By fuschia on Wed 21 Feb 2001 at 22:04
Learning from the navigational vortex that made life so difficult finding Balsall Common last time, we loaded the car brimful of leather, rubber and chain, cds, food and other miscellany and set off at lunchtime. As a result we were unpacked, showered and dressed in good time and waiting for a cab at the unearthly hour of 8.45. Rapture closes at 2am and we were determined to make the most of it!
After a recent frenzy of kinky consumerism at the London Fetish Fair, I was proudly showing off my new dommy hat, pvc stiletto boots and made to measure rubber skirt with lacing up the back.
The Domly one restricted himself to a clean pair of socks under the domly equivalent of a comfy tracksuit..his leather jeans and shirt.. (thankfully not in velour!) In case any insubordinate subly types should comment unfavourably on his lack of sartorial ambition, his belt was draped with an array of floggers, their fronds quivering excitedly in the frosty air. The effect was somewhat spoiled by the pervading odour of cat's piss, the result of previous intimacy between by beloved's feet and a miscreant feline.
After the great time we had at West Midland's club rapture in December, we decided to make a return visit in February.
I'm a member of a subby-girl's list Submissive Sisters and the plan was to have a meeting of subs from the list, as well as generally frolicking and having a pervy weekend away from the city.
The normal excitement ensued as I attempted to unobtrusively climb into and out of a taxi with a cane stuffed down my coat..though the cabbie had obviously seen it all and paid no attention whatsoever as we clambered out into the car park at Ceasars, jingling and clanking with our load of hardware.
After being searched (for offensive weapons?...would we have been refused entry if we didn't have any?)we were into the warm. We popped out bags in the cloakroom, bought a drink and generally marvelled, again, at how civilised the club is. Clean toilets..lovely kit..all you could ask for!
As things were still quiet we perambulated around, me marvelling at how a pair of stilettos can elevate a small subly girl by about half a foot, he poking at various bits of equipment and cackling devishly. Those we passed smiled cautiously...whether this was caused by his fiendish manner, my domly hat or the aroma of cat's urine, it was hard to be sure.
My previous review commented on the wonderful roissy kit without giving details, and many people have asked for more information. Now, I have no doubt that the roissy crew have given a suitably terrifying title to each piece of equipment (The Doors to Hell..The Dragon's Gullet...etc etc). However, not knowing the correct nomenclature, I will do my best to give you a flavour of a few bits that caught my eye.
1. Whipping bench sort of thingy, with little bars that slot in above like a horse jump. Designed to keep the subly one in place I suspect (mean people these!) Having sent some time lying over this in Decemeber, I can vouch for the comfort factor. Comfiness: 10 Confusion: 5 (even my Dommy baby had no trouble working out how I fitted in) Terror: 5 Suitability for installation in a Living room: 5 (fairly small, though hard to imagine any non-pervy application..hamster entertainment centre perhaps)
2. Rack - huge big padded bed with a stand above it and lots of ropes and pullies and things. In December I saw a little sublet hanging upside down by her feet from this. Comfiness: 0 - 10 (depends what way up you are i imagine) Suitability for installation in a Living room: 0 - this bit if kit is larger than my living room, for a start.
3. Bondage bed..HUGE..larger than my entire HOUSE....with built in stocks. Only let down by the lack of a floral duvet cover and winceyette sheets... (Blackpool landladies, eat your heart out)
4. Diving board sort of padded thingy with little adjustable poles you rest your limbs on..combined with a sort of upright bit like a cross. We had a play on this so I can personally vouch for its comfiness..and the comradely aspect of being a few feet away from others using the standing up bit. Just the thing for a small utility room, due to the multi-purpose potential - especially for poly-relationships. (This is not entirely true, you would still need a house the size of Buckingham Palace)
Anyway.. to cut a long story short.. chat... wander... drink... wee... chat... wander... wee...(nice to meet so many people from the IRC room Informed Consent as well..) whip... whip... whip... cane... beam round beatifically for about 2 hours... drink... wee... return to B&B.. whip... whip... electrocute... wail... sleep... shower... breakfast... train... lunch... train... pub... dinner... whip... whip... sleep... shower... breakfast... drive... home.
Again, we had a really good night at rapture...and stayed up for Saturday night as well...a real pervy weekend away.
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