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Event Review: Torture Garden, London

June 26, 2017 By anniebear 2 Comments

If you haven’t heard of Torture Garden, they are an insanely popular/famous event group dedicated to bringing the best in BDSM, kink, and electronic events to London and the worldwide stage starting in the early 90’s. I originally discovered them on Instagram a few years ago and have been lusting to attend one of their events ever since.

Dexx and I recently found ourselves on a European trip that just happened to set us in London for TG’s June Ball. I could NOT pass up the opportunity to attend! The event was on a Saturday night and Dexx and I spent all day Saturday shopping for an outfit for him. This may sound like Dexx is a fashionista but in reality, TG has one of the most strict dress codes of any event I’ve ever seen or heard of. This is not merely a “no tennis shoes or ripped clothes” type of dresscode. TG goes to great lengths to make sure that all guests adhere to their high standard of fetish, goth, alternative, and beyond! In fact, their website makes sure to spell out exactly what is allowed to the letter. It was a fun challenge shopping for Dexx. We made a pitstop at Liberation Latex where I got to see him in latex for the first time! In the ended we opted for something else equally fantastic but a slight bit cooler to wear. Everywhere we went shopping, people had heard of Torture Garden. This party, despite it’s more alternative theme is a staple of London. It’s no surprise that kink and fetish are much more accepted here than in the states.

I had planned my outfit all the way back in LA and made the trek across the ocean with it in tow. A black lace bodysuit, red waist cincher, leather posture collar, red thong, and giant hair with black feathers completed my look. I knew nothing I wore could compare to the clothes we would see so I didn’t agonize overly much on it.

We were meeting a few of Dexx’s friends from London at Fire, the venue for this month’s ball. We dressed in some suitable street clothes over our outfits and we were on our way! I felt very nervous going to this particular party mostly due to not knowing what to expect! TG does a great job of including all areas of kink, so I assumed folks would be friendly at least.

Upon arrival, we met up with our friends and went to get in line. We got a full bag inspection and pat down and my chewing gum was confiscated *sob* 😉 We then entered the space. Our first goal was to locate coat check so we could ditch our vanilla clothes. Once inside, we stripped down to our real outfits and I navigated my way all the way through the space to the back patio where coat check was located. The space was extremely dark as my eyes adjusted so I almost missed it. I also thought it would have made more sense to have coat check located nearer to the front entrance but this was minor inconvenience.

There were several rooms for the event. The lighting was moody in some and different colors with bright spotlights dancing around in others. The main room had several cages and pole for dancing. There was a stage in front of the DJ and electronic music was playing. It had a very industrial feel. Another room contained dungeon equipment along the wall in a u-shape. It was roped off and there were a few dungeon monitors around. Upon further inquiry we found that anyone could use the equipment to play. There were a few impact scenes going on and one rope scene inside of an elevated cage in which a girl was later hoisted into a suspension. That room in particular was very crowded and people eagerly watched the play in progress. Above us were circular projection screens with photos and art playing in a slide show.

We grabbed a few drinks from one of several full bars and wandered about. I loved looking at the different costumes. While they were not as wild and crazy as I had expected, there were many people that had gone all out wearing head to foot latex suits, dresses, and everything in between. Lingerie was a popular choice as there were many beautiful women strutting around. I could tell a few of the men were uncomfortable in their attire, adjusting their clothes a lot and gawking at everyone. Though TG does a good job with the dress code and also does not allow in groups like bachelor/ette parties, they can’t possibly know who is their as a spectator and who is an actual lifestyler. However, I hope events such as these serve as a source for education as much as it is entertainment.

In all the event seemed much more akin to an industrial dance party rather than a more focused kink party. Since it goes all night, perhaps my group didn’t stay long enough to see enough? I was pleased to note that this party was comparable to a lot of the BDSM parties I’ve attended in Los Angeles. Albeit since this was not taking place in an actual dungeon, the LA parties are heavier on the play and less on dancing. But it was fun and unique to have dancing as an option.

