Klawdya Rothschild's Vortex

Hey folks. As you know, because you cyber stalk me and compulsively check my calendar for updates, I am on the road and I am currently in San Francisco.

Last night I had the distinct honor of being on the guest list of the fabulous, talented and extremely gracious Mike West for Bondage A Go Go: SF’s longest running (16 years) Bondage and SM Dance party/dungeon.  With a factoid like that, being the oldest and most established public play party in SM Mecca, I understandably had very high expectations and was looking forward to a rockin sexy good time.

I was not disappointed…..

I get to the space, Glas Kat Supper club, and I am immediately impressed.  The place is HUGE, the lighting is MONEY, and there are multiple floors, each with a distinctly different fetish feel.  On the top floor is the dungeon, unfortunately small and clustered together, it is however expertly coordinated and DM’d by the Citadel’s Stefanos.  I was happy to see immediately upon my entrance every play station in mid, active and thoroughly enjoyed use– this is really the best thing one could hope to see when entering a club for the first time at midnight.  There was a sexy fucking blonde girl in a partial inversion suspension, a curvaceous young thing bent over a horse getting the spanking of a lifetime, and a zap zap zap to the nips of a very lucky young man on a St X….and that was before I noticed what was behind me.

The first face I picked out of the crowd was the beloved Psychokitty, er, PsychoKat, and his lovely wife Rose– they are the reason why I am in SF at all seeing as how it was my last trip here for their wedding that changed my tune about this lovely sexually deviant bay area–  I am ushered behind red ropes and my things are deposited safely and drink tickets are thrust at me, and I look down and my tits are glowing!  I love blacklight, and I love discovering that things that really ought not be glowing are!  SO there I am, in my halter top that makes me look like Im naked, and my tits are glowing like ectoplasm….with rock hard nipples 🙂

I quickly scan with my eyes around the room and find Mike West, unraveling a lovely young lady from her bondage in an auxiliary suspension station to the side of the bar-  BONUS the venue lets you tie into their support beams, how enlightened of them (the rest of you venue owners take note, I will be throwing this in your face one of these days Im sure–a wasted anchor point is like a case of permanent blue balls, or a dick that never gets sucked, you choose 🙂

The floor below, which you can see from the dungeon area, is home to the stage (which Im told also has a lovely hardpoint, although alas is only usable for performance and not play) and a suspended cage with hired dancers, another drawback as my fondest memories were when I was the cage dancer at Exile in DC and I couldnt relive the moment in a spiny twirly hanging one on the left coast.  But, a floor fool of be-gothed, be-studded, and friendly folk dancing away in between dungeon visits made the place really feel well rounded and well planned out….despite its lack of mini dungeon areas on all floors, which I do admittedly prefer.

And, amazing rare find and INDOOR smoking room in CALIFORNIA.  OMG can it be?  on a cold rainy NoCal night, me, 2 trannies, and a bunch of metal heads crowd into a glass walled room, reminiscent of the smoking cubes in the airports of yore (or currently of international terminals).  Nice.

And even better yet, was that I got suspended, or something like it many many times.  Mike West does this sort of tie up, take down, change, tie up, take down, change, where in the course of an hour you’ve been in 5 different positions, ass up, feet up, head up, tits up, tits down all as effortlessly and unattached as the wind.  Its really quite something.  He had be in a box tie, with single columns around my ankle and waist, and with all that and some minor position by position add ons flopped me around like a fish out of water. It was great fun.  At the end of it all, he sat me down on the couch, and just when I thought it was all through, after untying all but one of my bonds, he grabs my two tone knee high Italian leather boots from the coffee table and straps it to my face, like one part gag one part blindfold….wrapping the rope over and over and over again to secure it in place and completely cover the remaining exposed area in rope.  Add that to a lovely front hogtie, and a pair of very happily abused nipples, and I didnt even mind missing last call 🙂

I woke up the next morning, raring to go, and horny as hell, for a shopping district in the lovely SoMa neighbourhood, home to Stormy Leather, Madame S, and the Leather Outlet.  Stay tuned for photos 🙂

~ by Klawdya Rothschild on February 13, 2009.

Posted in Bondage
Tags: Bondage, bondage a go go, box tie, club, Fetish, Kink, mike west, Rope Bondage, san francisco, sex, suspension, transvestite, Travel