Sweet Torture

Do you remember it? I had come home early, to find you in our bedroom pleasuring yourself with your favourite dildo. I had to punish you. What else could I do? I had taken you to our play room in the basement, as naked as when I had found you. You still even had the cum on your thighs, evidence of your previous excitement.

I had made you stand in front of our St. Andrews cross, although what that old man would have thought of our version, I can only guess. First, I tied your right wrist to the frame. Then your left. I paused for a moment to suck your right nipple. Or was it your left? Then I made you move your right leg, so that I could secure your ankle. Before repeating the process with your left one.

And there you were, beautifully spread out, a human X. But I wasn't finished with you yet. Far from it. I raised the cross, then turned it so that you were suspended horizontally at my waist height. But that would only become significant later. I placed a ball gag in your mouth, fastening its strap behind your head. Being careful not to trap your raven hair in the process. Then I completed your imprisonment by blindfolding you.

You looked magnificent lying there. So perfect, so vulnerable. Waiting to be used, to be abused. To be taken to the brink time after time. But never allowed release. I was already so hard that it was almost painful. I allowed myself to stroke my shaft in anticipation of what was to come. But not too much. I didn't want to spoil my fun.

I moved to stand between your spread thighs, looking at your perfect sex. Your lips were spread wide open for me, revealing every detail of what they normally protected. I moved my head closer, so that you would feel my breath upon your bud. Warmth in the chill of the basement, that I knew would feel like a white hot brand to your aroused body.

I ran my tongue lightly over your lips, tasting the saltiness of your cum. You shivered at my touch and I so wanted to take you right then. But I was strong. I left you there. Alone in your darkness. Not knowing if I was still there, or not. If I would relieve you, or not.

I went into our kitchen and made myself a coffee. But I was too wound up to drink it. So I wandered upstairs to our bedroom, the scent of your arousal still lingering in the room. Your toy was lying discarded on the bed. I could see your cum glistening along its length and picked it up to better examine it. I sniffed it, holding it close to my nostrils. It smelled so good.

Ummmm. It tasted good too. You had been so turned on as you fucked yourself with it. I could feel the energy it contained, the sexual power that you had created as you rammed it in and out of yourself. Over and over again. But you hadn't reached your orgasm had you? You had been teasing yourself, prolonging your release. But I had arrived home before you got there. Had spoilt your fun. And now it was my turn to prolong your torment.

You used to be afraid of the dark. Do you remember? Then you had met me and learnt that the darkness is our haven, our place of refuge from an uncaring world. It is the place where each of us can learn our own truth, where we can find out who we truly are.

I had a shower, the hot water increasing my desire as it ran down my chest, before streaming off my twitching cock like rain from some erotic waterspout. I took my time drying myself, not sure who I was tormenting more, you or me. Then I pulled on a pair of baggy trousers and quietly returned to the basement.

My eyes lingered on your breasts as I entered the room. Even though you were on your back, they still jutted proudly towards the ceiling. Your nipples hardened as I looked at them. Could you feel the intensity of my gaze upon them?

I picked up a candle from the side, that big altar candle we used to keep for such a moment as this. I had to search for a moment until I found a lighter, when I turned around you were looking at me with your blindfolded eyes. You were still unsure what I was going to do. What was it that gave it away for you? Was it the smell of the paraffin wax candle? Or did you not know until you heard the familiar sound of the ratchet on the lighter?

The candle's wick burst into flame and I used it to melt the wax around the brim of the candle. I needed a small puddle for what was to come next. Your body had tensed in anticipation of my next act. I held the candle over the soft flesh of your belly, touched its base to your skin. Then angled it, tracing a line of molten wax from your navel to the rise of your shaven mound.

You moaned around your gag. But I knew you were enjoying it. I could smell your excitement. It told me that your nectar was already running from your pussy. I let the liquid wax build up again, then traced another line, slightly to the right of the first. I wanted to coat your nipples but wanted to suck them more, so contented myself with drawing a third line, to the left of the first.

Each time, I was mesmerised by the way your muscles tensed in time with the kiss of the wax. It was like watching a wave flowing over your body. The three lines formed a rough arrow, that pointed to your sex. I kissed your mound at their point, following their directions to the start of your lips. You were so wet. But you had been very naughty and I was not going to grant you any release yet.

Instead, I walked back to the side, returning the candle and lighter to the counter. Slowly, I opened a drawer. Knowing that you could hear what I was doing but being forced to guess what I was going to take from the drawer to torture you further.

