Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Behind the Door of a BDSM club



           
Almost three weeks ago I was in LA for the RT convention, as most of you know. What you also might have guessed is I made a special fieldtrip along with three friends to a BDSM club. Yep, you read right. I went to a D/s playroom. If you want to hear it all continue to read. If you’re afraid I’ll spill some freaky stuff then definitely read on J
            First off I will admit to having a few martinis before we grabbed our cab to head out. The drive took around twenty-minutes or so before our sweet driver stopped. Since we didn’t see a sign for the club nor could we find a plaque for the address our driver hesitated to leave us on our own in North Hollywood. The ever-adventurous Desiree Holt took matters into her own capable hands and walked straight into the nearest business. It just happened to be another club that advertised in bright neon colors NUDE GIRLS LIVE GIRLS NUDE. Yep, Des walked in grabbed the bouncer by the arm and pretty much sweet-talked her way into finding out where we needed to go. Poor guy looked like he didn’t know what hit him. Most people are that way after a Des-attack.
            Turns out the club was tucked in behind this little white brick facade. You’d never find it if you didn’t know where you were going. No loud music, no shrieks, no blood flying, no sounds of whips, chains or whatever else you might be thinking. After promising our driver we knew what we were doing (LMAO) we turned to go in and found a little black gate that we unlatched and walked through.
            The first thing I saw was two smiling, perfectly normal looking people. They were very gracious, courteous and friendly. We each handed over our ids then there were some forms we had to initial and sign. Thankfully we had a lawyer in the group. I waited until she read it, nodded her head and I happily scrawled my signature along the numerous lines. Why the forms? Because the owners want to make sure people know the reality of what they’re walking into. This isn’t a yuppie bar or some goth/vamp dungeon. This place was about understanding and catering to a special need of some people. Not a bad, evil or wrong need, just different. My philosophy of life? If you’re over twenty-one, single, consenting then go for it, baby. So long as you respect your partner’s boundaries and needs it’s all good.
            So we past the gate, sign our forms, hand over our money and follow our guide into a very new world.
            The ride side of the courtyard is taken up with a long portable table. The kind people use is church or bingo halls. Plain, serviceable and easy to clean. On top of the table sits duffle bags, suitcases and leather satchels. Having my first and last intelligent thought of the night, I immediately understand (it’s later confirmed) that these bags are brought by the members. They contain whatever toys or props they intend to play with at the club. No one uses or borrows anyone else’s stuff, I think it’s considered bad form. Can’t say I blame them. I’ll keep my cooties and you keep yours…it really works for me.
            A bright cheery fire was the focal point as a group of people sat around, sipping water and chatting about the cold weather and the Lakers. Major point of interests No alcohol or liquor is sold here. Nothing to impair anyone’s judgment. However bottles of water, Diet Coke, Coke, Sprite and that type is free to anyone who wants it. I grabbed a bottle of water and wandered. Remember I lost my voice so I couldn’t talk to these people.
This was not my brightest idea and it wouldn’t be the last stupid thing I did this night.
            So I wandered around while my so-called friends deserted me. We all made a bathroom trip when we arrived then BAM it’s Allie: party of one.
 I, umm inhaled tobacco, while wandering. Listened to a few conversations and wondered why these people kept looking at me. Doing a quick body check, made sure everything was tucked out of sight, zipped up or buttoned, I couldn’t understand why these people were staring. Thought it might be my flaring tobacco so I moved to the other side of the white brick wall. Nope, all eyes followed me. Now I really started to get self-conscience. I’d showered before we came so I knew it couldn’t be that. Finally the genius that I am turned to look over my shoulder at the brick wall & low and behold there was the answer.
            Turns out they used the wall as a movie screen. My butt was placed smack in the middle of their adult content film show. When I looked up my head ended up perfectly placed beneath the actor’s ‘happy spot’. Talk about being an idiot. Needless to say I scooted away from the wall and to the safety of a nice iron table.
            Meanwhile I kept looking around thinking this is nothing like I thought it would be. Where’s the shouting, the pain, the blood, the black leather? I found out, but that’s later in the story.
            I need to backtrack here a minute. Thursday night as we all sat in the bar together and talked about coming to this club. One of our members said “You know, if anyone gets hit on or invited to play I bet it’ll be Allie.” As this person knows more than I do about the scene I merely laughed, drank and wondered if she’d share whatever drugs currently pumping through her system.
            She was RIGHT. As I sat outside by myself, after being cruelly deserted by my no-longer-good-friends, a man comes up to me. Again, perfectly normal looking, good looking even. Older than me, but still well dressed in slacks, button down shirt and leather shoes. He comments on the weather. I, having no voice or almost no voice, nod my head like an idiot and manage to whisper “Uh huh”. He tries to talk to me, poor thing, and I’m sitting there nodding because I have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. Finally something he says catches my attention away from the porn flick playing to the side of me.
            “Do you play?” the man asks me.
            Several things run through my mind.
No, I don’t play an instrument. I have no musical talent, as my second grade piano teacher will attest to.
No, I’ve never gotten the hang of basketball. Too many people running after me is not my idea of a good time.
No, I suck at poker because I have no poker face.
Finally I manage to mutter, “Depends on the game.” Thinking maybe he had Battleship, a craps table or even bingo cards hiding somewhere.
My sign “I’m a moron and lick bus windows” will be arriving shortly.
This poor man just shakes his head, sends me a wink and tells me I can find him later.
Yeah, I know it’s amazing they let me out of the house at all.
When reality dawns on me I take off to the last place I saw my so-called friends before they left me. The first room you enter is called a private room. There are two entrances and one bathroom. BTW everything is lit with red or blue light bulbs, including the bathrooms. Weird I know, but I think it helps set the mood and give everything a surreal factor.
So I enter the private room, thanking every deity known to man that’s it’s empty. ‘Cause my luck…I’d walk straight into another situation and proceed to lick windows. In this room there are several tools. A large six or seven foot piece of wood drilled into the wall about six feet up with sets of rings on each side. A queen size bed is position in the center with nothing but a fitted sheet.  Across from the bed is what looks like an old fashioned holding stock. You know what I mean two large pieces of wood the top lifts up so you can put you hands in the holes then locks down. This way your body is bent over and you cannot move anything but you lower, most likely naked half.
All the while I can hear erotic music playing or at least sometimes its erotic. At other times it’s Nine Inch Nails pounding out a beat you can feel thrumming through your skin. When you try to take a deep breath you inhale the spice of incense burning. Mix that with the low mood lighting and you have a very potent combination.
This place not only is looking to seduce you body, but the rest of your senses as well in a very intense way.
Three steps leading to the big playroom are to the left of the bed and I make my way over there. I open the door, step through and stop because what I’m seeing is nothing I’ve ever experienced.
A man is strapped to a cross with his back to me, naked. While a woman lashes at him with a very scary looking whip. He cries out, but instead of moving away from her he arches back to her.
Another woman is lying face down on leather padded sawhorse, naked, getting spanked by an equally naked man with a very large paddle.
During all these observations I’m frantically looking for my ship deserting friends and not seeing a single one of them. This makes me very very edgy ‘cause remember I can’t really talk and I’ve had two very good, but potent Lemon-Drop martinis.
The music continues to pump out, loud but not so loud I can’t hear the murmur of conversation around me. I stand there, trying to look like I know what I’m doing when out of nowhere I feel a hand wrap around my arm and tug me backwards. Back into a dark corner I didn’t see and where I’m not sure I should be going.
Then…
Want to know the rest? Tune in next week, same time, same blog, same me!


