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Review: May 2nd Club Sin Fetish Friday

Club Sin May 2008
On Friday, May 2nd, Club Sin was celebrating it’s 50th consecutive “Fetish Friday” event at Club Cleopatra’s here in Montreal. Quite an accomplishment as fetish events go here in the city.

Earlier in the week, I had arranged for my submissive “g” to pick up a few of the free tickets that had been offered by Club Sin via some of the kink-related shops in town. He was ordered to show up ahead of time and reserve us a good seating area, since I was also expecting a few of my other friends to show up and wanted to be able to sit together with them.

My alpha submissive toriko helped me to prepare for the night’s outing; laying out my choice of clothing for the event. I decided to have a bit of fun and dressed as a “Pirate Slaver Queen”, complete with a black leather corset with lots of silver spikes and buckles, a white low-cut lace-up pirate blouse that displayed my cleavage nicely, along with my trusty chrome handled flogger over one shoulder and an 8 foot long leather bullwhip coiled and slung over the other. It was all topped off by a superb dark leather tricorne hat that I picked up last fall. All in all, a quite striking and unusual outfit which garnered a number of compliments that night.

We had originally hoped to bring our good friend, the lovely Lady Roxy with us, but at the last minute she was simply too tired, especially since she had to get up early to work the next morning; so we made arrangements to catch up again later. I miss her warm smile and sweet soul a lot…

My lucky blessings from the all-powerful urban Parking Gods continued to hold well; a car pulled out of a spot about three doors away from the Club Cleo‘s entrance just as I drove up. The chances of that are extraordinary; especially on a busy Friday night in downtown Montreal!

I had toriko call “g” on his cellphone to let him know to come downstairs and give us our tickets. It was at that time that we discovered something that was rather upsetting. Apparently, the organizer had decided at the last minute NOT to honour the free tickets that had been issued and distributed, and instead to charge people at the door. I was *seriously* NOT impressed — those kinds of actions are the type of thing that can ruin an event’s reputation in short order, despite years of good publicity.

Anyways, I guess an awful lot of other people bitched and complained about the situation as well — because when we finally arrived to the ticket-taker; she explained that the promoter had backed down and that it would be free after all. Still, what a fiasco; especially since it was so unexpected — we’ll have to see how it affects Club Sin’s general reputation in the long run. As it is, I’m not sure I’ll bother going again unless I’m supporting a friend who is performing and has put me on their guest list; at least that way I can be sure, hmmm, or can I? :sighs and rolls eyes:

It was around 11:30pm by the time we got in and the club was already quite packed. was nice to see so many familiar faces including: Lord Peter (whom I hadn’t seen since New Year’s Eve), Sir Marc, Mistress Zyra & Malcolm, slave ricky and many more… My pretty boytoy toriko found and brought over our young lady friend of recent acquaintance; I have bestowed upon her the pet nickname of Tatsu (because she was born in a Year of the Dragon, just like myself). She was wearing a pretty new dark blue and black brocade custom corset that looked absolutely gorgeous on her, especially with her matching hair falls.

The seating that my submissive “g” had reserved for us was in the upper level and consisted of a rounded comfy rounded couch area at one end of the small play zone. It was a good spot, as it kept us from being crowded and banged into by the milling crowds. It was unfortunate that throughout the evening, despite having clothing, purses and toybags on our seats whenever someone stepped away to get a drink, have a dance or even use the washroom — that some of the more clueless or drunken males would try to plunk themselves down, hoping to get a good spot to watch some of the nearby play action or during the stage presentations. However, between myself and my boys; we managed to keep our reserved zone to ourselves. Hey, if they want a good spot, get here early or have someone else hold them a good seat; but don’t go stealing other people’s seats! Jeez, how rude!

Shortly after midnight, there was a video presentation to honour the birthday of a local fetish community member known as “The Richard”. Totally didn’t get to see any of it; since too many people came up to our upper level and plunked themselves in front of our seating area. So much for the good sight-line! When it came to the follow-up fashion show by Creation SIS, us smaller ladies actually had to stand up on the couch in order to be able to see above the crowd. What I did see was not too bad; however I would have preferred more fashion (ie: more outfits and shown more clearly) and less of the lengthy onstage fondling. I’m sure that part of that is due to a limited working budget of course.

After the show, we were joined by several friends, including Ambrosia Demise  who came over and we had as nice a chat as we could, considering the loud music… speaking of which….