Great job to the group at Torture Garden for creating such a vibrant and varied event offering and keeping it thriving for so many
years!

anniebear is a submissive living with her partner Dexx in Los Angeles. She enjoys writing, modeling for friends, animal rescue, and teaching herself how to cook. You can catch her on Fetlife or Facebook.

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Event Review: Pandora Play Party, Sydney

March 14, 2017 By anniebear 5 Comments

I’ve just returned from the land down under. It was actually a dual trip stopping in New Zealand and then heading on to Australia. It was my first time in Australia but a repeat for New Zealand. You can read my review of some kink events I’d previously attended in New Zealand here. I knew being my first time in Australia I had to make the kinky most out of it! Luckily there was a BDSM event that was right up my ally while I was in town.

The Pandora Play Party was advertised as “one of Sydney’s premier play parties which was formed to help provide a comfortable environment and fun atmosphere for Sydney kinksters who wish to meet like-minded people and be free and open about their fetish.” The party is for kinksters from all walks of life but caters to those 40 years old and younger. I know that the 40 and under parties are often riddled with controversy here in the states so I had imagined theirs might encounter the same type of scrutiny. I was still very curious how Aussies get kinky though and RSVPed for myself and my friend after a quick conversation via the messenger app kik with one of the party organizers. I was informed that this was a crossover party, a rare breed of kink and swinger merged into one party. I knew that many had tried and failed to create a space for both of these groups even here in Los Angeles however I had also heard in other communities, particularly smaller ones, these groups often came together for a good time. This was going to be an interesting night!

We flew into Sydney on a Saturday and the party was the same evening. We grabbed an Uber from our place in Surry Hills only to realize the party location was a bit further than we had anticipated (having no knowledge of the lay of the land). We were nervous about arriving late as the organizer told us to come no later than 9:30pm but we kept our fingers crossed and soldiered on! We pulled onto a residential street with medium to large-sized homes. The driver dropped us in front of what we believed to be the right house and sped off. We could hear the distinct sound of whipping and some music and we knew we were in the right place!

We walked through a gate at the side of the house and around to the back as instructed. I noticed a beautiful pool in the back yard and many people were milling about. We were directed to the inside and there we met one of the other cohosts of the party. She was very friendly and knew exactly who we were once we gave our names. She chatted with us and offered us complimentary champagne. Everyone was dressed in sexy lingerie for the women and jeans and shirts for the men, though later in the evening the men became increasingly more undressed. We sure didn’t mind that! The other host came up to greet us and gave us a quick lay of the land. The house was large with several ceiling and wall hard points on the lower level. The upper level held multiple bedrooms and bathrooms wherein a lot of sexy time was happening.

There was a heavy flogging scene in progress compliments of the home owner, the girl’s behind was heavily marked. There was rope in progress in the other half of the room. The rope tying would continue throughout the evening with several couples moving in and out of the space trying partial and full suspensions. We were also delighted to see a woman tying another girl in an egg shaped, hanging whicker chair. I so badly wanted to take a photo but didn’t want to invade anyone’s privacy but let me tell you she was pure genius and the rope bottom was loving it!

Everyone we met throughout the night was so incredibly nice, friendly and open to chatting. I found this to be opposite many of the regular parties in Los Angeles where though I love attending and have amassed a good group of friends, these can often have an air of superiority and snobbery. We learned more about the Sydney scene and that this particular party was new to the venue we were visiting. We never would have known because of how well it was set up and run. The Pandora party did receive some flak from those not appreciating the 40 and under restriction but I did notice there were a few in attendance who appeared over 40 which goes to show that compromises can be made for the right people!

As the night progressed I decided it would be fun to do a little Topping action. I cuffed my friend to the wall, grabbed my toy bag and proceeded to give her a sound spanking along with impact play and flogging. The scenes at this party were much more “front and center” with people typically stopping to watch for long amounts of time. This made me slightly nervous as I am newer to topping, however I was among good, non-judgmental company and quickly relaxed into it. I took my time teasing and squeezing her body but as space was slightly limited for this type of play, I eventually had to wrap up the scene.

