Torture Gardens

Valentines

Mass

16th Febuary 2002

Yes, I know its been bloody ages since I have spilled the thoughts from my tiny little walnut of a brain.
God, if you only knew the fun and action I have been up to over the past 2 months. Now maybe I will tell all at some point, but for now I will try and stick with just Saturday night at Torture Garden.
Firstly, to all those that came up to me and said hi, I thank you all. (Especially to those ladies that thrust their tits in my face. Its a hard job... No it's not but I'm glad I get to do it)
As a lot of you know I am transportless at the mo, so the day started with some new victims to the scene giving myself and slave 1 a lift to their gaff so we could eat and get ready for the night ahead.
We turned up at around midnight (after finding a space to park the bloody car, that is. )
Valentines at Mass in Brixton, should turn out to be a good night and the Torture Garden crew did not let us down. Once inside & making the journey up in the lift, (a perk to being in the wheelbarrow, sorry, wheelchair) I made my way to my usual parking space. I said hello to everyone and had the occasional suck and grope on the avalable nearest pair of tits and settled in.
Slave 1 went off to show the layout of the place to our virgins and the look on their faces when they got back was priceless. The sounds at Mass never cease to amase me as it is loud, clear & pumping, so much so that my ears were still ringing 2 days later.
I would say my feet hurt but hey when you bring your own chair with you, why not take full advantage of it ha ha ha! (Suffer not a jot.)
Now I did not make it down to the dungon but I did have my scouts and both slave 1 & 2 go down and take a look. Now that TGs has DMC running the dungon for the year, it will be interesting to see how it all goes.
The reports that came back to me were very promising. You can see Dungon master conversions equipment at www.dmconversions.com

When over looking the dance floor, it's fuckin' great seeing so many of you getting down to more than just dancing & really getting in the spirit with the aid of the DJs.
The outfits that some of you were wearing just go to show that not only have you got very imaginative minds but some of you are in need of counselling, for example horns on the end of nipples or a complete devil's suit, not what you would call very romantic! (Or is it, am I missing something or what?) I had to laugh - sorry, I just had to.
The variaty of outfits and the shape of some of the people at TGs is so wide (& I dont mean that literally) but nobody could ever feel out of place whether they are wearing fuck all or something they picked up in an Oxfam shop. I must say I have been down the road once or twice and spent only a quid or 2 on my outfits sometimes but some I know have spent hundreds on theirs and it shows. (Sometimes)
I dont really play that much in the clubs, yes I try to put on a little spanking show every now and then but on this occasion it seemed I was not going to get out of giveing three of my favorites some attention and ended up sitting in my chair surounded by a wet floor from where the girls were unable to contain themselves, so sorry to those that slipped over. (Well, no I'm not - I'm rather proud of my girls and it just shows I can still send some ladies to cloud nine and beyond)
At one point in the evening this guy was leaning over the rails watching the dance floor & said to me how do you know so many females, let alone people in general, up until then I have never thought about it, as it certainly isn't money or goodlooks but I can say alot of people have said its the fact that I am genuine, honest and down right cheeky.
(I'm not sure if thats a good thing or not!)
During the evening I watched Allan taking a break from rushing around and making sure everything went smoothly (I know running a club is not all fun & games, well done mate.) He was standing next to the stage and in front of him was his girlfriend, the smile on his face as she teased him with her dancing was so big it was like a cat that had not only the milk but also the cream.
The night went so fast this time I didn't even get to have a wheel around and have a look in the second room or even the 2 separate rooms, 1 for singles and 1 for couples only, but I did get to hear about them. (Not that I'm going to say what I was told, that was for my ears only!)
Well, the night was excellant as expected for Torture Garden & I made it again to the end so I handed some flyers out for Club L`Amour witch you can find out information about on my site
or read the review in this months Forum giving Club L`Amour a great review and is said by others to be club of the month.
I would like to piont out to those that have not been to Club L`Amour that it is a fetish club not only for fetish people but also for swingers and is not in competition but is to support the fetish comunity and to help me with a dream, to some day have a date once a year that all the fetish clubs put on an event together under the same roof at the same time equally putting in their input. (Well it's a dream & Im allowed to have them)
So if you have never been to a fetish club try it they are like marmite you either like them or you don't and don't forget it's only kinky the first time.

Take care to all & have a spanking good time.