The Fetish Club
easily the most bizarre nights of my life were the two visits I paid to a Fetish Club in Liverpool. Let me set the scene.

I was drinking with a bunch of mates when the girlfriend of one of the lads asked me if I'd like to join them and come to a Fetish night that she was the organiser of. Well, I'm up for most things so I said I'd tag along and Martin, a mate I worked with said he'd come to. So off we trotted.


It was the most surreal night of my life. I never knew such places existed. One guy stood out. He was about six foot six with a long hair and a bushy beard. he looked like a really mean Hells Angel. Except he was dressed in suspenders and a bright pink tutu. Top bloke as well. He was a lorry driver during the day and Princess by night.

The guy in the gimp suite (ala Pulp Fiction) made me giggle. He spent the night kneeling by the stairs with a big ball-gag in his mouth and sported a sign that said "Please Hit Me!!". So I did. As I walked past him I twatted him on the side of the jaw and he fell sideways.

"Fank ewe" he mumbled.

There was also a a rack that was doing great custom. Various girls in various states of undress were queuing up to be tied onto the rack where a weird bloke dressed as a medieval torturer would drip hot wax onto them or whip them or use this strange electric gadget to give them shocks.

Like I said, this night was a revelation to me.

But the night ended and and me and Martin pissed off to our hotels.

The next day we told all, the guys at work about it and they were fascinated. So much so that they begged us to get them invites to the next one in a months time.

Well the month rolled by and me and Martin plus 4 IT geeks ended up in the Fetish Club. It was just the same as the first time - The Gimp was there crouching by the stairs and so were Princess and the Torturer. Me and Martin left the geeks at the end of the bar and went wandering to see what was new in the club.After about an hour we went back to the main bar to see how our workmates were getting on and came back to a scene of terror.

They were all huddled at the end of the bar and were pathetically grateful to see us.

"They won't let us leave" they whimpered......

Turns out that Princess and a few of the trannys were messing with their heads and kept passing notes over to them saying they were going to rape them in the corridor leading to the outside world. That, and blowing kisses and sending drinks over had totally freaked the guys out.

Me and Martin pissed ourselves laughing and then escorted the geeks to the door and waved them into the night.

Aye - they were good times.....

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 4:28, Reply)