By FetishScot on Sat 2 Jun 2001 at 09:13
Well, it was certainly great fun. 1,200 or so pervs all dressed to the nines and out for a fun time. It all started at 10pm, going on, for those with the energy, to 6am, as the light came up over Brixton, where the venue, MASS, a huge old converted Church resides. However, in my enthusiasm to introduce a couple of pervy friends to the scene, we arrived early, hoping to avoid the usual queue, yet it only really started to fill out by midnight.
The people wore some incredible costumes in myriad materials and imaginative designs covering just about every fetish or kink you are ever likely to encounter. It's high time I got something other than black leather trousers and rubber vest in my collection.
It's hard to pick favourites as people so clearly put a lot of time and effort into their look, but I think the guy wearing the huge white King Charles wig and matching period attire in rubber, has to win. Closely followed by two blondes who somehow managed to walk around in the most incredibly high platforms without falling over once all evening.
As usual, unlike so many non-fetish clubs, the age range was there, with pervs from their teens to their 50s and 60s proving that you don't need to be young to know how to have a good time. However, the majority of people were probably in their 20s and 30s.
Music was loud, loud... oh and loud, thumping out a throbbing hardcore beat asthe dancefloor filled with writhing sweaty bodies by midnight and stayed that way all the way through till at least four am when we bowed out.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the dungeon a variety of people played around with their partners, or people that happened to be willing participants. A lot of spanking and lashings were being meted out on all-too-willing subs of both genders (and some of indeterminate origin). There was also a good line in rope bondage going on to a girl covered in blue body paint and pierced in all the places you might imagine...
Then there was a very pretty little bob-haired blonde (possibly a wig?) wearing a tartan mini-kilt and belting backsides that came into range... what a pity that she was so obviously Dom.
For relaxation there was always the two chill rooms back upstairs, where revellers can try to get away from the all-encompassing throb of the music. However, as these filled up they became saunas, making the only reason to remain the opportunity to voyeuristically soak up the vision of writhing bodies in dark corners doing stuff that would shock the parents! Or do some bad stuff yourself.
Lastly there was the alternative music in the other club-room - a mixture of different genres, from disco to diva and a photographer on hand to take your picture in your cossie, should you wish.
If there were stage shows in the room, sadly we missed them. There was so much else going on in other parts of this superb venue.
My only gripes... well I still feel that paying £3 for a small bottle of water is outrageous... (Note the 'Scot' in the title) Then again, if people are willing to pay... And what's with the nazi uniforms?
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