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.