One of the reasons that I rarely attend Club Sin anymore is because the music is simply too *fucking* loud! I actually had to have my boys dig out the “emergency” ear plugs out of the toy bag. Unfortunately there were only two sets; so toriko and I made use of them as we were both getting headaches and our ears were ringing. Even with the ear plugs, I found it loud and difficult to carry a conversation for any length of time. I know an awful lot of other people in the community feel the same way and won’t attend Fetish Fridays anymore for the same reason — they value their hearing.

One of the redeeming features of the night was catching sight of one of my occasional play parters, submissive “v” — I asked him if he was available and we proceeded to enjoy a relatively subdued play scene, because the environment was not the best for anything more intense or involved. I had toriko reserve the play area with the chains hanging from the ceiling (there was only one other play area besides that).

I had a good flogging session with submissive “v” and then had my other boys prepare my candles and some ice for some sensual hot wax play. I love to play with two candles in one hand; it doubles the drip rate of the wax — I’ve also been told many times that it does look rather spectacular from an observer’s viewpoint. Afterwards, I “shaved” the wax of his back with a shiny but safe-edged knife.

We followed up with some much-needed aftercare (for Me!) by having “v” giving me one of his intense foot massages, “g” being my “drink boy” holding my silver tray and drinking goblet nearby and slowly fanning myself with my chinese fan while toriko saw to the toys being stowed safely away. I had a good chuckle when someone mentioned how everytime they saw me, I always had so many submissives around me catering to my needs… I looked around at all “my boys” and realized that she was right — damn I’m a wonderfully spoiled Lady at times! I do love my life as a Domme!

At the end of the evening, as people were going around saying their farewells, I was joined by the sexy skin-tight catsuit-wearing Maîtresse Malycia; it was so good to see her again. She, along with Sir Marc, decided to join the boys and myself for our usual breakfast tradition; however this time we ventured to a quaint little 24hr café in the Gay Village, since we haven’t been particularly pleased with Picasso’s as of late.

As we drove there, it was quite interesting to observe the wonderful variety of people pouring forth onto the streets of Ste. Catherine as the bars and clubs closed. Montreal is such an amazing city; I love the diversity and perversity of it all!

Breakfast was much needed by all by that time; it had been such a long time since any of us had anything to eat. We got a chance to catch up and discuss a variety of topics, and best of all, without having to shout at each other! 😉 The sun was slowly rising as we left the café shortly after 6am and drove Maîtresse Malycia home; then toriko and I headed back to the West Island for some much-needed sleep.

Private Play Party at Maitre Ex’s dungeon

For the past while, Maitre Ex has been hosting private play parties at his excellent dungeon on the South Shore. They are usually double-night affairs, for both the Friday and Saturday nights and usually winds up in the wee hours of the morning.

The Friday play party ended up being on the small side; which was not bad at all because it allowed me to do some much needed socializing with my kinky friends and leather family.

Saturday’s was much more busy with quite an assortment of guests; some older familiar faces and a number of new ones. It was a shame that a few people I was hoping to see were not able to make it…

We arrived around 11:30pm (myself, my two submissives toriko & g, and my occasional painslut JF). It was nice to see several friendly faces were already there, so I “made the rounds” to greet them all.

I ended my evening with an hour and a half heavy play session with my painslut JF; comprised mainly of flogging with a variety of implements (including my favourite chrome flogger), some very intense hot wax play, alternated with ice play, then more flogging and finally sensuously scraping the wax off with a blade. The both of us were “flying” after that and feeling extremely mellow after it was all done…

All in all, a wonderful weekend of kinky fun!

Review: Private Double Dungeon Party (Feb./Mar.)

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Maître Ex hosted another of his marvelous play parties at his private dungeon on the south shore of Montreal. This one was a double feature; being held on Friday the 29th of February and Saturday the 1st of March. It was unfortunate that my alpha sub toriko was not feeling well enough to attend, however my probationary sub “g” was there to attend to my needs.

The first night was a bit on the quiet side, due to the snowy weather being not particularly conducive to driving. Sir Marc, Maddog and Lady Evyl were both in attendance, so we did some socializing while sitting around the lovely wood burning stove — what a great atmosphere for catching up with kinky friends.

