I was invited to attend the opening of Subversion and the talk was electrifying. How could an evening of such excitement be ignored, it couldn’t. I had been feeling low for some time however with continued support from close friends it was about time I bucked my life up and sorted my personal feelings out. What better way than to get back in the swing of what I enjoy most, go and beat the fuck out of a willing sub that loves nothing more than someone with a frustration level of Mt Everest.
I was accompanied by Karen who had been set up by lady that is very smart in knowing what people need or better still bringing the right people together. Not knowing what I wanted to do till the last minute we headed towards London Bridge, under the arches of the railway was Subversion with plenty of parking close by we made our way inside. Instantly I was made welcome, with very accommodating door whores and staff of the event. I could straight away tell things had been organised very professionally but at the same time friendly and close family orientated. Mistress Absolute gave me the run down and layout of the venue assuring me if any problems at all just shout out.

I rolled into the downstairs environment with Karen behind me, there I found the music with DJ`s loving the crowds involvement, dancing without a care in the world. All the walls had been lined and the lighting was subdued enough to give some dark enough corners to hide in, or so I thought but its disorientating when u think your in the dark as u cant see out to well with flashing lights in your face but when your behind the lights people can see you ever so easy. I sent Karen off to survey the other areas while I sat back in a corner getting my bearings.

What was with everyone tonight as everyone seem to be in such good spirits and I was pleasantly surprised with the concerns of so many asking me how I was and don’t be scared to visit or talk if ever I needed someone. Everyone I chatted to showed more than the usual time to sit beside me and indulge in conversation. On Kerens return she explained what was going on and where everything was, but you never really get the full picture until you see it for yourself. Now when she said there were a lot of people in the other area I got the impression there were some but nothing like what I found out later. So many said to me if I need a helping hand up the stairs they would be more than willing, But I always feel like I am imposing and I imagined a lot of stairs, how wrong I was.

So in recruiting a couple of healthy slaves I made my way through to what I found tobe the main area. Up 3 steps and then down 6 more, but before I went down I couldn’t do so without taking in the view. The sea of bodies stretched for what seamed eternity, so much to take in I could have watched from my advantage point all night. Everywhere you looked there was action and play just thrusting into view. To count the amount of equipment in the room or maybe that should be hall, I would have had to not only use my fingers but also my toes twice over and yet not at any point was any piece not being used. You name it there was a piece of equipment to accommodate.

During the night not only the staff and helpers for the venue but also the clubbers were very proud to be a part of such an outstanding event. Everyone had smiles or was beaming with joy weather they had been dancing, drinking or getting seven kinds of shit beaten out of them. Everywhere you looked there was pleasure being administered.

The right time came for me to let out the frustration that had been building up inside me. I have only a trusted few that I feel confident to let out such feelings, and I can tell you I let it all out. After doing a few demonstrations on a couple young ladies that expressed there willingness to have me flex and warm up as they had seen me before on my now departed slave1 that has gone on to pastures new as I am not able to give her what she desires, knowing I am not in favour of drugs or whipping someone not in control of there state of mind. I placed a long time slave (not one of my slaves I must add) up on a cross and started a session that had me sweating from every pour on my body. I whipped, I slapped, I Flogged with nine tails, paddles and crops, then I pulled out the smallest tool I have being a pin hammer and preceded to leave my mark. On one rear end cheek I marked a spot with an X and on the other an O, all over the shoulders I stuck the pins in drawing blood till in all three areas it was dripping with inviting rivers of red fluid.

Afterwards I rested with little John who has been a very close friend and recently been in contact with my sub7. Little was I to know this conversation was going to prove to be one of the most important points of the evening as she is to move in with me and take her rightful place once again. Afterwards I was pleasantly presented a glass of champagne from the events organisers and toasted in the success of the opening night of Subversion, I also celebrated in my own way for the first time in a fetish club I stood up on my own two feet using a pair of leg callipers and it was at this time I noticed how much people know me for being in a chair, so many friends didn’t realise it was me as I was standing and I found that rather disorientating.

I had so much fun and let out so much frustration I felt I did not need to stay till the end of the evening. On my departure I was invited back to a friends place and thought the night deserved a finalisation and so Karen & I went and had a little different kind of fun.