The worst "fetish night" in the history of kink

[Ragoczy]

Friday I took kitten to a "fetish night" at a local club. She's always wanted to go to one, but my interest in such events waned a long time ago. I've made plans to take her to one from time to time, but circumstances have always conspired against it. But Friday we went to the toy store and there were some cards for one, so I decided we'd go.

The whole purpose of our visit was for kitten to see her first fetish party/club. No intent to play, just observe and enjoy being someplace where I could bend her over and turn her bottom pink without people staring (staring in the bad way, I mean).

I checked out their website and all looked nice, lots of pictures of happy, kinky people romping. Their site even made a special point of requiring a fetish dress code, to the point that I worried they might not let me in. I'm a bit conservative and prefer silk to leather, so my typical dress is silk pants and a collarless silk shirt. But, I figured kitten's skin-tight shorts, fishnet hose and lacy camisole would make up for it ... and if they objected to my dress, I'd just tie a silk scarf around kitten's wrist and lead her in as an accessory to my outfit.

So we get there right before the ten o'clock opening and I'm a little surprised that there's no one in line, but we go in and pay our cover, which is where I start to get a bad feeling about the evening.

The girl at the register lets us know that fetish night hasn't been getting "as much" of the fetish crowd lately. Apparently, the club is primarily a swingers' club on Saturday night and the swingers were showing up on Friday. This drove "a lot" of the fetish crowd away. But, I figure, some is better than none and we're already there.

The equipment's not bad, in one room they have a couple of spanking benches, a couple different horses, a St. Andrew's cross, massage table and a sex swing ... about what I expected, since it's not a permanent space for kink.

We get a drink and sit down in the bar room to wait for the crowd to build. At first, I get more optimistic. The next couple to arrive is clearly fetish oriented, since the guy's in drag -- not good drag, but at least it's drag. I can say this about him, because we all chatted later and he knows it. In his words, "I'm not trying to look like a woman, I just want to look like a slut" ... in his wife's words, "honey, you make an ugly woman."

The next couple gives me pause, because they aren't in anything fetishy ... unless your fetish is middle-aged, WASP businessman with conservatively dressed trophy wife (if yours is, then no offense). Dress shirt and slacks for him; pretty conservative dress for her. Honestly, they wouldn't have looked out of place at church.

This is bad, I think to myself.

Next we get a couple with the guy in jeans and a polo shirt and his companion is in a short, slutty, off-the-shoulder black number that I'd much rather have seen on Trophy Wife ... or even the wife from couple number one ... even the guy in drag from couple number one (he had a nice ass, at least). And following them in is a single guy, also in jeans and a polo shirt.

And this is worse.

The other kinky couple disappears, I presume to go to the playroom, and a handful of others arrive. It is, apparently, "jeans and baseball cap night" at the fetish club. No one is wearing anything that would raise an eyebrow at the freakin' mall, much less a normal nightclub -- in fact, I doubt they'd meet the dress code for a decent nightclub.

Please god, let this be as bad as it gets.

So I take kitten from the bar to the playroom to see if we just missed the arrival of a whole busload of leather- and latex-clad folks. On the way out, Mr. Businessman gives kitten the once-over. Now, I've seen him stealing glances at her all night, but this is a head-to-toe ogle. If it had been a kink-environment and some guy in leather had done that, I'd just nod and smile at him to say: "Yeah, that's mine, thanks for noticing", but this place feels completely different, so I'm really relieved when we get to the playroom and find "honey, you make an ugly woman" bent over a spanking bench getting flogged with something that looks nice and stingy.

We sit down a polite distance away and watch for a bit, then kitten starts giving me a lapdance, which I appreciate. It's nice to be out somewhere where she can do that without getting weird looks (hard to do at home, with two kids). In the middle of this, Single Guy shows up and starts pacing back and forth in front of our table staring at us out of the corner of his eye. Again, if it had been our kind of pervert watching us, I'd be good -- hell, if "ugly woman" had come over to watch with his mini-skirt still off, I'd be okay with it -- but I'm selfish with my kitten and I don't show her off to just anyone.

I point out our audience to kitten, she stops the lapdance and we go back to watching "ugly woman" get his penis flogged, which he seems to enjoy quite a bit. So Single Guy comes over and asks if he can sit at our table ... it's a big banquet table that's eight feet across and there aren't that many in the room, so it would be kind of rude to say no. He sits down and after a few minutes of watching the flogging, he says something about it. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was disparaging (not in the jeez-I-could-flog-better-than-that way, but in the what-a-disgusting-activity way).