Lady Evyl had a chance to try one of my corsets — I recently sent it back to get a small repair done and the company sent me back a new one! However, I have lost a significant amount of weight since I first got it and I wasn’t really looking forward to spending months molding it to my figure again. Evyl looks magnificent in it as the length suits her taller frame much better. So we’ll probably make arrangements for her to take it off my hands, so that I can purchase a new leather corset in a smaller size.

If you’d like to see how good she looks in the corset; have a look at her CollarMe profile — there is a pic of her in a black leather corset with a bullwhip on her hip. That’s the pic I took of her when we were at the dungeon. I must admit that it is a particularly flattering shot!

Later on that night, I lent my favourite chrome flogger to Evyl so that Maddog could give her a few flogging pointers so that she could refine her techniques.

I, on the other hand, got to have fun doing a sensual hot wax scene with submissive “v”, an older and refined silver-haired gentleman of my acquaintance. Afterwards, he showed his gratitude by getting on his knees and giving me a very welcome and lengthy foot massage — he certainly does know how to do it well on me, gently stretching the tendons in a “that-hurts-so-good” kind of way and with some deep tissue massage on the heel of the foot.

After the evening’s fun at the dungeon, a bunch of our kinky friends joined us for our traditional breakfast at Picasso’s; a wonderful way to end a great night of BDSM and fetish fun.

Attending the April Fool’s Fetish Ball

Fetish Fool’s Ball

On March 31st, Isabeau hosted another of her fabulous Fetish Balls. This one was held once again at the Bain Mathieu, here in Montreal. I was originally supposed to be attending with my good friend Lady Katana, but unfortunately she was side-lined by a nasty migraine, so she was not able to come with us.

I had been feeling not up to par earlier in the day, due to another one of my coughing attacks; so I opted for a restful nap with my submissive houseboy toriko attended to various household duties. I was gently awoken by my boy, who brought me some freshly-made hot mint tea to my bedside, to soothe my achy throat.

I have not had much of an appetite these past few weeks while I have been fighting this virus, but I do realize that I need to eat in order to keep up my energy. So toriko brought me a light meal to enjoy with my tea, and then went off to draw a hot bubble bath for me and lay out my evening’s wardrobe. After my bath, I had my boy give me a light foot and leg massage with one of my favourite lotions, to lock in the moisturizing softness.

I began my preparations for the evening, ranging from my make-up and perfume and including putting my hair up in my trade-marked long braid which hangs to past my waist. I also wore a small black jeweled metal headband and chose to trim my braid in red, to match the gorgeous new red leather corset that my boy had bought for me and which had arrived the day before.

Since this was the first wearing of the corset, it took a little while to get the corset lacing adjusted just right, but once it was, I found it to be *extremely* comfortable and not constricting — like a snug and sexy leather hug around my body. I wore my elbow length black velvet fingerless gloves and an elegant floor length black skirt with decorative draping trim.

Earlier last week I had picked up a new matching collar and leash for my boy; it is made of a chic reflective neon green material, which would make it perfect for keeping an eye on him in the dark environment of a club or dungeon. On to the collar was added one of my special marks of ownership, a shiny customized gold dogtag inscribed “Property of Mistress Jade Dragon“. I also had toriko help pack and carry one of my smaller toybags, as I was not sure how much playing I would be doing, depending on my energy levels.

In keeping with Montreal clubbing traditions, we arrived at around midnight and I began to make the rounds of the Fetish Ball, with my pretty-boy submissive in tow behind me on his leash.

Immediately I noticed that Isabeau had arranged for the majority of recommendations that our Club Fetish group had made regarding improvements that could be made to the dungeon play space area. Unfortunately she was unable to obtain the downstairs area of Bain Mathieu this time ’round, so the playspace was in a marked off in an elevated area behind the dance floor. There were tall railings around two of the sides, with a 8-10″ deep bar top for people to lean against and to put their drinks.

The third side was roped off, leaving only two smaller entrances to the actual playzone itself. This meant that there were no casual walk-throughs of the play scenes from any of the non-players. In the past, many fetish people who are not aware of good play scene etiquette tended to crowd the players too much, sometimes to the point of being with the strike zone of a flogger’s back swing. Many serious BDSM players simply did not feel comfortable in such surroundings and would not play in conditions that they could not feel in control, both for the comfort of themselves and their bottom, as well as for those around them who might inadvertendly get in their way.

