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As long ago promised, this is the story of our most recent night at the bdsm club.

I considered having Amy wear just her new vintage slip, but decided to go with her red dress, because we wanted to use the slip as part of a complete look, and we didn’t have that ready yet.

Amy looked great, as always, and we wandered about with a little more familiarity wih the rooms and what was likely to be going on in them. We didn’t see any furries at the club this time, but a fair number of cross dressers, and the requisite Dommes, slaves and others.One of the first things we noticed was a blonde woman in a suspended cage much like the one below.

fc57, originally uploaded by inferior_whitepetgirl.

The cage in the club had a much narrower base, which forced the occupant to bend over, as there was no room to kneel, exposing her ass. The cage swung on a chain, and ran along a girder, and her owner spun her and ran her back and forth in what seemed to be a disorienting fashion. It looked like a great way to display your property, and I made note of it. Not good for anyone prone to motion sickness, but there could be no pretense of modesty or keeping covered in such a cage, given the proper clothing, or lack thereof.The big highlight of the evening, as far as entertainment went, would have been Reverend Death and Lady Ladislava, a pyrotechnic act.They were awesome, as he used a couple of burning torchy type things to play with all over her body, and then did a bit as well with different other people there. I think that is her in the background of this pic of him, with his torchy sticks.

He did some firebreathing, or exhaling anyway, with great bursts of flaming soaring up to the ceiling. Lottsa heat pouring out. He did some fire eating, and a lot of very impressive fire routines. I tried to find a link to a site where you could book him for an event, so I could post it here, but without any luck.

We watched some dancing as well, with a wonderful gay dancer that made me think of the character Dean Stockwell played in “Blue Velvet.” He was great to watch. Plus, they had a lot of women in lingerie this week, and a cute bi-sexual/lesbian type couple of young women were dancing in front of us, one of them constantly tugging her errant dress hem back down in a hopeless attempt to keep the entire room from noting that she had gone without panties for the evening.But the most fun just happened to be playing with Amy as we sat watching. While she’s usually eager to dance, not so this week, so we sat out.She wore the red dress, as I mentioned, and the skirt part is wonderfully split, so there is easy access to a lot of bare leg.

I pulled her legs on to my lap, and just had fun stroking her legs and playing with her, while watching the DJ spin and the others dance.We haven’t gone back since, and there’s not much reason to, unless we start using the equipment ourselves. While it’s fun to watch stuff, watching gets old too fast, and I want to start doing something. Amy and I aren’t looking to do public play at the moment, so I expect we’ll check it out from time to time, but we won’t be regulars, not yet anyway.