Torture Gardens

Mass

20th January 2001

Gidday all. Where the fuck do I start, you know I've been bloody busy this weekend and in fact all week so far, so where do I start, why not the beginning. It started with the big bang then there was little creatures then came the ape. No hang on that's too far back lets come forward a few hundred thousand million years. Friday was the start for me, as most of you know by now my fetish is breasts not too big not too small, breasts, the type that sit nicely in your hand the shape that when you place a pencil under the hanging soft pear shape mammaries, ( god I'm getting a hard-on already stop it) The second fetish of mine if that's what you can call it is swinging with beautiful people. Ok so I was invited to a private party in a real flash gaff in Hemel Hampstead where the action was non stop, (And I'm not sure I can describe the action that went on just believe me when I say I shagged and shagged went for a swim and shagged some more) Anyway this is just a mention, if you wish to find out where I found out about this kind of action (which I hope some of you do) please go to www.swing2us.com . nuff said on that subject.

Saturday was Torture Gardens at Mass in Brixton. (Hats off to Allen, David & Karen) For nearly a year now I have had a young man babysitting my 9yr old son, he has seen me go out with many good looking women, (and maybe some not so good looking ones) well a fucks a fuck lets face it the more you play the more you learn and being in a wheelchair you take what ever you can get.

Anyway Saturday night was the night I took him out to his first fetish club in fact it was the first night club as it was his 18th birthday (love it what a corrupter) I kited him up PVC trousers, clean boots and a mesh t shirt, I did give him a collar and cuffs (as I make them for a bit of extra cash) but he wasn't too comfortable with them. (so they got put back on the rack, Well I tried) We picked up Robin and arrived at Mass about eleven thirty (fuckin cold it was) sat at the bottom of the stairs waiting for the never ending lift, (which I must add has never been working when ever I turn up) I was assured that on this occasion it would be in full action but I didn't get my hopes up. Never mind sitting at the entrance watching all the ladies coming in from the cold gave me a chance to perve at some rather protruding nipples (I could have gone home very happy then and there, thank you ladies)

Anyway I was lifted to the top of the never ending spiral of stairs to heaven by the door whores and while Robin & Nick stowed there gear in the cloak room I made my way to my favorite position by the stairs leading to the dungeon (which I must add I've never seen being down a load off fucken stairs, where the hell are lifts when u need them) I had been there long enough to skin up and say hello to many of you that I have got to know very well. Nick came over with his tongue dragging behind him. Now I had already run over the hidden rules of the scene and warned him to expect to see good looking women and men in all states of dress (or undress as the case often is) I had said don't expect to find a bird that wants a one to one relationship it just doesn't happen. Jesus Christ was I made to look like a dick head. We had been nattering to all sorts of bloody good looking friendly people, and dancing (if that's what you can call it maybe wriggling and wobbling in my case) when over came this lovely young bit of crumpet, very appealing face bubbly personality and nice tits (well come on it had to be said) I talked to her for a while when I could tell it wasn't me she was wanting to talk to it was Nick so what do I do, I intro her to him of course. Nick this is Tracey, well you should have seen the sparks fly between the two of them (it makes you sick) anyway they started to chat and I suggested that Tracey take him hand in tow and show him around (show him round Christ she showed him more than your own mother is prepared to even talk about) but I shall leave that up to them to reflect back on, never the less she is his age same interests and totally besotted with him.

Getting back to the club everyone seemed to be really giving there all on and off the dance floor, the atmosphere was pumping. One of the differences with TG's is they have varied stage acts, in the smaller room I managed to catch Sonic Bitch. Now I'm not into violins but this act was something of a difference and I found myself rather enjoying the show.

There was also a surprise visit by Marilyn Manson and Dita (I hope I've spelt her name right) who is how can I say it, an actress I think is the best way to describe it, but those that know her work know what line of work she does. I went over to Marilyn and chatted for a while and asked him what his thoughts were on the London fetish crowd and the scene. His answer was bloody great. although Pink Floyd is my favorite all-time band I have got a couple of his albums and as it turned out The Wall is his favorite album (I was not expecting that one) Robin being London fetish scenes photographer took a couple of pics of us both, (which I think you will get to see) well Robin had to shoot through early so yours truly got to take over with the camera. Now if I had known what the camera does to you people I would have been born a camera. (bunch of bloody posers aren't you) Well anyway the night was fucken brill as always keep it up all of you and don't you dare ever stop being down right sexy. And a get well soon to Sylvia who broke her arm falling from a ladder on Friday but it didn't stop her doing what she's good at, dancing and being her cheerful self. (dirty bitch, love you).

LOL hug's, kisses, tongues, fingers and fists. KIWI XXX