There was also a sign-up sheet for the various playstations, to make sure that nobody would “hog” a particular area for the whole night, and that one could sign up for a spot and wander off to return at the designated timeslot to find it ready to use. This proved to be quite a popular change and meant that there was a nice turnover of players over the course of the night — which was quite the treat for the multitudes of observers who crowded the railings for practically the entire night.

Kudos also go to the various playzone monitors who made sure that things ran smoothly and that the established rules and guidelines were kept by all, including the new “no breakable glass or bottles” in the play area. Last time, it was noticed that there were a number of broken bottles littering some corners, which can be dangerous with so many near-naked or latex-clad bodies wandering about or playing.

There was a comfy lounge area at the opposite end of the building, elevated on the far side of the DJ area and dance floor, which is of course located at the bottom of the former pool floor bottom. There were numerous couches, including some inflatable ones; and many were congregating there throughout the evening to socialize.

One of the visual highlights of the Ball were several performances by talented fire-dancers on the dance floor. A variety of fire implements were used by the performers; much to the delight of the observers. One female performer used a kind of large metal hula-hoop with a half dozen flaming tips on it, which she proceeded to not only spin around her waist and her outstretched arm, but also around her neck — which alarmed several of us who wondered how she managed to not burn her hair while doing so. There was another who danced on tall stilts, with a large flaming headpiece and elongated finger wands and another with large fire fans. Of course, there was also the traditional fire poi dance, which is fiery balls which are spun around on ropes or chains. All in all, a beautiful visual treat enjoyed by all!

Partway through the night, while I was watching the playzone from the observer railings, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and discovered it my friend, the beloved “fetish diva” Midori stopping by to say hello. We hugged and then chatted for a while; Sir Michael and I had been hoping to take her out to one of the local “cabane à sucre” during her stay here in Montreal, but it looked like Mario from Polymorphe Latex beat us to it. So, instead we made tentative dinner plans for Sunday or Monday night instead. I introduced Midori to some of my other friends who were nearby, as well as to my submissive toriko, before she continued on her rounds to check things out.

Finally found my friends Domina Jade & Sir Marc in the playzone, tag-teaming with their spanking and flogging techniques on the submissive sabine, who seemed to be in a absolutely blissful state. I would have to wait until they were finished to say hello and spend some time with them later.

I was pleased to cross paths with Master André and Vivian who were having lots of fun in the play zone introducing people to the pleasures and pains of the electrical wand. They were showing how the connection would flow through multiple people, as they and those they were playing with reached out to some of the observers for them to feel the ripple, buzz and shocks of the wand.

I also had the pleasure of seeing Maître Éric (AKA Gargoyle Toes) once again; as I had not seen him since the Club Fetish/FemDomme Society dinner back in February. By the way, Maître Éric has begun to make his own hemp rope, dyed in the most scrumptious jewel-tone colours and will soon be making them available for sale. I have been privileged enough to receive a gift of some of this rope, in a gorgeous deep green.

Let’s see who else I got to see and spend time with…. Argaive the fetish photographer and his lady friend, the thin and lithe J, one of my favourite ladies to tie up; we had been hoping to do a Midori-style rope dance, but I had not brought my rope bag and by the time someone found some for us to use, her ride had to leave for the 2 hour drive home. Damn, hopefully next time things will work out more to our advantage.

Met another old photographer friend of mine, who was doing press photos for the event and we chatted briefly. Got a sensuous hug and cuddle from ChainedV, a lovely lady sub of my acquaintance. I was once again introduced to “j”, a young submissive friend of my houseboy — he does knows how to charm a lady, as he never fails to kiss the back of my hand, this time with a deep bow.

In the latter part of the night, I needed to rest and get off my feet, but still wanted to stay near the playzone with my friends. So I decided to enter the playzone and stationed myself along one of the stepped edges, with my boy on the floor in front of me. We had a very hot and sensual play scene, but I’ll save that story for another time…

At around 3am, Domina Jade, Sir Marc and sabine were considering heading off, however I tempted them into joining us for one of our long-standing traditions of breakfast at Picassos after a night out of fetish and dungeon fun. It wasn’t hard to convince them, since it had been such a long time since we had the chance to do so. I also managed to convice my submissive toriko’s friend “JF” to join us as well.

