Sore bits! Ouch, painful but enjoyable sore bits! You know when you wake up with sore bits, have a big silly grin on your face and you know, just know, that you had a brilliant night... Well, as I write this my partner, Jenny, and I both have very sore bits indeed!
The reason for this is our visit to TheClink in Newport. As an occasional visitor to its former incarnation, Invasion At The Church in Bristol, I was a bit alarmed when I heard that the owners, Andy and Mandy, were relocating to South Wales. Things are a touch more conservative down here, (Most people don't realise that when you cross the Severn Bridge from England into Wales that you are in fact taking a journey on a Time Machine back 3 or 4 decades. There are parts of Mid-Wales that will never, no matter how hard they try, get past the 1950s!), with the boys and girls in blue usually wanting to be the only ones wearing the uniforms and carrying the cuffs.
In the past South Wales' finest have had a tendency to invite themselves to any slightly off-vanilla parties and, despite the introduction of the Human Rights Bill - which now makes it darn difficult indeed for them to continue to do such things, I was afraid that they would find some excuse or other to get inside 'TheClink' - after all, it is a home from home for some of them.
Most sensible Welsh pervs know that safest thing to do is to head East over the border to Bristol, Birmingham, London or even Amsterdam for fetish clubbing and when, last week, I heard online that the tabloids and a local rag had 'exposed' TheClink recently my fears seemed to have been well founded but... For some reason or another reports of this journalistic scoop, rivalled only by the Beeb's single-handed 'liberation' of Kabul last week, incensed and angered me to want to go and visit TheClink. Hey, if we don't make a stand against these fetish oppressors it could my toy box that gets picked on next - 'Cuffs found in Wales! No sign of truncheon but helmet was believed seen nearby!'
My partner Jen has only recently been introduced to the Scene and our visit to TheClink would not only be her first visit to any fetish club but also her first venture outside of the bedroom, kitchen and living room to meet and interact with other fetish folk. Although apprehensive, I had a good idea that she would cope with and enjoy the spectacle of attending a fetish event and that she would find the atmosphere contrary to her vivid imaginings - TheClink did not disappoint.
Located in the shadow of the Newport Transporter Bridge, a brilliant feat of Victorian engineering and one that amazingly still runs on time, TheClink is literally housed in a former Police Station - the words 'Police' still clearly engraved in big stone letters above the doorway. A number of Police cells, delightfully still in original condition, are the focus of the ground floor in each of which some of the best racks, crosses, suspension harnesses and a very, very tempting sling are housed. One of the cells is an exception and this is reserved for watersports devotees although, on the night we visited, not once did we see anyone venture into this particular cell - it did not look too inviting and many looked but none entered as far as we were aware! If anything, the watersports cell queered the atmosphere somewhat as it just did not feel right. The remaining cells, on the other hand, had numerous visitors staring in awe, wonderment and baited anticipation at the various well-built, and reassuringly safely secured, pieces of S&M furniture.
Being Jen's first venture out we had no intention of playing in public on this occasion but we watched several Dommes make full use of the cells and play equipment to pleasure themselves and, judging by the looks on their faces, their subs also. A really good aspect of TheClink is that each of the cells has its own steel door which allows, for those who wish to play privately, the opportunity to close the door, stick a 'pervs at play' notice on it and then play in almost total privacy - almost total. For on each of the steel doors, and along the walls of each cell, there are lined a number of spy-holes, obviously used by the former owners to keep a watchful eye on their reluctant guests, and which add a bizarre but wonderful 'what the butler saw' effect for any would-be voyeurs looking to get a tunnel-effect view of the goings-on in the cells. They're really cool and were a naughty delight to look through - seeing a striped bottom staring back at you is a most interesting sight!
Outside the cells Roger The Maid was offering pedicures to any ladies who desired such pampering. He has now added a very skilful aromatherapy massage to his repartee for any ladies who may have aches and pains as a result of too much whipping or spanking. Jen took full advantage of this and reports back that the massage was delightful - the queue for Roger's hands being an obvious indication of how sought after his service was. Although the Nazi-uniformed Domme standing nearby did seem to keep too close an eye on a semi-naked Jen as Roger worked his magic. Delightful!
Upstairs there was a bar and a small dance floor playing just the right type of music - not too loud or too heavy a beat that you have an urge to rush out and buy yourself a large box of painkillers. The atmosphere in the dance room just wasn't right though and, for some bizarre reason, it was much more like a vanilla disco with people doing superb impressions of wall-flowers, all seemingly waiting for the first person to boogie on down. I can't criticise though as neither Jen nor myself fancied dancing - there were simply too many other more interesting things to see or do.
