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Event Review: Lovely Fate Play Party

July 2, 2018 By Laila 8 Comments

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July 2, 2017

Lovely Fate… My new favorite play party in Los Angeles… everything I never knew I wanted in a kink event.

I recently had the pleasure of attending Lovely Fate. For those who haven’t heard of it, Lovely Fate is a new series of curated play parties in Los Angeles.

I have been to many kinky events around the country and the world. I have to say that this could be the best event I have been to so far. Founded by a group of friends from the LA kink scene, they told me they were tired of the same old events, and set out to create the ultimate play party – the kind they had hoped existed when they first entered the scene. The result – at least based on the one event I attended – is impressive.

According to the web site, Lovely Fate aims for “sensory joy and intrigue”. Having had no idea what on earth this meant, as I entered the party I felt like I began to understand. Music, visual elements, smells and taste have apparently been carefully choreographed to arouse and intoxicate guests. As for touch – there are plenty of opportunities to participate as a dominant or submissive (top or bottom?) either in featured interactive scenes or in negotiated play with other guests. But before you think of wooden, rehearsed stage shows, think again. Instead, imagine experienced kinksters invited to perform their most intimate, creative and real BDSM scenes in weird, wonderful and alluring surrounds. These are a kind of aperitif to get the party started before many guests enjoy scenes of their own.

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Erotic shibari? Check. Teasing and torturous endurance bondage? Check. Predicaments, slave training, sensory deprivation? Check, check, check. I’ve noticed that many play parties are dominated (!) by impact play. And while that can certainly be found here, I was impressed by the breadth of variety on display.

After my ticket was checked, a pretty young thing greeted me and introduced herself. She then beckoned for me to follow and lead me (and my date) down a hallway and through a dark curtain. A deep, dark melody filled the air my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. In almost a whisper, our lovely escort invited me to “choose my fate” and gestured to several small silver statues on a table. I worked out that each represented a BDSM role. Being a bisexual Rope Bunny Switch with a sadistic streak, I am not easily categorized (other than just “kinky as fuck”). But I was feeling a Toppy that evening, so I went for the small figurine of what appeared to be a badass Dominatrix. Our new friend grinned wickedly and brought me through another curtain to reveal a larger room where some other guests were gathered and a variety of scenes were unfolding. On one table, a girl tied in a gote chest harness, with a devious man tormenting her tits mercilessly. In a corner, a cage confined a naked feminine figure who gazed back at me. And across the room, a pair of male slaves knelt at the feet of two latex-clad dominas. This is where I was led, and immediately invited to join in on the fun. I should clarify that I was asked at check-in if I wanted to participate – many guests were generally watching and socializing and there was no expectation that I had to play right away (or at all).

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The event was so unique, that is difficult to categorize. The best way I can describe it is sex party meets upscale BDSM play party combined with elements of interactive theatre. A great deal of creativity and attention to detail has gone into all aspects of the event, with the apparent goals of creating an environment that is classy and enchanting, but unmistakably centered in sexuality and kink.

What stood out to me most of all were the people attending this event. While there was a spectrum of skill and experience in BDSM present, everyone I encountered was friendly and welcoming. While there were plenty of attractive people, it wasn’t so over the top as to be intimidating (like you might find at certain high end swinger events in LA). Whether they were dominants, submissives, masters or slaves, these were simply fun, kinky people who wanted to be there to have a good time.

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Curious about why this vibe seemed different to many other play parties, I asked around. Lovely Fate is a membership club – to attend you have to either be a member or be invited to attend (as I was). The original members were friends of the founders, and they are a little selective about who joins. Apparently not to exclude any particular type of person – but more to preserve the friendly, welcoming and non-judgmental feel. Disclosure: yes, I applied to become a member following the event. So it’s entirely possible I’m subconsciously over-praising this event in this write up so they let me join!

Awesome, kinky fun – the next one is coming up next Saturday… info on how to attend can be found on their web site here.