It was about 3:30 am by the time we arrived, but we found a nice long table for the six of us. In almost any other town or city; we would have made quite the spectable — as I was still clad in my red leather corset and some of the others were also wearing latex and leathers, and sabine was dressed totally “en femme”. However, Montreal being the wonderfully kinky and eclectic city that it is, we barely rated a second glance from the other late-night patrons.

Breakfast at Picassos is a wonderful tradition; it allows us all to “wind down” from the night’s fun and to recap some of our adventures to each other. I believe that it has really given us a great sense of bonding as well because it is such a wonderful casual feeling to share our stories and experiences over a good meal — of course it doesn’t hurt that we are all usually starving by then!

“JF” told my boy that he only needed to be dropped off at a metro so that he could begin the long trek home (Picasso’s in in NDG and he lived in the north of Montreal, easily an hour and a half or more of travel at that hour). toriko wisely told him that the decision was not up to him, but rather rested in the hands of his Mistress. I, of course, would have nothing to do with that and stated flatly that I would have toriko drive him right to his door. “JF” seemed a little surprised but did not object to my decision; it also gave me a chance to chat with him during the ride and get to know him a bit better — something that is a little difficult to do in the rather loud environment of a Fetish Ball.

Afterwards, my submissive toriko chauffeured me home, as the sun rose in the eastern sky; it’s sunbeams making the early morning frost glisten and sparkle like diamonds. What a beautiful way to end a kinky night’s fun at yet another fantastic Fetish Ball!

Review: Exclusive private Dungeon launch party

Bound and Blindfolded

Here I sit on a quiet Sunday evening (July 10th), propped up with tons of comfy pillows in my waterbed, sipping my Lady Gray tea out of my favorite porcelain dragon mug; quietly listening to my Zen music collection. I have my Tibook laptop with me, and two cats curled up on either side of me, as I ponder Saturday evening’s activities… and so I shall share them with you now my dear reader…

A few weeks ago, I had been invited by a well-known Montreal cross-dresser named Jules, to attend a very exclusive private party for the launch of a new dungeon. If any of you have watched the “Kink” series on Showcase, Jules was one of the main characters that they covered during their Montreal series, which was shown last year. In it, we got a partial view of the industrial shop that would eventually be converted into the dungeon that I would be visiting.

Due to a few last minute incoming phone calls, I was a bit late in getting out and despite Mapquest directions, got a bit turned around, but finally found my way to the address that had been indicated. So, I arrived at about 10:45pm. I was pretty sure that I was in the correct area, and as I parked my Saturn, it was confirmed by the sight of two latex & PVC clad kinksters getting out of their car and heading in the same direction. So much for subtlety…I had packed my leather corset into my shoulder bag – to insure a bit of discretion since it is in a predominantly residential area, secondly because driving in this corset feels like being in a body cast!

The heavy metal door seems quite imposing as it cracked open, to reveal two eager subs that greet us demurely. I feel immediately welcome, because one of them is sabine, the sub of Maitre Pierre & Mistress Catherine, with whom I had enjoyed a party just the previous weekend. We exchanged the traditional Montreal two-cheek kiss, and he gently asked “if he may” and delicately adjusted my heavy jeweled necklace to center it for me. What a sweetie!

I descended a small turning staircase and through a heavy barred jaildoor to enter the new dungeon. Wow, what a sight! The first thing that struck me was the sheer size of the room; it had very high ceilings that were easily 12-15 feet in height. The room itself must have been a good 50-60 feet in length and perhaps 20 feet in width. The walls were painted white and were lit with a few red and blue bulbs, giving a wonderful gentle illumination to the space — not too bright, but not so dim that you couldn’t play properly.

Just to the right as I entered, was a small carpeted sitting and conversation area, with a couch, a chaise-longue and a few wooden armchairs. Above it was a decorative shelf featuring some of Jules’ exotic shoe collection. To the left was a curtained area extending about 15 feet, behind which was a changing room/bathroom and some storage, and just beyond that was an area with a small fridge, coolers of drinks, and a table laid out with shrimp hors-d’oeuvres, crispy snacks and bite-size pieces of pizza, among other things. In the center area, just past the sitting area, was the first of several magnificent pieces of play equipment that were placed strategically around the rest of the dungeon.