We went and relaxed, having a drink. All of a sudden I thought someone must have had an accident as the fire department showed up….or rather one particular man form the fire department appeared. He was actually just some extra entertainment for the evening! We were treated to a show as he danced his way around the room playing with fire, and he was hot!

The night was getting late for us so we decided to head home. We said goodbye to everyone and thanked them for the great time. All in all, the Pandora Play party is great for people of all skill levels and interests. It was about 40/60 ratio in terms of kink to swingers but everyone was super respectful of one another. Being that they mostly kept the actual sex acts separate from the BDSM helped to minimize any discomfort for those who are not necessarily into both at the same time. I’d definitely recommend this party!

anniebear is a submissive living with her partner Dexx in Los Angeles. She enjoys writing, modeling for friends, animal rescue, and teaching herself how to cook. You can catch her on Fetlife or Facebook.

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Event Review: Rockachic hosts My Kinky Valentine

February 14, 2017 By Desdemona 2 Comments

On Saturday night I was fortunate to attend Rockachic’s “My Kinky Valentine” play party in Los Angeles.

There are many “underground” or less publicized events happening in Los Angeles, being that it’s such a huge market for kink and BDSM. Rockachic has been quietly producing events for some time now. Best known for providing models and costumes for Snctm events, in recent months they’ve begun hosting their own parties, a more playful version of the very formal feel of Snctm.

My date and I arrived to a beautiful but nondescript mansion on the west side of Los Angeles. A couple of red lights on the outside were the only indication that perhaps everything was not as vanilla as it seemed. We were greeted by some friendly well dressed gentlemen (who judging by their stature also doubled as security), and were presented with an envelope and led through the front door. As we entered the foyer, our senses were at once overloaded, as if we had arrived at the Disneyland of sex. Beautiful women, naked but for a few strategically placed leather straps, cavorted. A bondage cross with one gorgeous lady tied to it, two others administering a flogging. Another greeted us, and offered up two trays to us, each full of small badges. One set to indicate Dom, the other to indicate sub. I reached for one bowl (guess which), my date for the other. The ceilings were high, a rounded staircase led to an upper level, while a hallway led off from the large main room.

It took a few minutes to absorb all of the fun and action going on. After we gathered ourselves, we had an opportunity to examine the envelope we had been give on arrival. Inside was a small card, which read “Find the kinky box”, and then in smaller text “Put me in the slot”. Intrigued, we decided to explore.

The house had 3 levels. The main floor largely an open space, with a smaller room that led out to an outdoor pool area. Upstairs, a number of smaller rooms, nooks and private spaces – all equipped with plenty of chairs, ottomans and bed-like surfaces. In one bedroom, unusual colored lights spilled out from a corner of the closet. Just enough to pique curiosity, we stepped in and found a small doorway which led to a large “secret” room – very cool. And finally, from the main level we found some stairs with a lit up arrow pointing downwards. Never one to refuse such a mysterious invitation, we ventured down and discovered a small basement “dungeon” (formerly a wine cellar, by the looks), equipped with a padded surface and some handy wall fixtures with restraints.

We discovered the “kink box” tucked away in a corner on the main level. A glittering cage, a beautiful woman sat inside wearing a gag and a sign around her neck that said “spank me”. It was a lovely sight, and she beckoned towards us. Upon delivering an obliging spank, she harrumphed and (speaking remarkably well through her gag) called out “harder!”, to which I happily obliged. Meanwhile, my date had located a horizontal slot in the base of the base. She gingerly began to slide the card from the envelope into the slot, when something inside grabbed it and pulled the card inside! A few seconds later, a gauzy bag emerged back out of the slot which we took and opened and discovered a pair of leather bondage cuffs. This was quite convenient, as I had neglected to bring a toy bag to the party.

Shortly afterwards, we found a semi-secluded space and had a short but fun play scene together. Every now any then, party guests would wander past and peer through the cracks in the gossamer curtains.