-Laila

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Top 8 Reasons to Get Involved in the BDSM Lifestyle

September 25, 2017 By Laila 3 Comments

We’ve been a bit serious lately here on Kink Weekly so we thought we’d change it up with a fun list of Top 8 Reasons to Get Involved in the BDSM Lifestyle. I was originally going to list reasons to go to a dungeon but then thought some people don’t have access to local dungeons and I wanted to be inclusive! Which leads me to reason number one:

1. Everyone is included. BDSM does not discriminate against age, race, sexual orientation, gender, whatever! If you’re involved in this lifestyle you are open to experience all types of people. In my experience here in Los Angeles, all of the parties are very inclusive and guess what, if the party theme is geared towards a certain gender or orientation they’ll make sure to advertise it as such so it’s clear. Does this mean they are discriminating against people? Yes and no but mostly no. These parties are held at dungeons that have different theme and party nights so a party will eventually come back around that you can attend. There’s something for everyone and a place for everything.

2. BDSM encourages open communication. In fact, you may get sick of talking about your kink, feelings, relationship, and more. You’re essentially put under a microscope so be prepared to talk it out!

3. New experiences will abound! Be prepared to strap in (or put on a strap on :D) for the ride of your life! I’m not just meaning sexually but meeting new people, observing play, reading all of the material out there-it can be overwhelming and exhilarating. The good news is you can go as fast or slow as you’d like.

4. Ingenuity. Never in your life will you see more clever uses for everyday objects. Need a cheap paddle? How about the kitchen spoon. Want a fun bondage bed? Get some pipe and wood and go to town. People’s imaginations in this lifestyle will astonish you. Also the variety of scenes and ways in which people (consensually) torture one another is fascinating.

5. Pretty clothes and fun themes. Sure, not everyone goes full BDSM bondage gear when they play but you can always count on that one friend or couple to not disappoint!

6. Destination BDSM. Kink is in any city. No matter where you travel, if you look hard enough there is a lifestyle or scene there. No, it may not be hundreds of people but you can find “our people” almost anywhere you go.

7. Fun conversations with vanillas. Depending on how “out” you are, you’ll have many interesting conversations with every day vanilla people. Even if you don’t want to be out, you can still send out feelers or bring up Fifty Shades of Gray to see how people react. Ok, maybe sometimes these conversations get awkward, but it’s the ultimate process to help educate others that matters most!

8. Fun! I personally think anything to do with kink is fun. I sure hope everyone reading this thinks so too. If not, have your people call my people! 🙂

Do you have any other reasons why folks should get into BDSM? Make sure to let us know in the comments and thanks for reading!

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Erotica: It Starts with a Look

September 5, 2017 By Laila Leave a Comment

It starts with a look and an introduction. A nervous giggle a stoney expression in return. She fidgets this way and that, shuffling feet and flailing hands. He already knows what to do with her. How to hold her, restrain her, make her squirm in other ways besides nervousness.

The date is set. She prepares herself carefully. Her pussy is wet on arrival. She knows he knows. He can smell her. She is shaking. He holds her briefly before leading her to the back room, the playroom.

He produces a blindfold from his jacket pocket and slides it over her head. She is abruptly lifted with an intake of breath, uncertainty causes sweat to bead on her upper lip. She is laid out on a table, its actually quite comfortable. Cold metal grazes her body as her dress is seemingly cut off of her. She only bemoans the loss of it briefly. What’s a dress compared to this exhilarating feeling!?

His hands run up and down her legs, securing them by the ankles. Her wrists are next. She hears a strange buzzing noise and all at once a vibrator is thrust against her unsuspecting pussy. It’s pulled away and replaced with a hard whack of his hand. He repeats the pussy spanking over and over until she feels like she almost can’t take it anymore and then the vibrator is back, pushing her further and further to the brink. He whispers naughty words in her ears, calling her things she never imagined but that send her quivering over the edge. As she comes down from her high, she feels him straddling her upper body. She senses what is next and opens her mouth. He doesn’t go easy on her, slapping her cheeks with his hardened cock and then plunging it deep in her throat immediately making her gag. He lifts her head off of the table to gain a better angle for his use. He thrusts in and out over and over, the drool and spit pooling down her cheeks and her tears soaking into the blindfold. She relishes in the moment, the wetness of her pussy, the happiness she feels in pleasing him, as he explodes into her delicate little mouth.

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Erotica: Tight

July 17, 2017 By Laila Leave a Comment

She told him to lay down, face up on the table. He was nude and the room was a normal temperature yet he was shaking…she liked it. He stared at her intently and she told him to close his eyes and lay his head back.