As I waited my turn to be able to change into my corset and antique top hat, I spied sabine’s owners, Maitre Pierre and Mistress Catherine (also featured on Kink) and went to greet them and exchange a few pleasantries. I once again thanked them warmly for inviting me to their BBQ/Pool Party the previous weekend, as I had enjoyed myself immensely! I finally got a chance to change and felt immediately much more at ease. I wore my favorite black leather lambskin corset, with my “equipment belt” over it from which hung my thumbcuffs, handcuffs, and into which I had tucked my riding crop and black ostrich plume feather fan. I also wore a floor-length flowing black velvet skirt and my antique top hat — which I had trimmed for this occasion with a strip of red “vet wrap” to match the two red bands in my hair, which I had styled into a french braid and flowed into a long braid that extended past my waist, that was also tipped in red wrap, adding a colourful accent to an otherwise dark outfit.

I began to tour the rest of the dungeon, inspecting the imposing play equipment pieces in detail. The first was a large “inversion” piece that had two “stations” on it — the one on the end of the axle is a X cross, with holes for feet and face and a multitude of straps. The second is hung more in the middle of the axle and is a a seat to which a sub can be very securely strapped in, with their legs slightly apart. There is a large hand wheel at the opposite end, with which one can use to slowly turn the entire contraption, suspending and inverting the strapped-in sub. I got to see it in action later on in the evening and I must say that it is quite impressive. One heavyset sub had received a heavy spanking and flogging while suspended upside down, with her buttocks nicely presented at the perfect height. I also spoke to the two subs, who had each been in one of the two stations, and they were very enthusiastic about their experience. The heavyset sub has particularly impressed at how well she had been supported by the straps and mentioned that she had felt extremely comfortable the whole time — which of course meant that she could concentrate on the sensations being given to her by the Top. Most people had been holding back and simply admired the equipment, but once Jules had strapped in the sub to demonstrate the inversion piece, they loosened up and started playing with their subs on the various pieces of play furniture.

About mid-way in the room, there was a huge metal suspension frame, complete with electric winch to lift the overhead suspension bar. Quite a few of the subs present were practically salivating at the thought of hanging from it’s chains… Towards the far end of the dungeon, were several other pieces including: a very large and imposing wooden chair with rings and tie-down sections, a floor-level piece of furniture that featured many padded areas and supports to which a sub could be strapped in a head-down kneeling position suitable for spanking and paddling.

There was a pair of crosses attached to each other and leaning back-to-back for stability, one being a St. Andrews cross, the other the standard t-shape. There was also a long padded bench, a large wide leaning board with numerous cut-out sections and tie-down sections and lastly, a hanging wrought iron metal cage that resembled some medieval torture device in which a sub’s head and torso could be trapped with their legs hanging out of it. All in all, a very interesting collection of strong, stable and gorgeous play furniture, much better than anything I have seen to date!

All in all, I would guess that there was easily 40-50 people there at the peak of attendance and it looked like the “who’s who” of the Montreal kink community, many of whom were clad in either leather, latex or other exotic fetish styles. I got to see several of my kinky friends and acquaintances.

I didn’t have any of my subs with me to play that night, so instead I enjoyed numerous discussions with a variety of people, and ended up being one of the last to leave at close to 4 am (dawn had arrived). I did, however get a brief chance to speak to Jullianne (Jules’ Mistress and partner in the dungeon) regarding the possibility of reserving it in the future for a potential evening of fun for my new group, the Montreal FemDomme Society — that would be great! I’ll have to see how many people might be interested in such an outing and what the total costs would be to organize it…

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

A Domme’s Review: Montreal Fetish Friday June 17th

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It’s time once again to catch up on my journalling/blogging from the past week…

Last Friday (the 17th) I attended the Club Sin Fetish Friday by myself; all my usual kinky friends were unavailable or out of town. I was very lucky in finding a parking spot only a few doors down from the club, which is pretty unusual on a friday night in downtown Montreal.

I arrived a bit before 11 pm and the place was fairly populated, but certainly not the crowds one can usually expect on the first fridays of the month. I counted around 80-ish people and as the night progressed, more people trickled in until it reached a maximum of about 125 or so folk. Not terribly crowded, but then again it allowed people to circulate without having to bump into each other.

I snagged a table for myself on the upper level to the left of the stage, which allowed me a good view of the dance floor and the stage presentation later that night. It was Mistress Vanisha with Princess Murielle and Zia, a trio of very young (21 to 24 years) local pro-dommes. Unfortunately, their show was over an hour late and in the meantime they took up most of the dance floor with their props, so almost nobody could dance as a result.