Oh, look, it got worse.

Now, I'm flabbergasted. I can understand the swingers wanting to come to fetish night, we are, after all, much more fun than just the random screwing of strangers, but to come to fetish night and then say something derogatory about what you find there? Did he think he wasn't going to see someone's dick get beaten?

I'm still trying to think of something more cleverer to say than my initial urge to mutter "fuck you" when kitten comes out with: "Ever tried it? Maybe you should, you might like it."

My kitten has claws.

Shortly thereafter, the other kinky couple finished and sat down at another table, so we made our way over there and spent the rest of the evening with them. They were very nice, visiting town on vacation.

"ugly woman" suggested we spank kitten and she explained that I have unresolved issues from kindergarten and don't share well. Later we were talking about breasts and he asked if he could see kitten's.

Neither of these things caused me any of the same irritation I'd felt when Mr. Dress Shirt had ogled her. In fact, after a quick check to make sure it was only the kink table that'd get the show, I had no problem with her baring the girls and everyone made the appropriate noises of appreciation at their beauty.

The high point of the evening was when we asked about "ugly woman's" tattoo. They like Jimmy Buffet, so he has a ring of parrot heads and geckos around his waist. The exchange went like this:

kitten: "Can we see your tattoo?"

His wife (who'd been topping him all night): "Just show what's necess ..."

<insert sound of miniskirt hitting floor>

Apparently it's impossible to show one's waist without completely disrobing.

Anyway, that was kitten's first experience with a "fetish" club. Or not, since when I asked her how she'd liked her first fetish club, she replied: "I don't know, you haven't taken me to one yet." Not a response I can really fault her for.

The whole thing bugs me, because they apparently had a huge kink turnout for their first few weeks, then the swingers moved in and everyone stopped coming. If they'd just have enforced the dress code, it probably would have been okay, but it's tough to think kinky when there's a guy in jeans, t-shirt and a ball-cap on sideways staring at you.

I'm so irritated by the whole thing that I want to go back, but on Saturday night when it's supposed to be swinger. I want to bring a toy bag and put on a show ... see, I don't have a problem with them watching if I intend for them to (I'm in control then, and I seem to have some control-issues). I think kitten and I could own that room.

If I led her out onto the dance floor in her lacy little top and fishnets, then pulled out a silk handkerchief and blindfolded her with it, they'd all be watching. Then I'd tie her hands behind her with with a silk scarf and spend some time walking around her and running my hands lightly over her skin -- that drives her nuts. I'd pick her up and sit down with her over my lap and start spanking her. Gently at first, but then, when the crowd figured the show was pretty tame, I'd start spanking her like I really do. I spank hard, as a general principle.

After a spanking, I'd stand her up and lower the straps on her top to expose her breasts, then break out the clothespins. kitten doesn't like clothespins too much, so they'd see and hear some real reactions and know there was some pain involved. Then I'd lead her over to one of the spanking benches and put her over it. After a bit of work with a crop or paddle, I'd be nice and let her sit down while I took the clothespins off.

After an unexpected show like that, I'm sure I could find someone in the watching crowd whose arousal would get the better of her inhibitions and would respond to an invitation to be next. I'd like to get Trophy Wife from Friday night bent over and slide that dress up. She's probably never had a paddling and is in absolutely dire need of one. Once one gets off on it, there's sure to be a next. Maybe I could work my way through paddling the whole damn group of them.

I bet there'd be some women there who'd love to see their husbands bent over and paddled. If I could get one of them to goad him into it, that would be enjoyable, imagining their thoughts the next day: "What the fuck did I do last night?"

<sigh>

[Arria]

Awww, I´m so sorry for you two. The first Fetish party should be great!

I don´t mean to offend anyone on here who is into swinging, but after my experience the swinging fraction never mixes good with the Fetish/BDSM people. They are just... different. I like to define it as "trying to be kinky, but being full of inhibitions in a really bad way". By this I mean, a certain sort of swinger men thinks they can look down on a submissive woman (using the word "slut" in the really bad way). Plus they seem to find it hard to keep their hands off other ladies, and tend to get nasty if you turn them down politely.

