FUN AT THE FETISH CLUB

My question of the month - "Is Tantra present in a fetish club?"
A few weeks ago I was invited to work in the massage room (which turned out to be adjacent to the torture room) at the opening night of an 'erotic' club. I've become very spoiled if truth be told - after fifteen years of practising my various therapies at home I've become rather attached to my living room and never leave my house for work. It was a big effort to start loading the car full of oils, sheets, tissues and sexy underwear (well, I was told it was an erotic club!) for a night of massage in the far-distant continent of South London.....
From the ad posted on Tantralink.com it was easy to deduce a number of things - it was going to be full of unusually-clad human beings, the music would be good and it would all be somewhat 'fetish'.
In all my years as an urban Tantric Goddess, I've never actually visited a genuine fetish club, and have been perfectly content to try out all my goodies purchased at Erotica - rubber skirts, leather bras, cat-o-nine-tails whips, furry handcuffs, eight inch fuck-me shoes, etc. in my own bedroom. My long-suffering partner (who says yes to almost anything) and I arrived at a shabby, cold, run-down rehearsal studios in some area that I would ordinarily avoid. There had been a flood that day, they were late setting up, and I was beginning to wish I'd stayed at home...... We looked at the 'massage' room in dismay, but the guys promised that the place would be transformed in no time at all. While they were 'transforming' the room from beer-stained, cigarette-burned hellhole into welcoming, erotic, tantric temple, we went off for a wander and found someone setting up the 'torture room' next door. You may not believe me but I swear I'm not kidding. They had all the equipment. The stuff you see in porn movies but can't believe people use in real life. There was a genuine torture 'master' who promised to show me some new whipping techniques later in the night. He does this for a living, so guys, if you fancy giving up your corporate position in the city to try something more creative.........
We also came across a rather bemused security guard, who'd never done a job quite like this in his life. The poor man had been given a few instructions along the lines of "Don't let single guys into the Playroom (read Sexroom) only couples". It was quite amusing to witness a 6 foot 4 muscle-bound bouncer gazing wide-eyed at the rack, asking the 'master' if he was really going to be tying people to it later? Anyway, after a lot of dedicated work by the team, the studios had indeed become an exotic and erotic venue, sporting palm trees, red-sheeted mattresses, a well-lit stage for the live shows, ambient lighting and entertaining 'porno-erotica' projected on to the walls.
The punters started arriving. There was a changing room by the front door for those arriving in 'street wear'. People without the right gear were turned away. One poor friend of mine who thought he was coming to a 'dance your inner child' workshop showed up in African trousers and a T-shirt and was sent packing.....I was glad I'd braved Brent Cross the night before to find the right undies, bra and fishnet pull-ups.
Well, what a wonderful bunch of folk we massaged that night. It was delicious. They were all up for a good oily, full-body experience and it was very gratifying to see these enthusiastic 'sensation junkies' stripping off bits of PVC, untying straps on thigh-high boots, extricating themselves from bodices in order to plunge into sensorial heaven.
After 'working' for a couple of hours, my partner and I kitted ourselves up in rubber and off I went, whip in tow for a bit of an exploration into the underworld. I brushed up on my whipping strokes, and found quite a few guinea pigs, virtually begging for a beating. I watched with wide-eyed fascination while an erotic snake charmer performed unmentionable manouevers with a live snake. I witnessed a virtually naked, blonde goddess achieving inhuman contortions high above the stage on a metal pole. I danced till sweat dripped from every pore. I ventured into the Playroom with my partner and like a voyeur on acid, witnessed the most incredible sights that would turn my grandma in her grave.......
At two in the morning I came across the burly bouncer, sitting on a chair, head in hands, looking beyond weary. I put my lips to the top of his bald head and kissed him with love. He looked up at me and there was such gratitude in his eyes, for that little moment of intimacy and connection, it melted my heart.
At three in the morning, we all fell out again into the streets of London. Very little alcohol had been consumed, certainly by anyone I came across, and I didn't find anyone on drugs. A nicer bunch of people you couldn't have hoped of spending the evening with.
I slept like a baby that night, dreaming of legs in high heels and red lips and and and........I can't reveal my dreams to you, you might begin to think I was perverted.
But in thinking about my night at the Pleasure Lab, I have an answer to the question - Tantra is a state of consciousness. It can reside anywhere, in everything and everyone. Tantra is the mirroring of the inside on the outside. Tantra is the truth of your heart manifest in the reality of your daily life. I am as tantric in aisle seven of the supermarket as I am on a tantra course as I am in a fetish club. Tantra is the great experiment. And I'm experimenting to the max!