She rubbed and scratched and stroked her way down his entire body and then back up again. Rubbing and caressing his smooth skin. Running her hands through the hair here and there. When she felt he was ready, she began.

She flicked the cord out so it unraveled. Grasping the length between one hand she used the other to begin her ministrations. She grasped his whole package in her hands, feeling the flesh beneath her fingers, squeezing, pushing, prodding. She lifted his partially aroused cock in order to better access his heavy balls. Her heart rate escalated in excitement for what was about to come.

All at once, she grasped him tightly, right above his balls and squeezed, pushing them out until they were tight within his sack. She began winding the cord around and over the top of his increasingly hard cock…around and around tighter and tighter. She pulled and molded the skin as the cord served its purpose, to restrict. She giggled a little out loud. He was moaning and groaning, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip.

She had his package neatly wrapped, everything even and tidy. She tied off the whole lot with two knots for good measure. Now she had her prize, trussed up like a new kitten with a bow. He stretched and moved against the cord, his cock twitching intermittently. She knew he luxuriated in it. She liked that he luxuriated in it and that she did that to him.

She began to really stroke him this time, moving her hand up and down is erotically tortured length. He muffled his cries as best he could, she knew he tried. She laughed louder the more aroused he became. He was holding himself from coming, she knew that as well. Finally she’d had enough, “Come for me,” she simply, and he did-quickly he came all over himself, the pure white stream spurting on and on from him.

“It’s really tight,” he said. “Thank you, Mitress.”

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Erotica: Fits Like a Glove

July 10, 2017 By Laila Leave a Comment

She rolled the stocking up and over her knee, fastening it expertly to her pale pink garter. She grinned inwardly, knowing that she wouldn’t be wearing the thigh high for too long anyhow, but presentation counts!

She stepped back, admiring herself in the mirror. The pale pink set was exquisite on herself, even she could admit that. The shiny white patten leather heels weren’t too shabby either. A little tug here, a smoothing of the hand there, and she was ready to go. Sliding her trench coat over the impressive number, she grabbed her purse and was out the door.

She made good time getting across town which didn’t allow any time for the nervousness to set in. She breathed deeply, reminding herself that this wasn’t the first time for her to meet Vik. Parking, she exited her car and made her way to the front door of the modern, light gray home. Everything was hard lines, steel, and glass. It was clean. She liked it. The bell dinged, the door opened, and she was inside in a flash.

Shining her biggest grin, she greeted Vik with a hello. He was all business as usual, kissing her cheek, taking her coat, and leading her to the back room without a second glance at her carefully crafted lingerie set. She stifled her inner disappointment at that one and reminded herself that this was just the way he was. In her heart she knew he appreciated the effort in his own way…at least she hoped.

He pulled her by her hand as he heels clicked quickly on the shining floor. They entered the room and the door was shut with a snap. “Kneel,” was the only word he uttered and she did immediately. He unzipped his pants and her mouth was sheathed around his cock. She sucked and licked, only choking intermittently on his substantial dick. She’d been practicing at home with a sex toy after all. His hand gripped the back of her head as he abused her mouth, smearing her pink lipstick all over her face and his cock simultaneously. She languished in the feel of him filling her mouth. Abruptly he hoisted her to her feet, spinning her around to land her bent over onto a padded table. He pressed each wrist by her face, “Stay,” he said. There was movement behind her and suddenly she felt the crack of what she presumed to be a paddle to her ass. The hits were not horrifically painful but a bit more than a warm up to be sure. He continued with the strokes while simultaneously stroking her swollen wet pussy. Her face was red with embarrassment and the exertion of withstanding the increasingly heavy swats.

He threw the paddle aside and delivered several blistering swats with his hand. Without warning, he thrust her panties to her ankles, spread her legs, and filled her to the hilt with his fully erect cock. She stifled her moan of surprise into the table and savored the fullness she felt between her legs. Stroke after stroke punished her pussy and she loved every moment. He quickly pulled his cock out, smacking her ass with its heavy fullness and then plunged deep inside her again.

With a moan, he was spent inside her, coming fully into her, slowing his rhythm down until he collapsed over her. Breathing hard, he brushed her hair away from her ear and gave her a kiss. “Mmm, I love being in my little pussy, fits like a glove.”

