wife Layla and I hit this dance floor around 2am. We’d had a thrilling time in the dungeon, when two men, a woman and I spanked and touched Laya in front of a small audience (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6jawv6/group_kink_an_audience_watched_as_two_men_a_women/). That was followed by a couple of hours in the rather sweaty and frenetic company of two other couples. I may return to the subject of adventures 2 and 3, but for now, we downed a couple of shots with our new found friends (with benefits), and went for a dance.