41 comments:

Melissa Bradley said...

Whoa, Baby! I can't wait to hear the rest of this adventure.

nicoleaustin said...

Yup, you now get to be the official window licker and I get to drive the short bus! You've lost that privlidge.

Pirate Princess Eve said...

A fascinating beginning... can't wait to read next week's installment! I wish wish wish I'd been there.

Marie Rose Dufour said...

Can't wait to hear what happened next. LOL to your response to the man. I would probably say, "Play what?" I see a great story coming out of your experience.

Maggie Nash said...

Now that's just mean Allie!!!!

You can't leave us hanging like that!!!!

Shayla Kersten said...

Oh, Princess! I can so see you doing all of that. And more. *cackle* You aren't a moron. You're our Princess just being you. ROTFLMAO

Harlie Reader said...

What a tease! I can't wait to hear the rest of the story.

Harlie Reader said...

BTW, I've always wanted to go into a club to see what it was all about. Thanks for the post..........tease!

Lynne Connolly said...

First, kudos to Des. Never go anywhere without her, because she is Always Right.
Second, I got caught up in watching (watching!) the play in one room and never moved on. I did wonder where Allie was at one point, but just hoped she was enjoying herself. This was a don't ask, don't tell kind of place.
And it was utterly fascinating.

Lynne Connolly said...

My problem was that I hadn't realised that ponytail equalled Dom in this place. And guess what - I thought a pony tail was "appropriate" and it kept my hair out of the way.

Marie Tuhart said...

What an adventure. I can't wait to read more. Sounds like you and your friends had a lot of fun.

Lynn LaFleur said...

Mean mean mean of you to leave us hanging, Allie! Sounds like you had quite an adventure. I'm eager to hear the rest of it.

Lynn

Alisha said...

Looking foreward to hearing the rest. How in the heck did you ladies find out about this place?

Susan Bloomingdale said...

Sooooooo, when will the good friends who deserted you be sharing their stories? We have to hear what they were doing too!! And shame on you for leaving us hanging! Sheesh, so not nice!

Molly Daniels said...

ROFLMAO! OMG...If I ever get the chance to go to one of those places, you can bet I'll be GLUED to whoever took me there! Not the type to wander around by myself.

Vonnie Davis said...

