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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.

Back home again!

Suitcase

Well, I’m back home again after my trip to the Maritimes…

I’m still not even all unpacked, so much to catch up on, so much to blog about… Just a quick blog note to let my regular readers know that I haven’t forgotten them, just been so incredibly busy these past few weeks.

Will try to catch up on my blogging as things get a little more back to my routine….

Oh, and I plan on attending Club Sin’s Fetish Friday event on August 5th — anyone else up for it? Drop me an email, or post a comment, so I know who to look out for!

~ Mistress Jade

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

Tired out but happy…

Dragon Nap

Went to Fetish Friday last night, didn’t get back till around 4am or so… I’m still rather tired out today, so I think I will nap and laze some more. I’ll try posting a more detailed review of my night’s activities sometime later on when I’m a bit more clear-headed…

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

Time to catch up on my blogging…

Flames

I finally arrived back in Montreal after a long, hot and tiring drive home on the 2nd & 3rd of June. The A/C in my car was not working and even with the windows wide open it was like being in a oven and the breeze only felt like a hot hair dryer. During the last few hours, I even had to stop at the provincial roadstops to try to avoid heatstroke — I went inside and filled up my water bottle in the washrooms and went to a shady grassy area and sat back and proceeded to slowly pour it over my head and hair, in an attempt to cool down my scalp. I also poured another bottle over my poor hot bare feet, and it helped tremendously. Of course, only 30 km later, I was overheating again and had to repeat the process, but at least I was now within sight of the island of Montreal….

Got home and started unpacking the car as best I could considering the muggy heat. I wanted to attend the Fetish Friday event that night (June 3rd) but needed a serious nap to recuperate before some partying. However, I either slept through my alarm entirely, or turned it off without realizing it — because when I finally work up it was quarter to midnight and instead of a 90 minute nap, I had passed out for over 5 hours! Oh well! I guess I was tired and really needed the rest then… Too bad though, it sounded like the “Made in Japan” performance might have been real neat to see.

Spent the first week back trying to catch up on all sorts of things, from phone calls and emails, to general business-related stuff. I also REALLY, REALLY missed my waterbed and all my pillows – I’ve been sleeping very well compared to during my trip. It’s sooooooo nice to be back home!

Recuperating from the weekend’s fetish fun!

Montreal at night

Well, today has been a wonderfully lazy Monday for me. In some ways I still feel like I am recuperating from this past weekend, but in a wonderful way as I am still feeling very high from all of it.

Starting around Wednesday last week, things started falling into place for having a group of several of us attending Club Sin’s Fetish Friday event. They are held on the 1st and 3rd friday of each month, and I knew I would be out of town for the second one.

We ended up with, ummmm, lets see: Myself, my Dom partner Master Michael, my male sub jon, a new Domme friend I met last month and two of her friends and the last minute addition of Red Claws, who is a part of my Club Fetish gang. So 7 of us in total.

Master Michael and I arrived a bit later than we hoped; parking was hell downtown, but then again it was one of the first really nice weekends in Montreal and people were out “in masse” on Saint Catherine street. In fact, just around the corner from Club Cleo, there was an entire a block and half of motorcycles parked side by side — looked like something out of a Bike & Motor show. Wow, what an assemblage of motor power; it was kinda hot and sexy to see all that chrome and horsepower in one place out in the open.

We finally got parked and up to Club Cleo just before 11 pm and found some of our party already there. We moved over to my favorite large corner booth (the one on the upper tier with the “fence”) and commandeered most of it. (There was a couple in the corner that stayed all night, with her in a full jute or hemp rope body harness under her skirt and blouse and him making subtle adjustments to it most of the night.)

As many of my friends know, I am very much a people-watcher and Fetish Fridays are a great source of observation for all sorts of BDSM, fetish, goth, vampire, leather & latex lovers, as well as a variety of TG/TV/CD folk. A virtual smorgasbord of kinksters! I love it!

Over the months, we’ve gradually given descriptive nicknames to some of the regulars we’ve seen but do not know personally. (It makes it easier to describe who and what kind of crowd were there to somebody who couldn’t make it.)

There is one very slightly built young man that we’ve affectionately dubbed “Bouncy Boy” who *always* dresses in the same head to toe black latex, complete with gloves and full head hood. The name derives from his dancing style which reminds of us a string marionette being bounced up and down. He is quite the active dancer, which has me wondering how exactly he can handle the heat, since it can get quite warm in the club, never mind with all that latex. I certainly admire his endurance!

There was one guy who had us giggling all night… Someone dubbed him “Crooked Thong” for his habit of keeping his thong strap waaaay over on his left butt cheek — it just looked sooooo wrong. I am *so* lucky I wasn’t sipping on my drink when he was first pointed out to me; I would have spiffed it everywhere! I mean, why wear a thong if you are not going to wear it properly? If you really can’t stand the feel of a thong strap between your butt cheeks, why not wear a jockstrap style with the two straps on either side?

I was, however, very pleased to see Maitre Pierre and Mistress Catherine and one of their subs, sabine (dressed in full sissy gear) at the event. I hadn’t seen them since a few weeks back at the local slosh they organized. (A slosh is a bit like a munch but usually held in the evening over drinks and perhaps some munchies, but not usually a full meal.) If you’ve ever watched the show “Kink” on Showcase, Maitre Pierre and Mistress Catherine and their subs were featured on the Montreal-based series, which has been showing this past season.

Mistress Catherine introduced me to Domina Jade at their table. I thought I recognized the name and asked if she also went by AsianKinkySiren online. Indeed, it WAS her and it was such a pleasure to meet her. Later on in the evening, when some of our booth was freed up, I invited her to join our tables. We chatted as best we could with the loud music and discovered that we had quite a bit in common — it was a great way to end the night!

