Club Enslaved, Kinky Fun, March 2008
Club Enslaved: a blog March 8th 2008
1 I got to do the fetish festivities for free, and bring a friend, a $180 value total.
2 Trisha was my date at the last minute, otherwise I'd be alone save for Jesse and his new beezey, Sasha.
3 She just moved into her beezey's house in Redwood City, a 35 minute drive from downtown SF--and her beezey is AWAY in Virgina for work, hahahaha!
4 She's so bored, cause she's living with the mom and brother, and they're Johovah's Witnesses, that the BDSM stuff is the break from bordem that she needed!
So I dress in my Catholic School Girl outfit with a tiara to top, and she puts on a pretty black dress, trench coat, and has the black leather SLUT paddle I bought at Frenchy's in prep for the Ball. We decide to go to Club Enslaved since "Luke," one of the head honchos of the events, convinced me to go when I called him for details on my volunteer work.
Club Enslaved
As we walk up to Whisper on Florida St, we can hear the screams of agony before we even round the corner.....and we can hear the whipping of leather on flesh before we can even hear the music inside....inside people are mainly dressed in black leather or latex or rubber. Drag queens, gimps, nearly naked men and women, lots of gothic corsets, and interesting hair greet us. We get absinthe served to us and inhale the fumes after the licoricy shot. Outside on the patio is a public display of brutality, subs strapped and cuffed to tressels while sadists whip away, smack with hollow wooden torture tools, and paddle....then intermittently lovingly rub the reddened flesh and caress their victims as us onlookers gawk on.
In the art room, a person performs a Japanese ceremony that we can't see due to all the people watching....but it starts with the person dressed all Japanese-like with a fierce blue face and lighting lots of candles put in dirt. I have no idea what that's about. Upstairs, beautiful women scantly clad with buttocks exposed are hung from the ceiling upside-down and tortured by more sadists. A bed of nails is pulled out for more fun. Two topless women perform a S&M bit, where the sub's poor bottom is covered in welts and the dom angrily and violently throws her around and shoves her on the ground and spanks her--it's actually pretty frightening.
Jesse's New Beezey
Is Sasha, a very petite and curvy ex-model and now filmmaker and goth-fetishist documentarian. She adores me and Trisha, and laughs at how "kid in a candy store" I am, delighting in the festivities, remarking on how tough the masochists are tonight, and skipping around with my paddle, ready to smack any willing buttocks. She tells me about her man-hating friend and I tell her about Valerie Solaris and the SCUM Manifesto, and exclaim over how I can't believe she hasn't seen I shot Andy Warhol. Apparently she met Jesse at a tattoo parlor, and he was passing out Fetish fliers. It's good to see Jesse, too--we have known each other for about as long as I've known Rebecca, but we have seldom hung out together. Last night was the most fun exception. Sasha says she films horror flicks complete with pigs' blood and guts. She says I could be in one sometime. What would I do, I asked. "Kiss some man, then kill him." Sounds good to me!
Luke
Didn't actually meet him, but he's the most brutal sadist I've seen in person yet. He tortured a skinny, nearly naked blond on a tressle with hardly any reassuring pats or caresses, drawing blood with his whip and continuing to whip her bloody, slashed thighs as she screamed and writhed in agony. It was actually a little hard to watch. It was then I decided that I was in error; I can't possibly be a true masochist. Either that, or I am, I'm just not hardcore. Damn he HURT her real bad. It seemed to go on forever. The other sadists didn't draw blood that I saw that night. And Jesse said, "Hell--he's being nice tonight."
The Foot Fetishist
Well well well well well. Welly welly welly welly well! Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..................I had my feet worshiped by a fetishist, finally.
Applause.
That you, thank you.
A hairy, short, skinny man dressed in nothing but a borat-style leather thong was standing on the other side of the couch I was sitting at and observing the bed of nails bit. I had my paddle poised, and gestured at his buttocks. He obliged and bent over and I gracefully and lightly paddled him a bit and laughed. He offered to do me but I declined (I escaped spanking, I only like my ex boyfriend to spank me, thank you). So he implored, "I'll worship your feet, please! I don't speak good English but your feet, please!" So I said what the hell and took off my shoe--I left my knee-high white stockings on and he proceeded to get on his knees and suck on my toes, feet, heels....turn himself so he was lying on his back and shoved my foot as far as he could down his throat....smushed my feet to his face and held it there lovingly....asked me to "trample him." I did, I was nice, I pranced across his back but refused to do his front. It went on and on but I refused to let him rub my feet on his cock and balls, and I refused to take my socks off. Everyone watching was amused, and a photographer even got our photo, me smiling in my tiara with the gimpy guy sucking on my foot. I made him stop after a while, after I noticed that his hard-on was starting to peak out from under his cock piece, ick! He offered to get me a drink but I declined politely, and I saw later he got a different Mistress to follow around, good for him! My feet tingled for a half hour after. That was pretty ethereal.
The Grand Ballroom
Today, I woke early to do "pay my dues" and met Aaron, the Keeper of the Ballroom, basically the overseer who makes sure people don't fuck up the venue. "So...is this place haunted?" I asked. "Oh yes," he said. "I pay my respects." Got to love San Francisco! I met a couple who worked for one of the latex clothing lines, Marquis, and the man said he was dressed as a rubber woman last night. He said, "Tonight when I see you, I'm no longer David--I'm Mistress Darlene and I'll make sure to punish you if you've been bad." Hahaha! I sure wish Santa Cruz had open fetishists who came out to play.
written 3-8-08
and won't let him communicate with me. Since then, I have been emotionally GREAT and the fun times with cute boys have been just what I needed. 
my Valerie!
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