London Fetish Week 2014 (part 1)
This may be a long post (and the 1st of probably 2 parts), but we recently attended London Fetish Week (LFW). an annual week of events created by the guys over at the Recon website. The week usually consists of some events during the day at various fetish and kink shops/bars and a themed night in the evening. The website for the event is here
Every year, I miss going to the sports-kit night they organise, as because of work commitments we normally head down on the Friday and stay until Sunday. This year was different however, as I had managed to book the Friday off work, and the sports-kit night was taking place on the Thursday. So, I managed to review the train times from Stoke-on-Trent and get train into London straight after work on the Thursday night, which surprised me to how convenient and quick the trip was and reminded me I must do it more often!
We headed to the Eagle bar first, in Vauxhall, for a quick drink before we went on to the sport-kit night, and this was my first time here. Its a great local bar with a lot of space inside and an even better decked patio garden in the rear. It was pretty quiet when we went in though. A quick beer for courage and we went off to our 1st official LFW event.
So, the sport-kit night in the Hoist was a new thing for me, and not one that I can say I really enjoyed. After entering and finding the electronic ticket we had was near useless, and we just needed to quote a name of booking it then took a bit of time to take off trackies and bag-check.
I had decided to wear my Everton kit, and new Nikes, so was predominantly in dark navy blue, something in the dim lighting I hadn’t taken into account as it looked like I was dressed in black! We met up with our London friend Mike in there (dressed rather fetchingly in his new Leeds Rugby shirt), so it was a decent night catching up and getting to hang out in sports kit, but by the time it got to 1am, I was a little bored.
A lot of the time I associate sports-kit nights with my sock fetish, and to be fair there are very few sports-kit nights where there is sock play (or at least to those I have been to). I just found the event lacked a friendliness with many guys just stood around cruising and not a lot of social banter. I’d had no interest from anyone in kit, Mike had disappeared with a nice looking fella into the play spaces of the Hoist, and Tony had had a few advances and some fun with an older bear in rugby kit, but I just wasn’t feeling it and we headed back to the hotel around 2am.
On the Friday, we got up and headed round the corner for a Starbucks breakfast and then on into town to go to Expectations. I’d wanted to buy a rubber one-piece or some other attire to go with my new leather pup-hood, so I wanted to check out here and also Regulation if I didn’t find anything. Fortunately in Expectations, I tried on a rubber one-piece surf-suit, and liked and purchased it immediately. We then headed back to get changed and were heading onto the welcome party being held at Comptons.
The Fetish Welcome was quiet at first but really got busy rather quickly. Held in the upstairs area of the bar, it soon overflowed to downstairs, and provided a much more friendly environment to meet people that you’d only seen before on Recon previously. We also met up with Vaughn and his partner Richard who we met for the first time. They will be coming to Folsom with us later in the year, which I am really looking forward to. It was also good, as I had a few beers there which helped me relax for our trip after the bar, which was a planned visit over to Fetishbound.
This wasn’t a part of the London Fetish Week official events, but just coincided with the weekend. Its held monthly and had looked to me in the past to be a good play-space for pups and for being tied up. I’d already expressed to Tony that I wanted to play more with both in public so we jumped the tube over to Kings Cross where this event is held, just around the corner. I was really really nervous about going, because of wanting to put on my puppy gear and how it was going to go – but I have to say, that everyone there was really friendly. We met Tyke & his pack there, and Tony made me put on my hood, with full gag and zipped up the mouth immediately, so I was only able to really communicate with anyone I recognised through paw waves, and nods. I think he was maybe a little nervous in a new venue around a lot of new people we didn’t really know too, so I stuck to him like glue whilst we had a drink (fed through a straw because of the confines of the mask) and then he decided that he’d tie me up in a rope harness.
There was a couple of people there who hogged some of the equipment even though they weren’t actually playing (more like waiting for someone to come over and hoping that they would then use the equipment). I always see this as bad etiquette, just I would do in the gym when someone finishes using a piece of equipment and then they just sit there stopping anyone else from using it. So I did growl a little when my Sir couldn’t find a place to tie me, but instead he used the floorspace and waited whilst he put me in the rope harness. He’s getting better and better with his rope-work and really enjoying trying new things. I wish there were somewhere for masters to go that just concentrated on them all sharing knowledge together , but I realised that this was an extremely busy version of Fetishbound because of the fact it was the Fetish Weekend, and we were in effect just as much strangers there for the first time, as a lot of other people.
I spent about an hour in the rope harness, and it was such an amazing experience being hooded and gagged for this period of time in a club, and being pulled along to where my Sir wanted to be as he was talking to people. I just had to listen intently at his side and wruff at appropriate moments when fellas commented on what a cute pup I was. It did make me burst with pride. It was so exhilarating to explore this submissive side of me in such a public way, and do it so brazenly as a pup. I think as a sub you don’t get to show this as much unless you go in gimp mask and are silent but its a different level of communication completely.
About an hour and half in, and the table on one side of the play space area became free and it didn’t take long for Sir to decide to put me on it, so that he could then continue further rope-work around my legs and bind me securely to the table. What I hadn’t then counted on was he then proceeded to take out my cock in public and milk it. I hadn’t been given permission to cum, so it took all my mental strength, mixed with the thoughts running through my mind of who could see my cock, who was watching. Sheer mental torture, which I was so happy about, but all I could do from behind the rubber gag in my mouth, was moan as I was completely tied at this point and unable to stop him from doing just as he wished.
After about what seemed 20 minutes or so, Sir untied my legs and let me up off the table so we could go and relax by the bar – which I really enjoyed again as the people there were very friendly and easy to get on with. It was almost with reluctance after around 2 hours that Sir unhooded me, and i realised just how hot and sweaty I was under the hood and in my rubber-one-piece. I could tell that he wanted a break outside for a smoke-break at this point. He is such a cigar-master, that we agreed it was time to leave at this point and head back to Eagle Bar in Vauxhall.
The Eagle is a really nice gay venue. It was the first time I’d visited there earlier in the day, but its a good sized bar, with a great decked outside area. Its great for cigar smokers basically, so we headed back so that Tony could smoke and we’d have a fairly early night before the chaos that would be the Saturday events.
On arrival back at the Eagle, we met our friends Vaughn and Richard again and stayed for a few hours drinking and socialising. My pup mask didnt go back on again at that venue, but I was totally in pup-space for the remainder of the Friday evening…