Torture Gardens

Cynthias Cyber Bar

10th January 2001

My first review after attending Cynthia's Cyber Bar

OK where does one start when they have never started before, (bloody good question). Right describe myself, MALE that about does it. No seriously, A male that can't spell so forgive me. OK so I guess the first thing that stands out most of all (& that does not mean the nether regions either) is I have wheels stuck to my arse after what I can honestly say was one of the best things that happened to me! I'm talking about a bike accident a very stupid and I guess my fault initially, (I was being towed on my bike by a car, fell off and landed back first on the curb, result broken back).

So five years ago where do I go? what do I do?. fuck it just get on with things day by day. So it takes three years when one day visiting the hospital I bump into this pervert in a chair leathered up standing out like a over kill blemish on what is said to be the pride of the British empire. I'm talking of the spiky haired much loved (allegedly) Mic Scarlet. Oh no not him again, come on he's in a chair you are going to see him before you see the bar, if you don’t your going to get a set of wheels over your toes at some point.

Anyway back at the hospital Mic gave me his dog and bone number, we can exchange talk about the nurses we've conquered. (well what ever turns you on) personally its pigtails draped over a nice pair of tits wont go a miss. Some time goes by I ring him he invites me to go to a club, a fetish club. what the fuck is one of those? Mic explains. Well I tell you now as you may remember yourself no one can really explain it to its full you just have to go. The fetish scene thank you god ( I take it theirs one, I'm told there is) finally a place were I fit in a place were I feel comfortable a place were I can look and not get told to not to be so crude. I'm sorry but there is nowhere on this tiny little bubble of a planet that your going to find more good looking extravert sexy people- creatures.

As a disabled person the fetish clubs are now a part of my life I cant ever see leaving for something else. Someone else maybe but that will take someone very strong). In two years the scene has given me more confidence in humanity and myself I've made so many friends played with the majority of them and still do. I cant stop feeling very lucky to be a part of the fetish scene and knowing people like yourselves, thank you. In the clubs I don't really get to move around allot so you will generally find me positioned in a spot that gives the best observation point viewing the sea of body's wiggling, strutting and thrusting. If I haven't got a tasty little morsel sitting on my lap (one of those benefits being in a chair, somewhere for someone to sit) I'm watching the fun and pleasures that others are giving to each other, feel free to approach me and say hello, just don't stop me in midflow of suckling on a juicy pert nipple. does it show tits are my fetish)

I met this guy with a camera at the last torture gardens at Cynthia's cyber bar. Can I take your picture, he said, don't see why not I'm just as good-looking as the next pervert here. We kept talking. Look at our web site and tell us what you think of the fetish scene from a disabled persons point of view. So I'm sorry but it looks like your going to have to put up with me babbling on about something you already know about. to those of you that don't I hope I give you an accurate description of what I've experienced) Talking of torture gardens thanks to Allen and the crew, they have always made me feel very welcome at any of the events that I've been to. They have gone out of there way to ensure that I have been able to get around and enjoy myself as much as the next person. I have found that in general all the clubs that I've been to have taken note that we in chairs are people as well.

The year is now 2001 and how did I see the new year in. with a shag of course I went to the fringe after being invited by master Keith, First priority when I got there was to ensure I had a tit lined up for the witching hour. The rest of the night was play, fondle and watch the action that was going on in the cage over looking the upstairs room, wishing I could climb ladders, but then as it turned out the six people playing to the audience had in the middle of them the two people I had taken along with me, the end of the night drew in (well 7 in the morning to be in fact) and I found myself being invited back to there place. Now I've been in group sessions before (just a few and maybe a few more but who's counting) and there is always one person that your not really to sure about, well this was one of those exceptions gorgeous lady's fit looking men. SEX well you could say that but then the details are for my pleasure you can go and get your own. Keith at the Fringe thank you, start the new year as you mean to carry on and you have given me the perfect start.