I would recommend for your next party to select a location that is NOT usually a swinger club, and make it a place that is known to look after the dresscode.

I remember from my first few parties that they made a big deal of the dresscode in the beginning, and all of a sudden there were fat old ugly disgusting men in your so nicely described jeans-and-poloshirt outfit who were ogling and staring and very near drooling in a really disgusting, rude, impolite way. Of course they were all single, or at least attending the party alone. YUCK.

I know very well what you mean by your description of your not-minding-looks if they came from the right persons...

Back then, a few of us went to the door people and asked why THAT sort of people in NO Fetish outfit (plus with no manners) at all was let in in the first place?! They said, "well, they paid 200 bucks extra, and we need the money".
We spread those words. It led to a lot more complaints, and the Fetish crowd staying away, until - finally - the organizers learned their lessons and stopped letting such idiots in - which we, in turn, rewarded by attending the parties again.

It seems a lot of Fetish folks paying regular prices do make up for more income than a few ugly old creepy bastards... I would very strongly recommend to you that you complain with the party organizers, and not just let this "event" stand as if it had been okay.

I would like to point out that I did not intend to be mean to older people who don´t look perfect, of course... I do trust you get my point as to the sort of people I was referring to!

[gagged_Louise]

*laughs and sighs* Sancta Simplicitas! (aimed at the swinger crowd)

It's damn easy to think all fetish clubs will be thronging with uninhibitedly kinky and glamourous people. That's the image you want to project when you've got a club, the reality in some places can be more drab even if the people who organize the nights are dedicated and honest. I've been to club nights too that never really took off and where it felt like everyone was looking at me or even getting obnoxious because the place and the number of people were too small to let you stand back comfortably from time to time, to hang around in the shadows when you did not wish to intrude.

Hope kitten gets a chance to see a real fetish club soon.

[Ragoczy]

Hope kitten gets a chance to see a real fetish club soon.

It's a must, now. I owe her a decent experience.

[Ragoczy]

By this I mean, a certain sort of swinger men thinks they can look down on a submissive woman (using the word "slut" in the really bad way). Plus they seem to find it hard to keep their hands off other ladies, and tend to get nasty if you turn them down politely.

I think you hit the reason for the difference in my reaction right on the head.

If I'm walking through a real fetish event and some guy in nothing but leather chaps and a cock ring looks her over, I know the message to me is probably something like: "Good god, how did you manage to get someone like her to give you this precious gift."

Friday night, the message to me was: "Will you share the slut?"

[crazy_grrluk]

chuckles nice one kitten

swingers are in a class of their own. they love to dress like sluts and their partners love to watch them having sex with strangers. most fetish clubs have nights purely for the bdsm scene where swingers arent allowed in and here is via membership only. Also all swingers clubs here are designed for both swinging and bdsm and also all variations of kink

[fetishdj]

Enforcing the dress code is about the best way to keep this sort of thing in check. Also making sure you have good monitors keeping an eye on things - a few kink friendly bouncers making sure no oneis being forced into anything they don't want to be forced into.

Sorry to hear the night sucked... have I mentioned that I am available to DJ fetish nights at a reasonable price?

[Ancien]

Friday I took kitten to a "fetish night" at a local club. She's always wanted to go to one, but my interest in such events waned a long time ago. I've made plans to take her to one from time to time, but circumstances have always conspired against it. But Friday we went to the toy store and there were some cards for one, so I decided we'd go.

The whole purpose of our visit was for kitten to see her first fetish party/club. No intent to play, just observe and enjoy being someplace where I could bend her over and turn her bottom pink without people staring (staring in the bad way, I mean).

I checked out their website and all looked nice, lots of pictures of happy, kinky people romping. Their site even made a special point of requiring a fetish dress code, to the point that I worried they might not let me in. I'm a bit conservative and prefer silk to leather, so my typical dress is silk pants and a collarless silk shirt. But, I figured kitten's skin-tight shorts, fishnet hose and lacy camisole would make up for it ... and if they objected to my dress, I'd just tie a silk scarf around kitten's wrist and lead her in as an accessory to my outfit.

So we get there right before the ten o'clock opening and I'm a little surprised that there's no one in line, but we go in and pay our cover, which is where I start to get a bad feeling about the evening.