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Erotica: Mr. Dark and Penetrating, Conclusion

May 22, 2017 By Laila 2 Comments

Read part one and two here.

Without any further warning I was yanked hard across his lap. I landed with a thump, my hand reaching out to support me in the cab of the spacious truck. He yanked my tight dress up exposing my curvaceous cheeks. The underwear I had on barely covered anything as I hadn’t wanted panty lines in the super tight dress.

I didn’t know what I expected the pain to feel like but as soon as he began spanking me, I knew I didn’t want him to stop. He reached up to grip the bulk of my hair in one hand and started delivering slap after slap, alternating cheeks and sometimes hitting my ass square in the middle. I felt on cloud nine and it had nothing to do with the lingering effects of alcohol. The spankings sent a vibration to my core. Much to my surprise, I began to feel a tension and wetness building in my pussy. I had ever felt anything like this in my entire life!

“Do you like that you little slut.” He said as he punished my ass with the palm of his hand.

“Yes!” I murmured but my brain was barely able to focus on his voice. I was so turned on! I started pushing my pelvis against his lap. It would do little to relieve the building pressure in my pussy, but I had to do something!

“Is your little cunt getting wet? Are you trying to masturbate on my lap?” I could tell he was smiling as he said this, but I was too embarrassed to admit to the truth. I couldn’t believe he was calling me out o my arousal. There were so many thoughts flying through my head.

“Spread your legs,” he said with not hint of laughter.

I did as I was told and spread my legs slightly, hoping he would not be bale to see the wetness in the dark cab or smell the arousal on me. All at once he delivered a quick, hard smack to my pussy. I nearly came undone. It wasn’t enough to send me over the edge but I was so close and it was ever so frustrating! I let out an angry groan to express my feelings on the subject.

“Oh, are we being greedy now, little girl? I think you’ve had enough for tonight. Time to get you home.”

He yanked the skirt of my dress back down and with a final pat to my ass, he hauled be back off of his lap and into the passenger seat next to him. I could barely contain my surprise.

“Don’t you worry little girl, there will be plenty more where that came from.” And with a wink, he started the truck, turned on the radio, and we were off.

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Erotica: Mr. Dark and Penetrating, Part 2

May 8, 2017 By Laila Leave a Comment

Read part one and two here.
I was both shocked and turned on as this hunk of a man held me tightly in his arms! I should have been disturbed but being that we were entirely in public, albeit drunken end of the night public, I wasn’t overly concerned.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as confidently as I could. By now I was feeling exceptionally self-conscious wondering if his arms were going to give out. I’m not exactly a huge woman but I was never the type that guys just “tossed around” like he seemed to be doing so effortlessly.

“It would appear that I’m helping you out.”

We made our way over to one of the unoccupied couches on the side of the room. He gently placed me onto the couch and I quickly arranged myself, scooting my tight dress back down where it had ridden up while simultaneously kicking off my heels. He sank down next to me, his eyes locked with mine.

“Thank you, I guess?”

“My pleasure.” He replied. “I’ve been watching you tonight. I hope that’s alright.”

He said it with such open honesty that it came across as neither creepy or weird.

“Well that’s flattering,” I said with a slight laugh, not quite meeting his eyes.

“I had a feeling about you. You seem like a naughty little girl inside of a big girl dress and make up.”

I was in shock. No one had ever said anything like that to me before.

“I don’t know what kind of girl I am anymore, to be honest. I’m a girl that is a slave to her job.”

“Have you ever considered being a slave to something else? Someone else?”

My stomach did about three flips all at once and I had a quick memory of a fleeting romance early on in my life. Me on all fours, crawling…but that was a long time ago. I was a lot younger and silly back then wasn’t I? His words made me tingle, heat rising to my cheeks.

“I suppose I could imagine it,” I said slowly.

His reaction gave nothing away, “I’d very much like the pleasure of getting to know you in such a way. I think we could both benefit immensely from that type of intimacy. I also know for a fact that you’re the type of girl to need a break from the constant attention of this job you mentioned. I could give you that break, that release.”