One does love a good story when it's told well. I laughed outloud when I read it, and DH asked me what was so funny. When I told him, his eyes turned bright and he shifted his stance a bit. "Really?" his voice turned breathy. He'll be a mess the rest of the day. So...we have to hear more. Ya hear????

Eileen said...

Such a tease! And of course I'll be tuning in next week to hear the rest.

jean hart stewart said...

How can you be so mean? I gotta wait a whole week? Jean

Allie Standifer said...

Ladies,
Since the story leaves me looking more or less, looking like a freak, I get to tease it out :) I'm evil that way.
Since Lynn unmasked herself I will say "YOU HUSSY, I COULD HAVE BEEN SHANGHAIED TO CHINA!"
Ahem, thanks for all the comments. Keep them coming & you might convince me to post the rest on my own blog.

trinity said...

Oh my god!! You are bad! Here I was waiting to read a good story and you left us hanging! I myself would love to go to one. But of course there better be someone with me. Can't wait to read more.
Trinity

Dee Dawning said...

Well done Allie. Do you write in this genre? If not, lol, will you start now?

Margie said...

I have to admit that I got quite a chuckle out of the telling of your adventures/misadventures so far. Can't wait to read the rest of the story. I would like to see such a club myself, but would definitely be keeping close to who I came with. Thanks for sharing the experience with us.

Allie Standifer said...

Alisha, we found the place by looking for D/s clubs in LA on the Internet. I'm writing a quickie as part of the EC 1-800-Dom-help series. Since this is beyond anything I've written before I thought a little research would help. I got more than I bargained for.

Allie Standifer said...

Dee, I don't write in first person. I've always had trouble with it. Plus I like to know what everyone else is thinking, but thank you for the flattering words :)

Allie Standifer said...

Yeah, I think the moral of this story is to ALWAYS stick with the one that brung ya. A lesson well learned.

Dee Dawning said...

Didn't Michael Steel the former Republican National Committee Chairman get in trouble for taking some guests (Probably Glen and Rush) to an LA BDSM Club? I wonder if it was the same club.

Anonymous said...

What a cliffhanger!!!! Next week, I have to wait a week. uggg
Zina

Dee Brice said...

Allie,
Only you!
Dee Brice

Ashlyn Chase said...

Allie, I was going to say, aw...I would have stuck with you, hon. I should have gone. If for no other reason than to keep you company.

Now that you pulled that move... (wait a week? Excuse me? What do you think I am? Patient?)I'm so not sorry I didn't go. You deserve to be punished young lady.

bearaboo said...

Oh, Allie, you are a hoot! Definitely can't wait to hear more next week!

Dalton Diaz said...

ROFLMAO! OMG, I can't wait to hear more! Holy cow!

Allie Standifer said...

Well you have to wait until next week to get the rest of the juicy details. I will give you a hint...Lynne got up close and personal with a menage'
Oh yeah it was great!

Lisabet Sarai said...

Allie!

I've been to a sex club but never a BDSM club. I'm hanging on the edge of my seat, waiting for the next installment...

And now that I've met you (I really fell in love with you, lady!), I can picture the whole thing much more clearly.

Hugs,
Lisabet

Rachel Randall said...

Blue lights in club bathrooms = make it dificult to find a vein for drug use...

Awesome account, looking forward to part two.

Samantha Cayto said...

I'm going to out myself too and say that I was the one who predicted Ms. Allie would be the one of us approached to play. I love it when I'm right!

Lynne Connolly said...

Facepalm

Allie Standifer said...

LMAO, I knew Sam wouldn't stay in the closet :) And yes Sam said I'd be the one they'd try to play with. Ummm, why oh why me?

Just wait until Chicago, hon.

Samantha Cayto said...

Because you are luscious. And, I can't wait for Chicago. I want to play!

Tess MacKall said...

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I don't think I've ever freaking laughed so much in my life!!!!!!

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I can't even think of anything to say. I'll definitely tune in next week. I'm betting that is that troublemaker Desiree's hand tugging on you!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I can understand your need for "research" but frankly it bugs me when writers try to jump on the BDSM bandwagon and write in the genre because it's popular, yet they really know nothing about the lifestyle at all. As someone who actually lives it, I can immediately spot the wannabes when I'm reading a story. I would suggest actually talking to some lifestylers before attempting to portray something you really know nothing about. Just my opinion, of course.

Allie Standifer said...

Anonymous,

I understand your disdain? for people mocking a lifestyle they know nothing about. However, that was the point to actually going to this club. To talk to people in the scene, find out what it's like, how it's done & why. Not only that but I do have a good friend who lives it as well. I think people who go to those clubs to gawk give the rest of us bad reputations. As for 'jumping' on the BDSM bandwagon? I don't see it that way at all. I write about anything that catches my interest and D/s scene did just that. Plus after meeting the woman who owned the club I couldn't not write about how amazing, intelligent and content she is.
I'm sorry you feel I've disrespected your lifestyle choice. It was not my intent.