The girl at the register lets us know that fetish night hasn't been getting "as much" of the fetish crowd lately. Apparently, the club is primarily a swingers' club on Saturday night and the swingers were showing up on Friday. This drove "a lot" of the fetish crowd away. But, I figure, some is better than none and we're already there.

The equipment's not bad, in one room they have a couple of spanking benches, a couple different horses, a St. Andrew's cross, massage table and a sex swing ... about what I expected, since it's not a permanent space for kink.

We get a drink and sit down in the bar room to wait for the crowd to build. At first, I get more optimistic. The next couple to arrive is clearly fetish oriented, since the guy's in drag -- not good drag, but at least it's drag. I can say this about him, because we all chatted later and he knows it. In his words, "I'm not trying to look like a woman, I just want to look like a slut" ... in his wife's words, "honey, you make an ugly woman."

The next couple gives me pause, because they aren't in anything fetishy ... unless your fetish is middle-aged, WASP businessman with conservatively dressed trophy wife (if yours is, then no offense). Dress shirt and slacks for him; pretty conservative dress for her. Honestly, they wouldn't have looked out of place at church.

This is bad, I think to myself.

Next we get a couple with the guy in jeans and a polo shirt and his companion is in a short, slutty, off-the-shoulder black number that I'd much rather have seen on Trophy Wife ... or even the wife from couple number one ... even the guy in drag from couple number one (he had a nice ass, at least). And following them in is a single guy, also in jeans and a polo shirt.

And this is worse.

The other kinky couple disappears, I presume to go to the playroom, and a handful of others arrive. It is, apparently, "jeans and baseball cap night" at the fetish club. No one is wearing anything that would raise an eyebrow at the freakin' mall, much less a normal nightclub -- in fact, I doubt they'd meet the dress code for a decent nightclub.

Please god, let this be as bad as it gets.

So I take kitten from the bar to the playroom to see if we just missed the arrival of a whole busload of leather- and latex-clad folks. On the way out, Mr. Businessman gives kitten the once-over. Now, I've seen him stealing glances at her all night, but this is a head-to-toe ogle. If it had been a kink-environment and some guy in leather had done that, I'd just nod and smile at him to say: "Yeah, that's mine, thanks for noticing", but this place feels completely different, so I'm really relieved when we get to the playroom and find "honey, you make an ugly woman" bent over a spanking bench getting flogged with something that looks nice and stingy.

We sit down a polite distance away and watch for a bit, then kitten starts giving me a lapdance, which I appreciate. It's nice to be out somewhere where she can do that without getting weird looks (hard to do at home, with two kids). In the middle of this, Single Guy shows up and starts pacing back and forth in front of our table staring at us out of the corner of his eye. Again, if it had been our kind of pervert watching us, I'd be good -- hell, if "ugly woman" had come over to watch with his mini-skirt still off, I'd be okay with it -- but I'm selfish with my kitten and I don't show her off to just anyone.

I point out our audience to kitten, she stops the lapdance and we go back to watching "ugly woman" get his penis flogged, which he seems to enjoy quite a bit. So Single Guy comes over and asks if he can sit at our table ... it's a big banquet table that's eight feet across and there aren't that many in the room, so it would be kind of rude to say no. He sits down and after a few minutes of watching the flogging, he says something about it. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was disparaging (not in the jeez-I-could-flog-better-than-that way, but in the what-a-disgusting-activity way).

Oh, look, it got worse.

Now, I'm flabbergasted. I can understand the swingers wanting to come to fetish night, we are, after all, much more fun than just the random screwing of strangers, but to come to fetish night and then say something derogatory about what you find there? Did he think he wasn't going to see someone's dick get beaten?

I'm still trying to think of something more cleverer to say than my initial urge to mutter "fuck you" when kitten comes out with: "Ever tried it? Maybe you should, you might like it."

My kitten has claws.

Shortly thereafter, the other kinky couple finished and sat down at another table, so we made our way over there and spent the rest of the evening with them. They were very nice, visiting town on vacation.

"ugly woman" suggested we spank kitten and she explained that I have unresolved issues from kindergarten and don't share well. Later we were talking about breasts and he asked if he could see kitten's.

Neither of these things caused me any of the same irritation I'd felt when Mr. Dress Shirt had ogled her. In fact, after a quick check to make sure it was only the kink table that'd get the show, I had no problem with her baring the girls and everyone made the appropriate noises of appreciation at their beauty.