Three upstairs rooms, all heated, were reserved for couples, although mostly singles seemed to occupy them, with a double bed in each of the rooms. (Briefly watching the pink leather-clad slave girl get licked out by her Master was somewhat interesting though!). TVs, the electrical kind, in many of the rooms played back videos and a small but welcome buffet was laid on in one of the ground floor rooms. This was used by many people to take a breather and to chill out from watching and playing. A fridge is provided for those bringing their own drinks. There were two unisex toilets, one on each floor, with the upstairs toilets being remarkably clean but the downstairs ones, near the cells, had obviously seen better days. Separate changing-rooms were available for people to change in, each with surprisingly ample room, and they made a welcome change from the normal 'toilet changing-rooms' in so many clubs. The cloak-room, which is kept locked, was £1 per item and frequent visits to get implements and other items from coats or bags did not faze the organisers at all.
The night that we were there was supposedly quiet with, the previous month, some 175 people having apparently attended. Interestingly, many of the people that we talked with appeared to be there on their first visit - so, there is no such thing as bad publicity! Everyone we talked with seemed incredibly friendly and Jen, if anything, could not stop talking to various couples and singles alike about their interests, the hows and whys they had become involved in the Scene - I was so proud of her. She looked a delight in her short grey skirt and white school blouse! ;-)
Overall, it was a good mix of singles, couples and TVs. The vast majority of whom had gone to considerable trouble, and no doubt expense, to acquire the right costumes and the right implements. We chatted for hours with various singles and couples and, although we took no contact details, made friends enough with people to recognise and chat with them again at a future event. The only downer was one single guy who decided to lift up Jen's skirt and help himself to an uninvited grope. Jen, smiling, quickly stopped him but, foolishly, he ignored her, tried a for a second grope and, as I silently counted to ten, he got the full force of Jen's vocabulary and a sharp slap for his rudeness.
To A & T from London, A in the orange dress and T in the school-girl outfit, it was joy chatting with you and I am glad, so I hear, that A got his wish of seeing T get some red stripes across her bottom. From what I saw of a smiling T afterwards I am certain that the stripes were enjoyably received. To K, from Cardiff, it was fun chatting with you also and learning about your TV desires - it was brave of you taking that first step out and I hope you had as much fun at TheClink as we did. I think you did!?
Jen tells me that she chatted at length with a gorgeous red haired sub - I know she was gorgeous as she had caught my eye separately - who, together, they both discussed their submissive and kinky needs. I understand that when someone swished a whip in the background both of them simultaneously pursed their lips, moved their bottoms forward until upon tiptoe and then both fell about laughing at their involuntary but so typical reaction! Well trained I'd say! Now, if we had only thought about exchanging addresses...! ;-)
We also talked extensibly with a lovely trio, a fetish clothes' designer from Bristol and a couple - the aforementioned slave girl who was modelling a gorgeous pink leather slave-girl harness complete with chains that the designer had made, which Jen and I simple adored. I mean, we adored both the harness and the incredibly stunning girl! Seeing Jen and her compare stilettos was tremendous fun as they looked a picture standing side by side - now, if only they had been cuffed together... It was great chatting with all three of you and thanks for the time describing the various leather harnesses and costumes that you make/were wearing. Your attention to detail was amazing. I am certain we will be visiting your stall at next month's Bristol Fetish Emporium.
In fact, we simply did not have time to talk with everyone that caught our eye or our interest. So, apologies to the handsome coloured guy from Cardiff - sorry, didn't get your name - but Jen loved your leather outfit and we both enjoyed our brief but interesting chat. Next time, we will have to make more time to talk with more people but then.... You just don't find time to play...
TheClink goes on from 9PM till 6AM although we left around 2AM as, being so turned on, we had a desire to go somewhere else and... do the kind of thing that first time visitors like Jen do not yet do in public. I thoroughly recommend a visit to TheClink. Of the many, various fetish clubs that I have been to in the past decade it rates amongst the top three visits to any club that I have ever experienced or enjoyed - and that is without actually playing. It stands a good chance of being the best!
Oh, and why the sore bits? Well, from the moment we got home up until just a few hours ago Jen and I could not keep our hands and others bits off each other. Being at TheClink, and seeing and meeting all those wonderful people, simply was a huge turn-on. Thanks Andy and Mandy for creating such a superb venue... and thanks Mandy for that peck on my cheek as we left... I think you enjoyed kissing Jen more than you did me though! Fantastic club!!!
Jan. - tawse57@hotmail.com
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