Their show was uninspiring to say the least, rather predictable and certainly nothing new. It seemed a pieced-together piece of play acting supposedly based in a hotel room, designed to try to show off a few fetish type outfits they owned; which in itself was nothing spectacular compared to some of the stuff the audience itself was wearing… There was a fairly conservative teacher type, a bellboy, a bikini top and shorts, a housemaid (not even with the typical french maid outfit) and a nurse — nothing impressive. Overall, I’d give their “show” a 4/10.

I finally got a chance to dance later on. Noticed a very handsome and nubile male sub in tiny leather shorts kept glancing at me on the dance floor. I smiled and nodded at him in a friendly manner, as he seemed to be impressed with my outfit. I must mention that I finally got a chance to wear my antique top hat — and it garnered me a number of compliments over the evening. So I figured that is what he might have been looking at…

I also finally got a chance to introduce myself to “Jules” a local male cross-dresser extraordinaire, who gained a somewhat of a celebrity status after appearing on the recent Montreal season of the “Kink” series on Showcase. He was quite sweet and even gave me an invitation to the launch of a new local dungeon on July 9th. I’ll have to contact him again and see if I can bring a few of my kinky friends…

Late in the night, I noticed Bianca Beauchamp made an appearance; she is a very well-known latex fetish model from Montreal. . She is very tiny and pretty and is best known for her amazing cleavage, 32 DD if I remember correctly. She wasn’t wearing any of her more colourful or revealing latex or fetish outfits, just a skin-toned translucent latex skirt with a matching little jacket/top. She is quite the exhibitionist though, and did get up on the dance floor by herself and was quite wonderful to watch as she danced very sexily, with almost belly-dance style moves — it reminded me of a stage performance she gave at Club Sin several months ago.

Just before closing, that young male sub from the dance floor approached me and mentioned to me in french something to the effect that I had such a nice riding crop and it was such a shame that I did not get to put it to use that night. I replied that since both my male subs were now in Europe and my femsub is currently working two jobs, that I am temporarily “sub-less”.

We got to chatting for a bit; as best we could considering how loud the music was. I don’t think he had ever come across a Domme with a stable and he was very curious that I had one. He mentioned to me how one of his friends is a Dom and pointed him out to me. He is one that I had noticed earlier in the evening doing what seemed to be an extremely heavy flogging on someone’s sub or boyfriend, but he seemed to have no care for the boy’s kidney area — I hadn’t been impressed, but then again it was in a club and hard to tell from 25 feet away. Since it is not a true dungeon club, only a fetish night/play party — there are no official dungeon monitors.

He mentioned that he is quite interested in exploring his Dominant side, but to do so properly he wishes to explore the submissive side first, in order to better grasp what it is all about – something that I can understand. We talked some more before the lights came up and I gave him one of my fetish cards and he gave me his email address. We’ll see if anything more comes of it…

All in all, not a bad kink night, if a little toned down compared to most. It was good to get out, even if it was by myself.

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

A Hot & Knotty Saturday…

Male bound in black rope

Since I didn’t make it to the June 3rd Fetish Friday event, I’ve been real antsy to get out and have some kinky fun. Both of my male subs are gone to Europe, and my femsub is working 2 jobs and therefore unavailable, so play-wise, I am currently temporarily sub-less.

Got to chat over the phone with my FemDomme friend Lady August Joy and we decided to attend “Le Chateau” together. We’ve already done some scenes together, particularly on my sub jon and really play quite well together.

Saturday the 11th was also the day of one of the local munches, but it was supposed to be a picnic munch and with all the hot muggy weather, neither I nor any of my friends felt up to it, and decided to skip it and rest up for the evening’s fun instead.

So I picked up August Joy in my car (finally got the A/C fixed – Yeah!), so we had a nice refreshing drive out to the eastern part of the island to “Le Chateau”. Luckily we found parking right across the street, which was a good thing, since I was hauling a fairly hefty pack with a large part of my kinky toy collection inside and it was rather heavy. (Never mind the half dozen riding crops sticking out one end…)

Hmmmmmm… they rearranged some of the interior of Le Chateau, including several large drape/curtains across the doorway entrances to some of the rooms, to keep the air conditioned air contained within. The back “comfy room” as I’ve taken to calling it, has been transformed into a sort of mini-theater, with a projection screen showing kinky films. The ones they were showing were without sound and relatively short and were on repeat. Unfortunately, it is now too dark in the room to even see others in order to have a decent conversation. I did find some tealights set out and lit them, which helped a bit…

I dug out my trio of new books to share with Lady August while we waited for more folk to arrive. Also showed her my new riding crops and my new set of beautiful black bondage ropes. A francophone gentleman sitting across the way was also quite interested so I let him see them too. A conversation ensued where he discovered that we were “sub-less” for the evening and offered himself for our use. He was gentle-natured and quite pleasing to the eye and so after some discussion, we decided to take him up on the offer.