I chose three clamps. The first I put on your right nipple, tightening it so that your nipple stood rigidly to attention. The second one I put on your left nipple in exactly the same manner. I then went to stand between your spread thighs, so that I could see properly while I attached the third clamp.

I gave your groin a playful slap, the blow eliciting a soggy sound as it landed. I then pealed back your hood to reveal your bud in all its glory. It was already swollen from your need, making it easy for me to attach the third clamp. I tightened it until your clit was nicely squeezed between its blades, then gave your bud a lick. You tasted so good. Always!

I returned to the side again, opening another draw and retrieving a leather flogger. I stood by your right side, playing the flogger's tails over your sex. You murmured something incomprehensible around your gag. Were you asking me to beat you? I hope so, because that is what I did.

I did nine strokes to your right thigh. Then moved to your left and gave your left thigh nine strokes too. Always nine. The number of completion and success. But you still wouldn't have your completion yet my love.

Your thighs had beautifully red weals upon them. The marks following the graceful curves of your muscular legs. I kissed them all, the touch of my lips causing you to shiver. I wished that I could turn you over to flog your gorgeous bottom as well. But that would defuse the tension we had created, as it would take too long. Instead, I teased your nipples by dragging the ends of the tails over them, ensuring that I didn't touch anything else, not even your areolae.

After a while, I replaced the flogger in its drawer, exchanging it for your dildo. Stood between your splayed legs once more, I touched its tip to your entrance. No, no. I tied you much too well for you to be able to wriggle yourself onto it my little slut. I drew circles around your entrance for a moment, making you silently scream. Then rammed it deep into your eagerly waiting depths.

I promptly withdrew it again so that I could see how much cum coated it. That was more than enough for what I wanted to do next. I could almost hear you screaming abuse at me but you couldn't because of the gag. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

I removed the clamps from your nipples, then used your cum to draw circles around your large areolae. I had to dip the dildo into your sex twice to get enough 'ink' to complete my masterpiece, then stood back to admire my work. Your cum was so thick that it looked like icing on the top of a bun, your nipples providing some sweet, perhaps strawberry flavour? I licked your left one. No, it was too salty to be strawberry.

I inserted the dildo into your sex once more, holding it there with my left hand, while I struggled to undo the strap of your gag with my right. The strap finally fell free and I removed the dildo ready for my next act. I placed my right hand gently over the gag, covering your mouth for a moment. I could feel your breath on the edge of my hand. You were panting in heat, like some bitch ready to be mounted.

I yanked the gag away but before you could say anything or close your mouth, I replaced it with the dildo. I sensed your eyes actually dilating as you ran your tongue around the shaft trying to get every drop of your cum. I pulled it out, holding it so that you could lick along its length. How I wanted that to be my cock. And why not? It was you who had to be punished, not I.

I threw the toy onto the side, then slowly undid my trousers. Stepping out of them, I stood between your thighs once more and touched the end of my twitching cock to your sex. It was like an electric shock as a bolt of energy shot along my shaft. I inched my hips forwards, sinking my glans into your warm softness. You moaned as I built up I slow rhythm but quickly began yelling at me to fuck you properly.

I couldn't have that. The poor neighbours might have heard you. OK. I couldn't give a flying fuck if they did or not but it was a good excuse to ram my cock in your mouth and you didn't complain then did you? Not at all. Not until I shot my load down your throat anyway. Then you called me all sorts of names you ungrateful woman.

I should have simply left you there for the night. But I am much too good to you. Remember how I freed you right arm and gave you your toy? I had wanted to leave you there for the night but you made too much noise screaming as you orgasmed over & over. It was too much for me. I had to return to feel my cock buried in you. To fill your sweet cunt with my cum. Then I gagged and slept the sleep of the exhausted.

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Willing Sacrifice

We had an appointment, midnight in the garden. But it's nearly 12.30 and she hasn't shown. We've chatted on Facebook until I thought I knew her, yet she's blown me off the bitch. Got me all turned on, then left me here out in the cold.

I get up, ready to leave. But freeze and close my eyes. I can feel her. How can that be? I look around. There is nobody there. But I know she is. It's almost as if she is inside me.

“On your knees.” I feel her breath ruffle my hair, sending heat shooting down my spine straight to my clit.

I lower myself to my knees on the dew-damp grass. My nostrils are filled with the lawn's perfume I had never realised that grass could smell so good. It makes me want to bury my face in its wet leaves. But before the urge becomes overwhelming...

