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 Ã 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 AndrÃ© 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 MaÃ®tre Ã‰ric (AKA Gargoyle Toes) once again; as I had not seen him since the Club Fetish/FemDomme Society dinner back in February. By the way, MaÃ®tre Ã‰ric 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!