The three of us went upstairs, where I had discovered one of the other play rooms was now much better lit and much cooler. Since he was a relative newcomer to the scene, we decided to take it quite easy on him as we were not familiar with all of his reactions, etc.

August and I decided to use the sawhorse for our play and I proceeded to use my new ropes to restrain him, binding his wrists and wrapping his waist/ lower back area to both hold him and protect his kidneys from any flogging. We noticed he had a mild sunburn and put a cool wet cloth across his shoulders to keep him from overheating. I also kept one nearby for myself, as the room tended to warm up from people coming in and out of the room to watch, letting the cool air escape.

I blindfolded him to keep him on the alert and to heighten the experience, something he later said really worked quite well on him. Between the two of us, we warmed up his cheeks to a nice rosy glow with some spanking, my selection of riding crops and my red flogger.

Later, I untied him from the sawhorse and proceeded to do a Shibari-style diamond body harness on him. While August proceeded to tease his nipples, I took out some more of my rope, this time a finer white cord and started to wrap up his uncircumcised cock for some light CBT. It definitely did something for him, as he started to get hard…

We played a while longer, but kept it to about an hour, as it was getting so warm that it was very uncomfortable for us and we needed to rest. Before he went off to shower, he mentioned that if we wanted to play again later, he would be more than willing to offer himself again, but neither of us was really up to doing a whole scene again due to the heat. It sure can be hard work, especially in the muggy heat…

We rested on the couches for a while, talking with others. I briefly got to meet Softskin (from ALT) and her husband. Several people made comments on my large and heavy bag of toys, and I ended up taking out my books again and some of my goodies to share/show the others.

One of my Dom friends, Spike, was there with a femsub named aria, and asked if I would be willing to try some of my bondage on her. I was fairly restored by then and decided to give it a go. She was a fair bit taller than me, so it was a bit of a challenge.

I joined my two 24 foot ropes, so that I could attempt a “Mermaid” style full body harness, using a Shibari-inspired diamond pattern, and a crossed arms behind the back rope restraint.

Wow. Gorgeous!

It turned out quite nice if I do say so myself… I was VERY pleased with my work as that is the first time that I got to try that particular effect.

Spike proceeded to lift and move her carefully over to the imposing black wall cross, where, with a bit of my help in positioning her feet, we mounted her on the footstand. I proceeded to stabilize her with rope from her elbows to the cross arms and he blindfolded her with a scarlet red bandana. I thought that all that black with a touch of red in her blond hair made for a striking composition — as did Spike (he is a fetish photographer too). I wish I had been allowed to have my camera with me as it made for a delightful pose.

Spike got to have some nice playtime with her bound so nicely to the cross, before he took his time undoing the rope work, learning some of the pattern work by doing so.

I think that perhaps Spike and I might collaborate more in the future, doing some fetish photography of some of my bondage art works. I’ll have to keep an eye out for potential models…. any offers anyone?

All in all, a delightful evening at Le Chateau, if somewhat tiring from the heat and mugginess. But it felt so nice to be back among kinky folk and to have some playtime.

Lady August and I decided to stop by a Tim Hortons for a quick bite and something refreshing to drink before I dropped her off. I decided to spoil myself and try their new mini chocolate cheesecake, but I wasn’t impressed because it was too chewy for cheesecake, it was more like fudge. The iced cappucinno was also not great, as it separates much too easily into coffee water and ice. I *much* prefer the iced “Moolattas” from Dairy Queen — they are much more rich and remind me somewhat of a coffee milkshake. The DQ ones come in variety of flavours too; French Vanilla (my fave), cappuccino, moka and caramel.

It was dawn by the time I dropped her off and the rosy skies cheered me as I drove home tired but pleased by my night of kinky fun…