It was already 7pm and I had not finished dressing up for The Boat Party. Master Alan, my companion for the night was ready, waiting for me, wearing black leather trousers and a black shirt buttoned up to the top and finished with a tie-like chain with handcuffs and spiky wrist bands. I had decided to wear once again my red military catsuit. What can I say… I just love that PVC catsuit and it is so comfortable to wear that sometimes I feel like I am wearing nothing at all!
It was almost 8pm now and we knew we were late. We had already done two tours of the London Bridge trying to find the pier for the boat. Joanna was on the phone with Ishmael asking him to wait for us before parting. From the taxi, we could see the boat but couldn’t find the exit to get off the bridge. Eventually, we just jumped off the taxi in the middle of the bridge and briskly walked across to get the boat. The tourists on the bridge were bemused at seeing us in full fetish wear (whips included) walking on the bridge! A few Japanese tourists started taking our photos, wanting to keep a souvenir of “fetish London”. No wonder they think that the English are eccentric!
Big Ben is watching us…
As soon as we stepped on the boat, Ishmael welcome us to his mythical boat party as we left the pier. Cruising the Thames was a trip to be remembered. By this time the sun had started to set down and the sky was taking into a milliard of almost imperceptible tones. At one point we passed through the Greenwich Meridian marked at night by a laser beam across the sky. It was an amazing view that marked the end of a romantic cruise and the start of a fetish trip with two of my favourite male mentors, Alan and Ishmael.
Ishmael made it his job to guide me through London and the history behind its most popular buildings. For those of you who don’t know Ishmael Skyes, he is one of the most interesting characters I have met on the London fetish scene. Not only is he a mine of historical and cultural information but his book Free Wealin’: A Hitch Hicker’s guide to kinky sex is one of the funniest books I have read in the past few years.
This was my first fetish boat party in London, and now I could see for myself why it was so popular. As always on the London fetish scene, people were very friendly, their fetish wear amazingly imaginative and beautiful. The food gracefully served by the house maids and the music carefully selected. By this time, I was starting to be recognised on the scene by a few people so it was easy to find subs to play with and entertain me for the rest of the night.
Mistress Anath and francesca.
During the party I met a lovely couple in full bondage gear who were passionate about bondage games. First I only watched attentively at how he tied her down and how she couldn’t hide the pleasure on her face at each tightening of the ropes. She looked extremely vulnerable immobilised by the ropes but it was clear by the expression on her face that she was loving every tightening of the rope against her barely dressed body. As she explained it to me later, the ropes tightening against her breasts and rubbing between her legs were like an extension of her lover’s hands caressing her. She took great pleasure in being vulnerable, totally submitting to whatever her lover wanted to do with her. For her, the erotic charge of bondage was incomparable, the way her body awareness and erotic sensations heightened when she was tied down was beyond anything else she had experienced before. My new friend was so enthusiastic about bondage that she managed to tantalise me enough to have a go at being tied down by her boyfriend. And this is how I ended up into bondage… Another little kink to add to my list of newly acquired naughty activities…
Being tied up for the first time.