“Don't turn your head, or look at me. Do you understand me?” I nod my head, struck dumb by her presence. She grabs my hair. “I didn't hear you. Do you understand me.” This time I find my voice. “Yes mistress.”

She still holds my hair, her grip on the verge of being painful. I am so glad that she is there, touching me. “Do you want to please me?” Her breath on my neck again, sending shivers through my body and raising goosebumps down my back. “Yes mistress.”

She releases my hair and I hear her open a zip pocket. The next moment, she slips a collar around my neck. The coolness of the leather burning my flesh like dry ice. Then she attaches a lead and gives it a playful tug.

“When I was young, I had a puppy. I loved that puppy more than life itself. But my father was a useless drunk and one day he came home from the pub to find that my puppy had peed in his slipper. He went crazy and kicked my poor little puppy to death. Then he laughed as I screamed at him through my tears that I would kill him. He was laughing on the other side of his face the next time he fell into a drunken sleep in his armchair though. I went into the kitchen, got mummy's biggest knife and slit the no-good bastards throat.

I stood by him, blood dripping onto the carpet from the knife's blade, as I watched the life leave him. At first, it was in a gush, then a trickle, then a dribble. The blood began to congeal on my fingers, gluing the knife to my hand but I still stood there, until his eyes finally glazed over and I knew he was gone.

Now, you are going to be my puppy. My puppy did everything it could to please me. It loved me without me having to do anything in return. Completely unconditional love. Do you understand what I want from you?”

“Yes mistress.” How could I not? There was an almost telepathic link between us. She wanted me to know what she expected me to do, without her even having to say anything. To be her obedient, loving puppy. And I would do my utmost to please her.

I placed my hands on the wet grass, waiting there expectantly on my hands and knees to fulfil my mistress's every desire. She pats my shoulder and begins slowly walking forward. I keep in front of her, sensing directions from the subtle changes of pressure on my lead. I know this is a test, I can feel her eyes boring into me, watching my every move, reading my mind, searching my very soul.

I so badly want to look up, to see her face. Even if it is only for a brief second. But I know that it would displease her. It is not simply that I fear making her angry, I truly want to please her. To make my mistress happy.

“I know you want to see me but you have to earn that right.” Can she really read my mind? I hear her chuckle behind me, as if in answer to my mental question. I am paying so much attention to my mistress that I don't see a man approaching us until a voice says “Good evening ladies. It's a lovely night for a walk isn't it.” I start to turn my head away from him, to hide my shame but a tug on the lead tells me to keep looking straight forward. “Good evening to you sir. It is indeed a beautiful evening.” My mistress replies. And with that, the man is lost behind us.

We keep to the grass, my mistress conscious of not wanting to hurt my knees by making me follow her on the gravel path. Fortunately, we don't meet another soul and we reach the end of the memorial gardens without any further incident.

“Bear with me my pet, it is only a little further.” Tentatively, I cross the path, the gravel is sharp but doesn't pierce my skin and I know my mistress is pleased that I don't complain. Back on soft grass once more, we continue until we reach a large mausoleum. A large, cast-iron gate is standing open before us. Leaving a black hole like the eye socket in a corpse.

I hesitate, fear of the dark preventing me from entering. But a flick of the lead and an encouraging “It's OK puppy.” eases my nerves and I walk through the portal to stand on a cold stone floor.

The lead falls across my back and I hear the gate creak, then the latch click into place. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, like the hackles of a dog, then she takes hold of the lead once more and urges me on by giving it a flick.

As before, I rely on changes in the tension on the lead to know where to go. My mistress never has to speak to me, never has to correct me. Even though I can't see where we are going, I trust her completely. I instinctively know that she will keep me safe from harm.

A gentle tug of the lead stops me. The lead falls across my back again, then a door opens. There is the strangest smell, mould mixed with spices. Then a match flares and my mistress lights a candle. I have to close my eyes to avoid the bright light until my eyes adjust. But before I can open them once more, my mistress places a blindfold around my head.

“You have been such a good puppy so far.” She pats my head affectionately and I almost whimper in pleasure. “Do you still want to please me little puppy?” I don't hesitate to think. “Of course I do mistress.” “Good girl. Remove your clothes and lie on your back.

Even though I am blindfolded, I know that she is watching my every move. I feel her watching as I remove my blouse. I can feel the heat from her eyes on my breasts as I unfasten my bra. Her lust is a tangible force to my heightened senses. Causing my already aroused pussy to become even wetter.