All in all, the party was quite impressive. The house, the decor and the lighting were all beautiful. There were a number of models who were presumably paid to be there, but there was also a fantastic turn out of guests. The high price point of the tickets ($400 for a couple, drinks included) means that it is a fairly upscale crowd in attendance, but they didn’t seem overly snooty. Everyone we spoke to was friendly and warm, which is a different vibe to Snctm parties I had previously attended. All in all, I think this event was much more my style than those ones.

While there was a BDSM “flavor” to the event – Dom/sub badges, a bondage cross, some small floggers – it was ultimately more of a sex party than a BDSM party. I saw many more people “getting it on” in various manners than doing any real spanking, bondage, D/s or sensation play. But I have to say it was very enjoyable and I hope to attend more in the future.

Kudos to the Rockachic team for putting together a beautiful high-end event with some creative new ideas. They seem to have tapped into a new vein of people in the LA area who are fun, kink curious and definitely easy on the eye. Overall the event was also noteworthy for the decorations, wardrobe and venue.

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Event Review: Auckland Fetish Ball

October 31, 2016 By anniebear 1 Comment

It was more than we could have ever expected! Dexx and I found out there was an Auckland, New Zealand Fetish Ball and we just had to check it out while visiting the city. We’d attended a few other events in Auckland last year and knew there was a thriving Kiwi kink scene. This event, now in its 16th year proved to be as much fun and in some cases even better than the extremely active and saturated scene we’re used to in Los Angeles.

The theme for the ball was Cosplay. I donned my sexy wolf costume and Dexx was appropriately dressed as Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones. The venue was The Winchester, which turned out to be the perfect space for such a party. We arrived and made our way up the steps of the building. Considering what I knew about Auckland, it being a more conservative city generally, I was not sure what the costume participation would be. We were some of the first people to arrive. After being greeted and checking our coats with some super friendly people, we made our way into the main space. It was a large room, sexily lit in red. There were tables, couches, and even some giant bean bag chairs to lounge upon. The DJ was playing and there was a main stage where performances would be held later in the evening. So far, everyone seemed to be embracing the theme and was in all manner of costumes. We grabbed drinks at the bar and made our way around the room. Dexx is much more outgoing than myself and quickly introduced us to a few people. Unknowingly, the first person we met, Nocturness was to be one of the performers later in the evening.She was super friendly and had some incredible contacts on that changes her eyes to look quite intense. After a chat we went to look a the play space. The room was well equipped with many pieces of play equipment. There was a dungeon monitor and a “kitty” having a quick spanking. We were unsure how many people would be playing that evening.

The party filled up quickly after that. Many of the costumes were incredible with many types of kink and orientation represented: leather, latex, cross dresser, trans, lace, and of course Cosplay were in force! I have an affinity for going out as twins with some of my girlfriends and was able to snap a photo (with permission) of a cute set in attendance. We were very impressed. While it was obvious there were people in power exchanges with there partners, there was a far less sense of protocol as in the Los Angeles parties we attend. People were still very respectful, but the atmosphere was less chilly since you didn’t have to walk over egg shells to decipher who was in what dynamic follow which protocols. I also really appreciated the meshing of every type of dynamic. Gay leather mixed with hetero Dom/mes and everything in between. Because the scene is so large in Los Angeles, for better or worse, the parties are more fragmented with each group sticking to its own and rarely coming together. There was also some actual, honest to goodness dancing which dexx and myself appreciated and participated in. Next, We scouted out some seats for the show. We noticed a couple not in costumes next to us. We of course try not to judge folks but you could tell they were a bit “out of place,” Dexx was intrigued. He introduced himself and found that they were in fact friends of the venue’s owner and this was their first kinky event. Despite being a bit out of their element, they were really enjoying the festivities, people, and costumes.

