This is a true story from the Bournemouth gay sauna-bar at its old location, when it had a dedicated playroom. Locals will know what I mean.
The sauna-bar was huge. Half of it consisted of showers, saunas, hot-tubs and the like. Separated by a bar in the middle, the other half was a dark labyrinth of rooms. Some were private, some had mirrored windows and some contained toys. At the very back of this maze through a barred door was a bondage playroom replete with a lovely assortment of equipment. I’ve had many adventures in that place, but this was my favorite.
In a dark corner of the playroom lived a sturdy wooden X-shaped St. Andrew’s cross. It was heavy and intimidating, with a complex array of straps and buckles dangling from its matte black bulk. Visible to the whole room, it set the tone for the entire area. Amazingly, it was never occupied. One day, I decided to change that.
Before my next visit to the sauna-bar, I bought a blindfold and a piece of underwear made from leather straps that came with an accompanying metal cock ring. I nervously made my way there early in order to arrive before it got busy; so early that I was the first customer of the evening.