I undo my shoes, slip off my skirt, then wriggle out of my knickers. Naked before her, I lie on my back, totally vulnerable before her. Willingly sacrificing myself to her desire. I don't hear her move but suddenly feel her breath on my belly, ruffling the short hairs of my sex as she inhales my scent, huffing on my thigh as she exhales.

My senses are in overdrive. I silently beg her to touch me and she laughs. Roughly, she spreads my legs wider. She strokes my belly. “Good puppy.” She whispers. Her hand traces the contours of my thigh, before returning upwards.

There is a pause, then, incredibly gently, her finger dips into my sex. She withdraws it again, presenting it to me. “Suck it clean.” She instructs me. And I do, just like a puppy at its mummy's teat. My mistress repeats the process and again, I greedily suck her finger clean. “You like that, don't you puppy?”

I fidget in anticipation and the atmosphere suddenly changes. “You bad dog! You're like a little bitch in heat!” Those dreaded words. Bad dog! I physically cower but she grabs my thigh, holding my legs apart. Suddenly, she slaps my pussy. Pain shoots through me. But, at the same time, so does an even greater thrill of pleasure.

Nobody has ever done this to me before. My clit instantly jumps to attention and I can feel my cum building up inside me. Slap. The flat of her hand lands perfectly on my sex again. I let out a yelp of pain but it is almost half hearted. The pleasure is too great for me to protest too loudly in case my mistress stops. The third slap sounds decidedly wet. With the fourth, cum is starting to run down between my cheeks. The fifth slap actually splashes my cum over my thighs.

“What a little bitch you are! You are enjoying this too much. Roll over.” Reluctantly I comply. “Is that how a good puppy stands?” I get on my hands and knees. Roughly, she forces my legs apart with her booted foot. “Stay still!” I hear her walk away. There is the sound of a drawer opening, of her searching for something. Then she walks back to me.

I want to look so hard it almost hurts. I want to see what she has, what she is going to do to me next. But good puppies don't do that and I so want to be a good puppy. Something brushes the lips of my sex, then a huge dildo rams into my depths. There is no time for my pussy to adapt to this invader, my mistress begins to fuck me with it straight away. And I love it. I can't get enough. But this time, I have the good sense to stay perfectly still.

I can feel my warm cum running down my cold thighs. My mistress's breath is hot upon my back as she vigorously works her toy in and out of me. I have no idea of the size of her toy but it feels huge. My pussy is stretched deliciously to the edge of being too painful to bear. And it loves every minute as much as the rest of me.

I am on the brink of a massive orgasm when my mistress stops. “Do you think I'm going to let you off so easily? What about my pleasure?” She moves to stand before, the smell of her leather boots and aroused state filling my nostrils.

I stay there for what seems like a long time before she speaks to me again. Finally, “Lick my boots clean.” I pause, uncertain which one to lick first and she raises her right one up on its high heel. I lick from the very tip up to where it ends a fraction below her knee. “Carry on!” I start over again. And again. Until I have covered the entire boot and my mouth, tongue and jaw muscles are aching. I hope that she might have pity on me when I am done but she holds her left boot up ready for my ministrations. “Lick!”

When I eventually finish this boot as well, my mistress holds the back of my head, keeping me in place. I am too sore to complain and hope she doesn't want me to lick anything else, as I don't have any saliva left. But I soon change my mind when she guides my head to her pussy.

Her smell is overwhelming, especially as the blindfold has heightened my other senses. Her pheromones are driving me crazy and my juices are running down my legs in anticipation of what is going to happen next. She pushes my face into her sex. “Lick it clean, there's a good puppy.”

I don't need to be told twice. My aches and pains are instantly forgotten as I begin to eagerly lap at her sex. My tongue probes between her lips, flicking over her bud, before delving into her depths as far as I can get it. She changes her stance a little to give me better access and I resume my duties.

Her lips are shaved and I greedily suck at them to get every last drop of her ambrosia. I slurp at her inner lips and bud, bury my tongue inside her, striving to drink her dry. It is an impossible task but I don't care. I am in heaven. The more I lap at her, the more she cums and the happier I am. Until finally I feel her body begin to tense.

I redouble my efforts, working my tongue inside her as if it has a life of its own. At last, she gushes into my mouth. I try to pull back a little so that I can breathe but she forces my head into her sex, grinding herself against my face as she orgasms. With a last shudder, she finishes, pulling away from me as she steps back.

“That's a good dog. I'm sorry I was angry with you before.” She strokes my head, her hand moving to caress my shoulders, then my back. If I had a tail, I would be wagging it like crazy. I've been good and she loves me again.

