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A Broad View #7
Private Sex Party & A Visit to La Domaine Esemar
Just as the weather was starting to heat up here in the Baked
Apple, the world of sex seemed to be cooling off. Not that it's been
too hot of late, what with our mayor who shudders at the idea of anyone
(other then him, of course, with his tart of a mistress) getting any.
He's managed to close down all the titty bars and put a big ol' wet
blanket on any kinky activity. So what's a perv such as myself to do?
Throw an underground sex party, that's what! I mean, if I'm supposed to
be writing about dirty smutty stuff for you people and there isn't
anything to report on, I'd better whip something up myself! It's a
dirty job, but, well you know the rest.
So, my underground sex party! These two fab gay guys have put together
a sex/play space, complete with S&M equipment, dimly lit back
rooms, curious cubby hole type things all with lots of lube and condoms
at the ready. They have a clothes check room and even a shower in case
you get, well, messy. All this and it's only mere blocks from my
apartment in the stylish East Village! I signed a little legal document
that would allow less-than-legal activities and the date was set. Now
to line up some pervy people to attend. I emailed friends who
participated in the Caribbean debauchery of my Festival of Fetish,
Fashion and Fantasy and told them it would be strictly kinks, no
clothing and close-up reality this time. I also started a word-of-mouth
ad campaign, whispering that this would be secret, so "No fliers or
emails!"
When people began slipping their cash donations to me at clubs I knew the word was out.
The evening of the event, I set out some chips and salsa in the TV
room, where we stashed cold beers in the fridge. It was a slow start,
but eventually the "players" started trickling in. Through a decorative
threshold of fabric flames was the main room, where there was a large
round padded contraption upon which my pal Madame Cole decided to
entangle her slave Julie. She proceeded to prick her with rose thorns,
surgically staple her privates and dribble wax, well, everywhere. Whew!
Over in the corner, a threeway was unfolding between two lithe females
and a mustachioed male. And in a semi-private cubby, Tamara Blue had
her honey strung up in a sling, where she was screwing him silly with a
strap-on. This guy had an unbridled enthusiasm for anal play, and
eventually treated us to his ability to take Tamara's fist up his bum.
Nice!
In addition to these spectacles were the usual floggings and spankings
by the Baroness, bondage by the beautiful Skye and even some heavy
petting and good old fashioned high school style making out by a few
shall-remain-nameless friends who found themselves inspired by all the
exhibitionistic kink.
Now I'm busy working on the next underground bash, which I hope will
feature some even further underground absinthe, pot liqueur and
assorted swingers to make it that much more off the map!
Two weeks later I traveled high into the Berkshires, officially the
boonies to us city folk, in upstate New York, to be guest hostess at La
Domaine Esemar, an "informal chateau." Them's fancy words for S&M
B&B, or as I like to put it, a dungeon set in the rural
countryside. Madame Sang and Master R. entertain and instruct in their
home, which has a well-appointed dungeon/play space in the basement,
and during the warmer months they throw a monthly party. Their stunning
slaves are there to wait on the guests hand, foot and whatever else, as
well as participate in the requisite bondage demonstrations, piercing
rituals, etc., etc. that eventually devolve into moanings and
murmurings and other yummy stuff.
Party guests had traveled from as far away as Toronto, Boston and
Virginia for the festivities and the attendees even included a few
friends from the aformentioned Festival of Fantasy, Fetish and Fashion.
Snacks were provided, including chocolate covered strawberries and
profiteroles, organic chips and fancy cheeses. To complement the finger
food, there were fine wines from Master R.'s well-stocked cellar and
champagne for the discerning Madame Sang. Sensual lashings, decorative
bondage, electrifying cauterization and inspired play on every level,
from novice to expert, could be witnessed. The action went on well into
the night. I think I finally wound up falling asleep on a couch,
babbling like a youngster at a slumber party, at 6 am. They sure know
how to throw a party!
[Written Feb. or March 2000, I think!]
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