"Twins" at the Auckland Fetish Ball (photo taken with permission)
“Twins” at the Auckland Fetish Ball (photo taken with permission)

The MC Miss Mole took the stage to get things started. Larger than life, she was dressed in an assortment of feathers in black and white. She gave a hilarious introduction for each act and was clearly a favorite among the crowd. The first act was our recent acquaintance Nocturness. She had changed into some impressive ram horns and was scantily clad. She danced with candles and wax, dripping them down her body. The room was silent and at attention. There was a collection of folks seated around the stage to enjoy the view. At the conclusion she received a rousing round of applause and cheers from the crowd.

Following Nocturness, the mood got considerably more serious as a procession of people made there way to the stage holding candles. As I watched what unfolded I knew immediately what was about to happen: a hook suspension, live and in person! I’ve been actively going out in the lifestyle for over two years now and never have I seen a hook suspension in person. Of course I knew the hows and whys and video but seeing it in person was another experience entirely. I’m admittedly a bit squeamish and disliked needles so I must say it was difficult for me to watch. The rest of crowd however could not take their eyes off of the stage. It was a beautiful connection between the person doing the suspension and the bottom. She took great care in communicating and had several assistants with her to help. The bottom was suspended about 7-9 inches off of the table they were working off of. The audience gave full weight to the happenings on stage by remaining respectfully silent. I myself had to keep looking away. I do give major respect to those involved int hat scene as it was very intense and beautiful in its own way.

The stunning Nocturness
The stunning Nocturness

After the seriousness of the suspension, Dexx lead me back to the play room. There were several more scenes going on at this point and the room was getting full. A few people were trying spanking for the first time, which was incredibly fun. We found out the dungeon equipment had been lent out by a local professional dominatrix, Mistress Dior and we of course had to meet her! She was so friendly and wearing and incredible costume, pictured. She was very popular at the party, showing the ropes to some impact play and more! It was after that that Dexx decided it was time for some spanking of my own. We found ourselves a spot and he took the liberty of spanking me very thoroughly in the crowded room. My face was very hot with embarrassment for all of the people watching us but I loved it!

Mistress Dior and anniebear at the Auckland Fetish Ball
Mistress Dior and anniebear at the Auckland Fetish Ball

We wrapped up the evening by having a rest in the main room and talking with the organizers of the ball. They are a very friendly couple and mentioned they brought the Fetish Ball from Chirstchurch and it’s been a huge success. Dexx and myself had a wonderful time and a big thank you to everyone for making us feel so welcome!

anniebear is a submissive living with her partner Dexx in Los Angeles. She enjoys writing, modeling for friends, animal rescue, and teaching herself how to cook. You can catch her on Fetlife or Facebook.

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Review: I Escaped Hell in the Armory

October 25, 2016 By Vice Erotica 2 Comments

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I’m afraid of the dark. Like, “won’t walk down the hallway in my own house without flipping on a light switch first” kind of afraid. The complications this brings about when it comes to hoods and blindfolds and other kinky crap is a story for another day! I also hate clowns – which makes this time of year particularly unnerving, especially when friends continuously send daunting photos of sinister creatures wielding balloons and the occasional axe… I digress. But I secretly love the adrenaline rush of a well put together production. As soon as I learned The Armory in San Francisco would be continuing their “Hell in the Armory” event, I quickly asked my Sir if we could possibly find a weekend to travel up there and attend. The planets aligned, I bought tickets, and we planned our weekend away.

Starting times were offered every 30 minutes from 6:30pm deep into the night. We opted for the Friday at 7:30pm time, figuring we could make dinner reservations before and still have plenty of time afterwards to enjoy my favorite cocktail at The Armory Club (a moody bar across the street). Knowing this event was at the home of kink.com, I wanted to dress the part. I wore a cute black dress and a giant bow in my hair, with the cutest knee high socks. I figured if I looked like a sweet little girl, I could grab onto Daddy’s arm and no one would hurt me.

We checked in to the front desk of The Armory, got ID’d, and checked our coats, and there began our quest to enter – and then escape – Hell in the Armory…

(CAUTION: SPOILERS! if you plan on attending, skip to the last paragraph!)