I sense her kneel down and she kisses me. Her tongue explores my mouth, sending shock waves of pleasure to my clit. Then she bites my lower lip as she withdraws. I feel hot blood flowing from her love bite but it doesn't hurt. She moves closer again, her hot breath on my cheek. Her tongue brushes over my lips, licking away my blood.

“Ummmm. You taste so sweet.” Her breath moves down to my throat. She kisses me again, wrapping her arms around me in her passion, her arousal. I hear her growl somewhere deep in her throat. Passion mixing with her primal need. Then there are sharp teeth, a moment of gorgeous pain. “There's a good puppy. You'll always be my puppy, won't you? Always.”

 

 

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An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

 

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.

 

Ritual

Ritual is an essential part of our lives.

Without it, we are less than animals.

Ritual connects us with a deeper, more spiritual, part of ourselves.

Ritual can turn a mundane act, into a sacrament,

whereby, we are able to connect with the Goddesses and Gods of old.

Our ritual, performed in this sacred place,

enables us to open our minds.

To explore our true self,

free from the constraints of a jealous humanity.

Our ritual is an offering of pleasure and pain.

An act of freely given love and obeisance.

BDSM is the darkness, the absence of light, that scares us beyond our understanding but also attracts us like flies around a rotting cadaver. It is the opposite of everything our parents tell us we should try to be in our lives. It is the anti Christ of moral behaviour. It turns everything good around, until good is bad and bad is the best that we can ever hope to experience in the mind numbing tedium of our pathetic daily existence.

It is the reality where pleasure is pain, where servitude grants us freedom. It is where submission brings self-understanding and dominance teaches us love of another. It is where the mirror's reflection is inverted and truth becomes a lie. Only when we can stand in the truth of our own frailty, can we truly hope to know who we really are.

We have two books on offer at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the background of the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.

50 Shades Of Grey

Fifty Shades of Grey has got to be one of the most controversial works written for a long time. Critics have torn it apart for reasons varying from poor writing style to a rubbish story line. But, one has to wonder how much of this is based on plain old jealousy. After all, the trilogy has beaten all world records to become the fastest selling book ever. People simply can't get enough of it. We're talking sales figures that number in the millions, so it can't be that bad can it!

Anyone that is interested in any aspect of sex should fall on their knees and give thanks to E L James. She has opened the eyes of society to the fact that there is something more to life than the missionary position once a month. As teachers of Tantra, we are amazed how quickly people's perceptions of sex have changed. Suddenly it is OK to publicly discuss relationship issues and whether it is actually possible to improve ones sex life.

It is not only book critics that have jumped on the bandwagon of castigation though. The BDSM world really needs to wake up to how much good this trilogy has done for it. Stop whingeing that the story is too vanilla and consider the fact that overnight, BDSM has become a household topic of conversation. And it's all thanks to E L James!

The story features Anastasia as the heroine, who falls in love with Christian Grey, who happens to be a troubled rich kid that likes his sex rough. It's Mills and Boon meets the Marquis De Sade and it works. Stop complaining and give credit where it's due people!

We have two of our own books for sale at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the background of the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.

Erotica UK

Erotica UK started in 1997 and has grown to become the world's top erotic exhibition. It is a kind of Ideal Homes for sex toys and is brilliant. The appeal of erotica relies on the professionalism of its organisation. It creates a haven where shoppers and browsers alike can buy all their needs and take in some of the amazing shows, such as Dita Von Teese and fashion shows by Torture Garden.

Erotica has been totally revamped, so was absent from the event calendar in 2012. But its 16^th show is set to be held between 25th- 27^th October this year and is definitely going to be worth checking out. At present, it is set to be held at the Tobacco Dock, Wapping in London. But this venue still has to be confirmed. You can find out more by checking out  Erotica on Facebook.

We went to our first Erotica in 2000 and had a fantastic time there. We were interviewed by Channel 4 for a programme about how couples keep their sex lives active. Saw Torture Garden put on a breath taking show and bought a few toys while we were people watching. It really is worth marking in your social calendar.

 

 

We have two books for sale at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

 

An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the background of the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

 

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.

House Of Harlot

House of Harlot produces some of the best clothing in the world, if not, the best clothing. It is certainly one of the most renowned latex design fashion companies. They've been producing high quality, well made garments since 1991 and include Lady Gaga and Beyonce among their regular clients.

They have a huge range of products that include Latex and other fabric garments, fetish clothing, rubber clothing, designer lingerie, leather gear and amazing accessories.

