Strikes are clearly never an obstacle to fun. At 3 p.m., the atmosphere gradually settles in for this last afternoon at the Kinky Club before the end-of-year break.
Reddish lighting, dark wood furniture, and an atmosphere with a faint scent of leather create the illusion of a gentle erotic dream where the silhouettes of men and women move to a soft Lana Del Rey soundtrack. Behind the counter, where the bartender stands, always elegant and alert, numerous instruments await the hand of a playful soul: whips, floggers, and dragon tongues, all just waiting to be wielded skillfully.
Upstairs, in the office area, two couples quickly offer a tantalizing spectacle of their lovemaking to voyeuristic eyes and ears eager for moans.
Downstairs, Dirty Von P, a dark cane in hand, leads A. to the St. Andrew's cross. As the festivities begin, several people discreetly take their seats and admire Dirty Von P's demonstration of his skills. A. is in a trance, her wrists bound in leather cuffs, and her neck in Dirty Von P's hands. Silence falls, broken only by her ragged breathing. She closes her eyes, the others' eyes fixed on her, waiting for only one thing: what's next. Quickly, Dirty Von P puts the cane to work, seizing A.'s chest to deliver several light blows that delight both the young woman and the onlookers, then forcing her against the wall, her wrists once again imprisoned in the leather.
A. presents her buttocks, and Dirty Von P lifts the fabric of her dress to gently rain the cane down on her thighs and rump. Each stroke makes her shudder. The spectacle is mesmerizing, and once it's over, A. has the pleasure of being rewarded with a drink courtesy of Florian at the bar.
Master C. arrives at the club with two male accomplices and a submissive woman wearing a black leather collar. The fortunate woman is quickly exposed in Dirty Von P's ropes after being subjected to a vibration session that blended the hum of the vibrator with her moans of excitement. She is gradually held captive by Dirty Von P's ropes at Master C.'s request, on the ground floor, amidst the seated and contemplative clientele, witnessing the skill of this talented bondage artist.
Later, Dirty Von P would again demonstrate his skill by meticulously tying up a pretty young woman at his companion's request. While Master C., his accomplices, and the lucky woman with the leather collar were busy with other games, Lady M., who had remained in the background for a while, was offered a foot massage by a devoted submissive and finally decided to take center stage.
Very quickly, Lady M. found herself surrounded by three docile masseurs, one for each foot, the other for the hand, whose vices she delighted in indulging. The trio of submissives showered the dominatrix with praise when her eyes weren't commanding them to silence. For good measure, and in a ferocious mood, she led D. to the cross, armed with two whips provided by Florian, a connoisseur of the craft, and made her present her back. D.'s exposed skin quickly crumbled under the sting of the leather straps that Lady M. rained down upon her. The sounds of the leather and the moans once again attracted curious spectators who watched the scene.
Lady M. seeks to study the submissive's reactions like an experimenter; each louder cry from D. elicits a satisfied smile from her. Once the session is over, he thanks her and kisses her hands.
The strikes are clearly not an obstacle to enjoyment.
By Lady M.