We were instructed to head into a dark room, only illuminated by throbbing red lights and an eerie fog floating about. A gruff man darted in, yelled that we were next, and disappeared as quickly as he arrived. It dawned on me all at once that we were about to go into a terrifying experience. This wasn’t just any trip to The Armory; it was the very real possibility of facing every single fear I have – complete with a hold harmless waiver and a safeword. I began squirming nervously and looking over my shoulder, letting my imagination concoct the most hideous creatures hiding beyond the red glow in every dark crevice of the room. I must’ve looked insane sitting there, wringing my hands in my dress with my head darting back and forth because I had convinced myself there were a thousand eyes watching me. My heart was already beating so fast, and I felt the icy cold dread and fear running through my veins. I took deep breaths and reminded myself that this was my idea. I begged for the trip to San Francisco. I bought these tickets. I consented to this. And, it was all just for fun and entertainment, right?

The gruff man came back in. His thick black rubber gloves instantly intrigued me, the freak inside me remembered this was, after all, a professional kink haven. He gestured towards us and another couple to meet him in the hallway. He awkwardly made us all introduce ourselves. He gave us stern instructions on the official safeword, how to use it, and what it meant. Then he told us to hold hands, extended his hand to my Sir, and took off running at an insane pace dragging us all behind him yelling at us to run faster. I instantly second guessed my wedged boots and short flowy dress as we sped past stunned guests checking in and up the stairs to the next floor.

We ran into a dark foggy hallway, and abruptly stopped. The gruff man ordered all of us to face the wall, line up shoulder-to-shoulder, and keep holding hands. I continued to take deep breaths and stare at the green glow on the wall in front of me. Suddenly, everything went black. Before I knew what had happened, a thick black hood was yanked over my head rendering me completely blind. All the sounds around me became muffled as my heart started pounding so hard, I was sure it would beat out of my chest. My Sir later told me that he could feel my pulse in my hand. I was still holding the hand of the unfortunate male half of the couple that was partnered up with us; I tried so hard to not break his fingers. I felt our hands being pulled apart, and a thick rope was put in place of our grip. I felt a tug and off we went, running into darkness. I was certain I was going to trip, but fortunately (or unfortunately?) that was the least of my worries. I was so terrified I found myself laughing in between gasping for breaths. Our run came to a stop, our hoods were yanked off (I was pleased that all of us were hooded, not just me – even though I later found out I was the first victim. Guess my sweet little outfit wasn’t having the desired effect…), and we blinked at the room around us. A voice told us that we had 3 minutes. “Three minutes til what?!” screamed my brain, and then I remembered this spectacle had an Escape Room twist to it. I immediately looked around to take in my surroundings. It was some hodge-podge Christmas décor that looked straight out of a sociopath’s living room in 1970’s, complete with a record player crooning some unrecognizable tunes. There was a locked toolbox dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the room, with a note that said “READ ME.” The man from the other couple with us took to the task. There was some elaborate rhyming message, which basically said we needed to figure out the combination and unlock the box. We all began tearing apart the room; shuffling through records, moving picture frames, analyzing decorations, trying to create clues out of something or nothing all at once. After what felt like eternity, we got the box unlocked (it was rather anti-climactic though, as whoever ‘reset’ the room after the last party left the word on the combo lock – we foolishly kept trying to figure it out even though it was already ‘solved’). We opened the box to find a whistle and a witty sign that said “BLOW ME.” No sooner had I raised the whistle to my lips (jokes most definitely ensued later that night), two masked men ran into our creepy Christmas room, yanked hoods over the other couple, and pulled them out of the room. I blew the whistle anyway, hoping for some sort of mercy. Our fate was no different than theirs. I was soon blind and defenseless again, being led down a dark hallway. I had no hand to hold, though the masked man had a firm grip on the back of my neck as he maneuvered me to our next destination.