The high point of the evening was when we asked about "ugly woman's" tattoo. They like Jimmy Buffet, so he has a ring of parrot heads and geckos around his waist. The exchange went like this:

kitten: "Can we see your tattoo?"

His wife (who'd been topping him all night): "Just show what's necess ..."

<insert sound of miniskirt hitting floor>

Apparently it's impossible to show one's waist without completely disrobing.

Anyway, that was kitten's first experience with a "fetish" club. Or not, since when I asked her how she'd liked her first fetish club, she replied: "I don't know, you haven't taken me to one yet." Not a response I can really fault her for.

The whole thing bugs me, because they apparently had a huge kink turnout for their first few weeks, then the swingers moved in and everyone stopped coming. If they'd just have enforced the dress code, it probably would have been okay, but it's tough to think kinky when there's a guy in jeans, t-shirt and a ball-cap on sideways staring at you.

I'm so irritated by the whole thing that I want to go back, but on Saturday night when it's supposed to be swinger. I want to bring a toy bag and put on a show ... see, I don't have a problem with them watching if I intend for them to (I'm in control then, and I seem to have some control-issues). I think kitten and I could own that room.

If I led her out onto the dance floor in her lacy little top and fishnets, then pulled out a silk handkerchief and blindfolded her with it, they'd all be watching. Then I'd tie her hands behind her with with a silk scarf and spend some time walking around her and running my hands lightly over her skin -- that drives her nuts. I'd pick her up and sit down with her over my lap and start spanking her. Gently at first, but then, when the crowd figured the show was pretty tame, I'd start spanking her like I really do. I spank hard, as a general principle.

After a spanking, I'd stand her up and lower the straps on her top to expose her breasts, then break out the clothespins. kitten doesn't like clothespins too much, so they'd see and hear some real reactions and know there was some pain involved. Then I'd lead her over to one of the spanking benches and put her over it. After a bit of work with a crop or paddle, I'd be nice and let her sit down while I took the clothespins off.

After an unexpected show like that, I'm sure I could find someone in the watching crowd whose arousal would get the better of her inhibitions and would respond to an invitation to be next. I'd like to get Trophy Wife from Friday night bent over and slide that dress up. She's probably never had a paddling and is in absolutely dire need of one. Once one gets off on it, there's sure to be a next. Maybe I could work my way through paddling the whole damn group of them.

I bet there'd be some women there who'd love to see their husbands bent over and paddled. If I could get one of them to goad him into it, that would be enjoyable, imagining their thoughts the next day: "What the fuck did I do last night?"

<sigh>

I love it. This is one entertaining post. Well written, I always appreciate someone who can express themselves in a humourous fashion while still paying attention to the point of their story. Kudos to kitten for having claws.

[rooshoe]

I think you hit the reason for the difference in my reaction right on the head.

If I'm walking through a real fetish event and some guy in nothing but leather chaps and a cock ring looks her over, I know the message to me is probably something like: "Good god, how did you manage to get someone like her to give you this precious gift."

Friday night, the message to me was: "Will you share the slut?"

That completely pisses me off! I'm completely mad now! Not at you, Ragoczy, but at that douche bag who looked at her like that! People like that shouldn't even be allowed to *think* the word "slut!" He has zero respect for women, but expects that he can enjoy the benefits of being with one. What a shining example of a PIG.

As you said, submission is a *gift*, not a right or an expectation, and it is a hell of a lot more than some idiot's shallow spank fantasy. This jerk has no clue what goes on between the two of you - or any one of us! To quote one of my favorite literary characters, "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have." I doubt this sex crazed polo bimbo even has the mental capacity to understand a relationship like this.

I'm sorry things went so poorly and I wish you the best of luck taking kitten to a proper fetish club!

[Hime]

"ugly woman" suggested we spank kitten and she explained that I have unresolved issues from kindergarten and don't share well.

I ROFLed. Your kitten is awesome.

[gagged_Louise]

I'm with Ancien and Hime, great post, really enjoyable (if it didn't come through before). I love this kind of measured irony.

[Ragoczy]

Thank you, everyone, for your replies.

Just to update you, we did find a place that is solely BDSM and went last night. A very small crowd, because it was a weeknight, but a very nice group of people. We'll be going back Saturday when there'll be a larger crowd and probably regularly from now on.