You can find them at:

House of Harlot Limited
63-65 Princelet Street
London.uk E1 5LP

Tel: +44 (0)20 7247 1069

Opening Hours
Monday to Friday 10.00 - 18.00
Saturday 12.00 – 18.00

And their website is - www.houseofharlot.com where they have an online store.

They really are worth checking out, even if you only want to drool over their fantastic dresses!

We have two books for sale at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the background of the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories & we hope that it has something for everyone.

Torture Garden

Torture Garden is the world's leading fetish/body art club, attracting hundreds of people to its monthly events. It also has its own range of clothing and is a leading production/performance agency.

Torture Garden was started by David Wood and Alan Pelling in 1990. Events at the club include body ritual, using industrial grinders, a variety of music, latex, leather, whips and chains. There is no other club in the world like it! The club took its name from the story by Octave Mirbeau but is often shortened to TG.

In the 80's and 90's Fetish and SM were still taboo subjects in the UK, even going to a fetish club seemed a dangerous activity to mainstream society. As TG's notoriety grew, so did the reports in the tabloids, resulting in the police frequently forcing venues to close events while the shadow of the Spanner Case also hung over the scene during the early 90's.

However, as numbers of enthusiasts grew and fetish fashion and creativity influenced the mainstream, fetish became trendy and venues actively wanted TG at their venues. As British society increasingly opened up to people being able to express their sexuality and sexual desires, TG took off.

Many have described their first experience of entering a TG event as like stepping into another world. Like a scene from a film, a fantasy, it can be anything that you want it to be. TG events are about fantasy and role-play, and fully themed events can create a complete experience, including themed dress code, club décor, visuals, music, performances and installations.

Torture Garden is an environment that encourages the exploration of one's sexuality but there are also strict codes of conduct within the club. Touching anyone without permission, or any form of harassment of any kind, is strictly forbidden. In general, TG has the safest, friendliest and most relaxed club environment possible. It is a place where people can dress-up and be themselves without fear of harassment.

TG has a strict dress code which strives to encourage personal expression, while preventing people sneaking in to events simply to gawk at serious players. A modern fetish club is like an adult fancy dress party and is more about fantasy and transformation, than just rubber and leather. Also, many of the best outfits seen at TG are made by those wearing them. So if you can't afford expensive costumes, then explore personal fantasies and use your imagination, or even try body paint!

You can find more information about TG at www.torturegarden.com

That's pretty much verbatim from the TG website but our personal experiences are just like they say. The first time we came across Torture Garden was at Erotica in Earls Court, where they put on a fashion show the like of which we'd never seen before. And that was it, we were hooked. We returned home and immediately got tickets for the Rubber Ball at Cynthia's by the Thames and set about creating our own costumes.

We arrived at Cynthia's to be greeted by the TG security staff, who were brilliant, they checked our bags to make sure we actually had suitable clothing with us (we were too wussy to wear it all the way from the north of England) and bade us have a great time. Which we did!

The energy hit us as soon as we walked through the door, we changed in the toilets, then headed out into the venue proper. The music was thumping, making our hearts race but they got even faster when we saw what was going on. The dance floor was packed but it was far more interesting to watch what was happening around the floor.

We got our drinks, then sat opposite a guy who had his girlfriend sat on his lap while he fingered her pussy. There was a man dressed all in rubber, who was kneeling on the floor as he pleasured his mistress. A dominatrix was caning her submissive over one of the tables. It was amazing.

We went for a stroll and found the chill out room. Li was wearing a basque with her breasts out and a lady stopped us so that she could suck Li's nipples. She introduced herself as B and her submissive as Mouse, then the four of us went into the playroom. B proceeded to fuck Li with a double dong, while Li kissed Mouse. Mr Rubber joined us, the two of us sucking on Li's nipples. The amazing thing was, that security kept an eye on us but nobody complained, in fact, quite the contrary. We had attracted a fairly large audience by the time we moved on.

The whole night was fantastic, with all sorts of toys in the playroom, the spanking stool being our favourite. It's so versatile! The crowd were great, the music was brilliant and the atmosphere was simply out of this world. We've never found anything to rival a TG event.

    

 

Dita Von Teese

 

 

 

Lucifire

 

 

Kaisu

 

 

Art Of Kor

 

 

 

We have two erotic books for sale at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com  

 

An Absence Of Light  is about a blossoming lesbian romance that is set against the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a full guide to creating your own scenarios.

 

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.