The next room was just as dark. I felt like I could see glowing figures moving around in front of me, but that may have just been my paranoia setting in. I had no clue where my Sir was, if he was even in the same room as me. Aside from the dark, and clowns, being alone is one of my worst fears. I didn’t have time to ponder his whereabouts much, as I was roughly pushed up against a wall. My hands were splayed over my head, and my feet were kicked apart. My head was pushed down until my forehead touched the wall, with such authority that I didn’t dare lift it to look around. And then I was frisked. Roughly. I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy it. I also wont lie and say that my dress was not up around my waist because my arms were stretched so high above my head. My wrists were then crossed, trapped in the hands of my captor and I was yanked into what felt like the middle of the room. I felt a body next to me, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized it was Sir (he was frisked too!). We were pressed tightly against each other, side-by-side, and wrapped from hip to armpit (our arms were still raised – remember what I said about my dress??) in what I can only describe as black saran wrap. Out of that room we went, with the now familiar hand of my handler firmly gripping the back of my neck once again.

It was a short walk this time. Rough pressure on my shoulders brought me to my knees, taking my pseudo-Siamese-twin with me. I was relieved to feel a cushion under my knees as I sank to the ground. We kneeled there in silence for what felt like an eternity. The sense of vulnerability was crushing. All at once, the room lit up with blinding bulbs and strobes. Once my eyes adjusted, I realized we were not alone. I could feel breath on my neck. I tried to look around, but my head was held tightly in this unidentified person’s grasp facing forward. A silhouette was appearing in the midst of the brightest lights. As they began to dim, we could see the back of a man standing up. The music that had been deafening this entire time was abruptly cut, and all we could hear were his ragged breaths. I soon recognized them as breaths of pleasure not of distress, and I realized we were being forced to watch a man masturbate. The breathy person behind me let out a diabolical laugh as she held our heads facing the grim sight. The silhouetted man was nearing completion. We witnessed what appeared to be a desperately long awaited orgasm, and he slowly pulled his hand to the side. Thick strings of his pleasure caught the light, as we caught sight of the mess that had been made in his hand. He slowly turned around, laughing (I fully expected him to be a clown, by the way), revealing his face – entrapped in some leather harness-type contraption. His laughs turned to a creepy rendition of “eeny meeny miny mo…” as he waived his vulgar hand back and forth between Sir and I. I was, alas, the unfortunate winner of his little game. My prize was a caress of his indecency across my cheek and down my neck. Sir, who chuckled because he thought he was out of the woods, was rewarded with a squirt of some liquid down his back. Our sticky selves were hauled up, hooded again, and ushered to another room.

