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May 15, 2007
Bound Up in Knots
Nope, it's not another sad entry, full of explanations about why I'm crying again, or why no one loves me. Instead, I will delve into my recent past, back to a time when I was happy, carefree, and on my way to a fetish club.
I went with Mr. Bad Apologies and three of his friends. I was distraught that my "fetish attire" (ordered off the internet) had not arrived, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the other girls in the party had brought along some extra pieces that they were happy to share.
The club itself was an amusing mix of German death metal, nerds who should have been home playing D&D, the occasional hard core dominatrix, and even a 50-year old man dressed as a French maid (who managed to be accompanied by a girl in combat boots and a thong).
We sampled the bondage equipment around the room, the owner kindly demonstrated to the crowd how to use the leather whip-thing on me (while I was cuffed to some sort of scaffolding), and I was later invited to give a topless woman a spanking while her boyfriend looked on (I obliged, of course, since when in Rome...).
Good times were had by all, except perhaps by Mr. Bad Apologies, who got drunk off of vodka and cranberry juice and had to be taken home early, leaving the three other girls to grab a taxi in the wilds of Southwest DC wearing clothing that a hooker would have raised an eyebrow at.
Yes, dear readers, it was quite an evening. I'd share other pictures, but I don't have permission from the girls, and well, their "girls" are prominently displayed.
Comments
There's always Pride next month. Anything goes!
Posted by: mr. bad apologies at May 15, 2007 12:33 PM
For the love of god, I don't look good like that...
Posted by: mr. bad apologies at May 15, 2007 06:14 PM
I nearly spit my coffee.
Posted by: nycrouge at May 16, 2007 10:02 AM