I had to control the trembling that had come upon me suddenly. I realized as he’d been speaking to me, his hand was rubbing ever so slightly along the top of my shoulder, along my collarbone. I felt ridiculous. I barely knew this man yet he was tapping into things I’d never confessed to anyone, a part of me I kept hidden away in shame.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be very safe with you until we get to know one another.”

I wasn’t entirely sure about the whole talk of safety but I knew I wanted this man very badly.

“What do you have in mind?”

“A great many things,” he replied, “but how about we start with a good old fashioned spanking?”

“Right here?!” I practically yelped. He laughed at me with that sexy smile, “Ha, no, how about you come out to my truck?”

Before I knew what I was doing, my shoes were back on my feet and I’d stood up, making my way over to Melissa where she still had that poor bastard in her snare. I tapped her on the shoulder, “I’m going with this guy,” I said pointing over my shoulder. “What’s you’re name?”

“Daren.”

“I’m going with Daren. I’ll text you when I’m home so you know I’m safe.” Without a word I spun around and hooked my arm in Daren’s leaving a shocked Melissa with her mouth gaping open after me.

Daren lead me to a silver pick up truck parked off to the side of the lot. By now, most of the cars were clearing out. He took me around to the passenger side and opened the door for me. After he got in on his side, he put the keys in the ignition and turned on the radio. He slowly reached over and caressed me by the back of the neck.

“Are you ready little girl?” he said quietly.

“I-I think so,” I stuttered.

“I’m going to put you over my lap where you belong, lift up your slutty little dress, and give you the spanking you need. If at any time it becomes too intense, just say ‘red’ and I will stop. Tell me if you understand.”

“I understand,” I said automatically.

To be continued…

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Erotica: Mr. Dark and Penetrating

May 1, 2017 By Laila Leave a Comment

What began as a shared look in passing at a crowded bar ended with a spanking in a parking lot car, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I didn’t particularly want to go out that night but I owed it to my friend Melissa. I’d pretty much turned her down the last three (or was it four?) times she asked to make plans with me out of sheer exhaustion from my new job. I really loved that job, don’t get me wrong, but the hours right now were killer. All I wanted to do on weekends was collapse into a ball in front of my TV. But here I was crammed into Melissa’s red “body con” dress, my boobs shoved to my chin and my feet screaming as we moved at a slow pace through the trendy nightclub/bar Melissa had dragged me to.

I was trying to keep a happy face on for her benefit. She was definitely on the prowl for…someone. To say Melissa has a “type” is an understatement. She has a radar for really unfortunate men and I could see a few of them glancing her way as we went along. All of a sudden my purse strap got caught on something or someone and I jostled to grab it before it flew off my arm, landing on the gross, wet bar floor. Yuck. I quickly stooped as gracefully as I could in the mass of people and groaned as I felt my purse peel off the sticky floor. I threw it back on my shoulder and looked up, my eyes catching another pair of deep brown eyes, penetrating me from across the room. My stomach did that thing it does when I get excited and nervous all at once. But I felt a tug and Melissa was yanking me by the forearm, “Hurry up! I think I see him over there.” Her “target” was in the opposite direction of deep, brown penetration so I “harumphed” and followed close behind.

The night was winding down, but I had been done for ages! Melissa had hit on about four guys but ditched most of them went they didn’t align with whatever misunderstood sense of standards she used to judge men. I was the dutiful wing girl, chatting to the friends of said guys to keep everyone occupied. They were all so dull and uninteresting. I prided myself at being a good conversationalist but it has to go both ways! I was feeling slightly tipsy which I was thankful for as it eased the ache in my semi-numb feet. I took my left foot out of my heel and stretched it a bit, flexing it a bit. Oh how I was tempted to take those heels off and just go barefoot! But the memory of the purse peeling off the floor stopped me from getting even that small relief. Melissa was engaged in a last effort to find Mr. Right Now when I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I turned and looked at the chest of and then up and into the eyes of brown and penetrating. He. Was. Stunning. His skin was dark and his hair cut short. He has a slight smile on is lips which only made me wonder what he could possibly thinking. I immediately became self-conscious being that it was the end of the night and my heavily done make up (Melissa’s doing) probably looked like a raccoon around my eyes, my lipstick long gone.

“It looks like you could use a hand.” He said it as a statement and before I could protest I was lifted up and he was carrying me away!

Read part two here.

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