Amidst trying not to trip, I was trying to identify the substance drying on my cheek. Whatever it was, it was very…well…realistic. My thoughts were interrupted as we came to a stop in our room. The hand on my neck gripped tighter and voice barked “don’t f*ing move!” There we were again – in darkness, and in silence. After another round of eternity, we heard rustling and a faint voice. Once it became more audible, we heard a suffering man assuring us that “he was gone.” His raspy voice told us to take off our hoods and remove the plastic still binding us together. We stood in silence, suspecting some sort of trap. His pleas got louder, as he begged us for help and assured his that “he” was gone. Sir removed his hood, and then turned to take off mine. I shook my head violently trying to pull of out his grasp. I frantically tried to simultaneously keep my hood on and stay still, as I was bluntly told to do earlier. The voice became louder and more demanding, and eventually I succumbed to the pressure. I was already envisioning the retribution that could come from such a blatant display of disobedience. With hoods removed and plastic binds shed, we turned around. A sweaty, dirty, half naked man was tied to a stack of threadbare mattresses. He was curled in the fetal position shaking with evident fear, extending his bound wrists and begging for us to find the key. We took in our surroundings. Countless orange prescription bottles littered the floor, amongst trash bags and various discarded items. I began gingerly kicking things around, hoping to stumble across “the key” before “he” came back in and unleashed hell upon us because we moved. I tried to set aside my nauseating thoughts of what I could possibly uncover under these piles of trash. We eventually found the key taped to the wall above the man on the mattresses (again, slightly anti-climactic). I pushed the key into Sir’s hand, and backed into a corner – unsure of what would happen after this man was free. He gingerly rubbed his sore wrists, thanked us, and began pacing around the ravaged room. A sudden spark of hospitality overcame him, and he invited us to lie down on the mattresses. His invitation turned to demanding orders, and so down we went. As soon as my head hit the mattress, I was overwhelmed with a pungent aroma. I was unsure if it was coming from my new resting place, or the filthy man that we had just freed. The overwhelming sense of vulnerability crept up again, while the possibilities of being flat on my back in a dark room with a crazed man swirled through my imagination. We heard rustling behind us, as the man pulled items from a closet. We heard metal scrape the floor, and the discernable sound of him urinating into a bucket. He let out relieved breaths, and began putting the bucket away. The spark of hospitality must have ignited again, as he muttered something about how thirsty we must be. Horror overcame me as I watched him pour liquid from the bucket into Sir’s mouth. I watched him swallow (yes, I did make several jokes about this later) and gag repeatedly. I had been convinced he did actually relieve himself into that bucket, and now I was trying by best to assure myself that all of this was just for fun. I clenched my lips tight and shook my head when he brought the bucket to my lips. His kind offer became forceful and I felt the salty liquid pool in my mouth. I turned my head to the side and spit it out hastily, not caring that it drenched my hair. The man then said he was thirsty too. He procured a cup, and made us both spit into it. I watched in shock as he took a swig of it. The man seemed displeased and told us to get up. He began to pace frantically again. His muted mutterings turned to loud shouts as he told us to “find his pill.” His clutched his head in his hands and his strained voice screamed over and over. I looked around in dismay at the hundreds of pill bottles littering the floor. I bent down and began the arduous task of shaking each one, hoping to find this pill and stop this madman from shouting. I finally heard a magical rattle, and tossed the bottle at the man. He opened it and swallowed its contents greedily. He looked around in panic, as if a sudden realization had just come over him. He peeked out the door of the room, and told us we had to go. NOW.

My details will stop there, as I fear I’ve already said too much. I wish to not fully ruin it for those also looking to experience this production… Overall, I was thrilled to have experienced, and Escaped, Hell in The Armory. The hands-on immersion was a terrifying mindf*ck, and tapped into several of my fears. The actors were deep into their characters, their stories were believable, their interaction was spot on, and I liked the small group intimacy. Upon reflection, I was disappointed in the lack of nudity (I mean, it’s The Armory for crying out loud!) as reviews of previous years’ Haunts had stated there were ample amounts of. I also was hoping for a little bit ‘more’ – there could have been a continuous story line or plot; “the key” could have been drowning in a jar of some ghastly substance, not taped in plain sight; the men escorting us could have been substantially more terrifying; our actions could have dictated the rest of our encounter; the ‘Escape’ aspect of it could have been much more crucial to the story line; the could have made much better use of the vast sets that kink.com already has in place in this historical building. And – it was a rather short experience, at just 20 minutes. All that said though, I was not disappointed in the slightest. I was covered in unidentified substances, shaking my head in disbelief at all I just experienced. I enjoyed telling my friends I visited The Armory and left with ejaculate on my face and urine in my mouth. The event most definitely did not disappoint, as my imagination was able to go wild and divulge in the narrative. I enjoyed that it wasn’t your typical Haunted House with things jumping out at you screaming “BOO!” I liked that it wasn’t all about being scary or gory, and while the lack of nudity was slightly disappointing – I liked that it wasn’t all about sex as one might expect. I liked that it tapped into deep rooted fears, and ran the viewers through a slew of emotions – fear, disgust, confusion, shock. I hope the creators improve upon this year’s production, and we can’t wait to visit Hell in The Armory next year.

Vice Erotica is a photographer, writer, and babygirl from Southern California. She is a regular contributor for Kink Weekly. When she’s not photographing pretty things, she enjoys cigars, collars, and planning her next adventure. You can view more of her work here.

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