Content Warnings
BDSM, bruising, erotica
Arrival
I always find dressing up for special occasions a delight. The ritual of dressing; laying out the outfit, applying the makeup and the final touches were all familiar. But adding this much leather to my costume was new. I was headed to a 1920’s themed kink party, the first play party I’d ever been to.
My partner and our mutual friend stayed in an unfamiliar town for the weekend, just for the event. Preparation had started the night before, sleeping with curlers in my hair. The day of, I painted my nails in a hurry and I kept opening the window to hairspray my fringe down. Extra eyeshadow under my eyes and over my eyebrows made my makeup bolder than usual. I reapplied my mascara 4 times. Lower lashes are key features of 1920s makeup!
Though we’d booked a flat just 4 minutes away from the venue, we needed to dress neutral until we got inside. We’d brought a riding crop stored in my partner’s sleeve, a mallet stored in her tailcoat and a flogger stored in her skirt pocket.
On arrival, we were given stickers to cover our phone cameras and shown around the entire building. Ordinarily a nightclub, it held two floors, toilets, a bar, and an outside smoking area. Luggage racks dotted the venue. Unfortunately, we put our bags on the first rack we saw and struggled to reach them through the foot traffic after.
Space
We spent most of our time downstairs, in the Sensual & Rope Play Area. There were mats on the floor, a rope suspension frame and a large cross. This was all fenced off from the walkway, with an array of sofas and chairs facing the action. We sat here to socialise and watched people play. They mostly used rope, followed by violet wands, wax and ice cubes.
A large Impact Play Area took centre stage on the main floor, containing an array of kink furniture. Multiple types of spanking bench, a frame and cross. On the stage sat some sort of cage with a seat which unfortunately I didn’t see utilised. Chairs surrounded the fence for those who were particularly focused on watching, but most partygoers chatted in the neutral zones whilst watching the scenes.
Each area was overseen by a Dungeon Master. They were friendly and helpful, answering questions and helping with equipment. They adjusted a spanking bench to a better height for me, and allowed me to attach my cuffs to the cross rather than use the public ones.
Experiences
Eager to start, we played in the impact area before anyone else. My partner tied my cuffs to the cross and hit me through my clothes, flogging my breasts and whacking the gap between my thighs with her riding crop. I was facing the audience, but spent most of my time gazing at her. After our scene, we cleaned the equipment we’d used with antibacterial spray from a well-stocked trolley. Once we’d finished, we looked for somewhere to relax.
We passed through a veil to the Aftercare Area. Inside they’d managed to make a cosy, tranquil space, a zone of peace and comfort. Sofas and armchairs were available to lounge and decompress on. A large table held jugs of water and glasses, bags of crisps (chips) and a variety of vegan sweets. Throughout the evening, this stayed clean and well stocked, never running out of water or snacks. It was truly lovely, and it felt like we played only for the permission to return there.
The impact area got really busy, so we went back downstairs just as our friend was starting to be tied up. I knew that rope was important to her, but seeing the bliss on her face when tied was something else. I’ve never seen someone look so entirely in their element.
She played with people who’d been strangers a few hours prior. I was glad her charm and loveliness had built trust with people so quickly. It allowed her to experience a violet wand, and she got to take part in 2 rope scenes!
For our second scene, I undressed further and I tapped my shoulder for yellow. The loud atmosphere meant she was unlikely to hear me safeword, and she couldn’t see my lips move.
We used a spanking bench I didn’t recognise. Looking back, I think it required me to lie in a specific position with my arms strapped down, but I didn’t see any straps. Instead, I rested my head on my arms the way people do when sleeping on a desk. It was comfortable, but I stretched out occasionally to let onlookers see my face as I squealed and moaned. I shook my hips in time with the music, interrupted when the pain caused too great a distraction. As we left, I smiled at a seated couple who grinned back at me. It felt like a compliment.
In the sensual area, rope bound my friend whilst other people played. I witnessed a scene that I found uncomfortable, finding it too rough and a little upsetting. If I hadn’t been watching my friend I would’ve left. Luckily, I knew it was my problem and I was aware I would’ve really enjoyed a similar scene with my partner! So I looked away, and they continued having a fantastic time.
The event had been going on for hours now, and people had started to get hungry. Many of us got by on snacks, but some people were bringing in fish and chips which smelt too strong to be sexy. It wasn’t terrible, and people needed to eat but I found it odd. If I was a regular attendee, I think I would’ve brought a meal with me. We ate after the event around 10pm.
For our third and final scene, our friend came upstairs to watch us.
I was cuffed to a tall frame, with my breasts fully exposed and my back to the audience. My girlfriend whacked me with the crop before moving onto the flogger. I recoiled when she aimed for my nipples, and tried to back away but the frame wouldn’t let me. She moved onto the mallet once she’d had enough of me squealing and crying.
I knew I liked the mallet, but this experience cemented it as my favourite implement. The pounding it gives feels unique, and because it has both a smooth and spiky side it never gets dull. I watched with delight and anguish as my breasts were beaten. Soft flesh smashed under the spikes as she supported them from below, she liked the way it gripped my skin. She alternated between sides until I said I couldn’t bear the spikes any longer, and we finished a short while later.
I enjoyed keeping my chest bare to clean up, knowing that everyone was examining the marks she’d left behind. The bruise developed over the evening, pink and purple spots dappling my tender breast.
Sorry to Love You and Leave You…
We didn’t want to make too many friends as we knew we were unlikely to return, but people were welcoming and lovely. They admired my accessories and our equipment, and I enjoyed talking to them. Diversity felt pretty standard for a kink event (based on my experience at munches) with a bunch of queer people and an unfortunately small amount of POC. We chatted to some kind staff whilst waiting for our friend’s final rope scene to tie up. I’d impressed them by spending so much time in front of the audience for a first timer. In truth, my desire to be touched and watched by strangers was what brought me there.
As we were leaving, someone complimented a scene of ours, and expressed interest in the tenderising mallet used. The polite response of course, was to let them look at the mallet before promptly offering up my breasts to try it out properly. They were fast and rough, and I was delighted.
I chucked my regular dress over my harness, and we walked the short distance home. Removing all my makeup and various levels of underwear took longer than it took my friends to get ready in the first place.
If I lived nearby, I’m sure I would attend regularly. It was a fantastic weekend away and a great new experience. But just as people don’t go skydiving every weekend, I don’t feel a need to go again anytime soon. I got what I needed from the event, and for now I’ll stick to having my friends touch me instead!
You can find photos of my outfit and my freshly bruised breasts here ($5.99)