I slept in on Saturday until around noon; I had a great night’s sleep and woke well rested and refreshed. I chatted on the phone with one of my Domme friends, Lady Katana, who lives quite near to me. She needed to run some errands too, so Master Michael and I picked her up in our car and we all did our errands together, as it made the day less tedious and more fun. It’s so delightful having friends who have as warped a sense of humour as you do; it’s nice not to have to explain the pop/media references, the movie quotes, etc.

At the end of the day’s errands, I treated everyone to our favorites at the local Tim Hortons coffee shop — extra large French Vanilla Cappuccinos for Lady Katana and myself, and an Iced Cappuccino for Master Michael. Mmmmmmm…. what a great way to end the day!

Sunday was quite leisurely and easy-going as well, with a few phone calls to track down my Mom and give her my best wishes and an afternoon visit to Master Michael’s Mom to deliver some flowers and spend some time with her… I spent a good part of the evening catching up on email, surfing the Net and working on installing some new software for the Club Fetish site. All in all, a great weekend.

I’m already in the planning stages for this coming weekend’s events; a fetish play party sponsored by Il Bolero on Friday the 13th (they recently changed the date so it wouldn’t conflict with other similar events) and changed the location to a new bar, Club L’Eclipse. I’ve never been to it, as it was always held on the same day as the Club Sin Fetish Fridays, and I love those. I’m hoping to check it out with my sub and a Domme friend so we can do a review of it for Club Fetish.

On Saturday the 14th, there is a BDSM-themed night being held at Le Chateau. Again my sub jon, and another Domme friend of mine are planning on attending, as we had such a great time there together last month, with some other of our friends.

This will be my last weekend in town before heading out to the Maritimes until the end of the month… Things are certainly more “rural” out there as regards the BDSM & Fetish scenes, so I want to fill my system to last me until I get back!!

~ Mistress Jade Dragon

Deep Thoughts on Mother’s Day


Isn’t it the greatest when you realize your Mom is an even more cool lady then you ever thought possible? Today being Mother’s Day, it got me thinking about my own Mom and how she’s been such a big part of my life and gave me the strength to be who I am today.

The hard part of coming “out” as a Domme to some friends and family is trying to figure out how they will “take it”. In some ways, I figured I could handle or ignore any of my family finding out, but I wasn’t too sure how my Mom would handle it. She is definitely from another generation and was largely raised by nuns in a boarding school and so had a fairly narrow upbringing, fell in love with my Dad and was married at age 18. She will be celebrating her 65th birthday next month.

My father passed away very suddenly last year in late February after having survived several heart attacks, having a pacemaker installed and two types of cancer. I travelled back to the Maritimes (Eastern Canada) for the funeral and ended up staying a good part of the year helping my Mom, keeping her company and helping her get her life back together. In many ways, it was a time of discovery for myself as well, as it allowed me to take a “step back” from my own life and gain some perspective on a lot of things that were overwhelming me. It also allowed me to spend the most time I’ve ever had with my Mom since I graduated high school and went out on my own… We ended up bonding even more, if that is possible.

So, here it was back in January that my Mom comes to stay with us here in Montreal for a week to get a change of scenery and take it easy. Now I have a huge “write-on/wipe-off” calendar covering the freezer door of my fridge, so as to keep track of various events, activities, meetings, holidays and such. I forgot that my Mom was there and hadn’t changed any of the names… so here she comes to me and asks “What’s Fetish Friday?”

Hmmmmmmmm

Wow.

Oh boy, where do I even start?

A couple months back, I *had* mentioned a growing interest to her in some aspects of the leather fashion scene here in Montreal, as my parents are native and were quite well known for their custom-made native-style leather clothing, as far back as the 70’s. So *that* she understood… She had even heard the word “fetish” because it is also associated with tiny native/aboriginal figurines. She also knew of my interest in theatrical makeup and scifi/fantasy costuming through the years. (Heck, she even helped me with some of my award-winning costumes!)

So I managed to tie these aspects all together to explain the lighter aspects of the fetish club scene, leaving out the heavier kink aspects. She definitely understood the people-watching/voyeristic aspects of it, as Montreal is definitely a great place to people-watch all year ’round. (If you’ve ever seen all the cafés on St. Denis street, you know what I mean…)

I managed to explain the basics of dominant/submissive relationships and she easily grasped that concept, as my parents had often been considered gurus/leaders/guides by *many* other people throughout their lives and helped to guide them to a better way of life by understanding themselves better.

In particular, my Mom reminded me of a young native man who ended up living with our family for over a year when I was around 6; as he had a strong need to be guided and naturally gravitated to my parents. He helped out in our family’s store as well as around the house and such, almost like a family member. After some consideration, my Mom realizes that he must have had some sub tendencies to their dominant personalities, without the kink involved — therefore she know understood what I was talking about. Mom and I stayed up to the wee hours of the morning, discussing the many other forms of D/s relationships we’ve seen through the years. It was quite an enjoyable and refreshing eye-opener for both of us…

The week before, I had splurged and ordered myself a gorgeous black lambskin corset as a late Christmas present for myself, to wear to the January Fetish Friday event and it finally arrived the day before. So, to end things off, it was my own Mom who laced me into my first leather corset! And of course I couldn’t resist telling her “tighter, Mommy, tighter!” (à la Scarlett O’Hara-style), while we both giggled ourselves silly before she sent me off for my evening of fun…

Wow, now isn’t that the coolest Mom?

** Mom, you are and have been the best and strongest woman in my life. And through the years, you’ve taught me to be strong within myself no matter what life throws at you, and that has undoubtedly been the best lesson I’ve ever learnt. **