EvilGeoff
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Hi slaverosebeauty,
I really can't address any of your concerns because I've never been involved in any of the clubs in Southern California. I can't speak about the atmosphere, the rules, the crowds, the play. I can only share my own experiences, and those have been across the country in the Southeast. What follows I originally wrote and posted on Literotica, sharing my first time visit to a dungeon. The names of everyone used are the names they use in the BDSM community, either a scene name, a screen nick, or in a few cases, their real names when they are public personalities well known in the area... No one is being "outted" by this recollection.
The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel (http://www.thesanctuary.net) was a play space located in Atlanta, Georgia, run by a Leather family - Master Doug Harris, his slave, boy bob, and the many other members of the family both Dominant and submissive. The Sanctuary closed it's doors in 2003, a year after boy bob's untimely passing. The space is gone, but loving memories, like this one, remain...
It was April, 1998, and I was meeting people who really did this stuff for the first time. Folks from all over were meeting in Atlanta, and we were going to The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel. I didn't know anything about it except I was told that it was a "dungeon" where we could do SM play. The night before I had some hands on teaching of how to do fireplay and I was terrified, and excited, and apprehensive, and was wondering what I was getting myself into.
We arrived at this small, non-descript, red brick building a block off of one of Atlanta's main thru streets. From the outside, I was not impressed. A small sign, about 3 feet x 4 feet with "The Sanctuary" in rather gothic script... glass door with a Leather Pride Flag sticker on it and a Visa and Master Card stickers... Parking on the street? Wow this place was tiny!
But I screwed up my courage and walked in the door. I was greeted by a gay boy with a shaved head, wearing cut off jeans and white t-shirt, polished black boots with white socks rolled down over the top couple of eyes on the boots. He had a heavy chain padlocked around his neck proclaiming to the world he was owned. Even I, a relative newcomer to the Scene, could tell that much. He was friendly, had me sign a waiver, and took me inside. As we walked through the lobby I saw photos of leather luminaries (though I had no clue who they were at that time), a wall display of toys; whips, floggers, paddles, restraints... things I could buy if I didn't have toys of my own.
And I was literally struck by a feeling that I had come HOME. I was where I belonged. Here was a place that I could, at long last, be 100% ME. The boy, charles, walked on and opened the door, "This way, if you please, Sir." And I could hear the capitalized "S" in Sir... OMG. He showed me the bathroom (complete with shower), the locker room for storing gear or changing clothes... then we walked in to the main dungeon. Elevated jail cell to the far right with dog kennels built under the cell's floor. St. Andrews crosses going down the wall, a throne between them, a doorway to another room where I could see some kind of sling suspended from the ceiling, there was a bondage table along the far wall, a ladder-back bondage chair in the far left corner, then a rolling case that was easily 10 feet tall, filled with Master Doug's personal toys, then a shoe shine stand... OMG.
It was overwhelming. There was a gal there, her Scene name was belle. Big she was, almost 6 feet tall, beautiful eyes, long red hair, and we started talking as charles finished showing me around. The Medical Room, the Library, the Suspension Room, the Red Room (with a queen size, leather covered sleigh bed that I would use many times in the future, though not on this trip)... I had died and gone to my BDSM heaven. I don't remember what I talked to belle about, but the next thing I knew, she was stripping her top off for me.
Fire? Ohh, fire! She wanted to do the fire play I had talked about! I looked around, wondering who she was asking to light her on fire... ME? ! ? She was asking ME to do it! I stutter out a protest... But, but, but I've never done it to anyone before. I'm a nobody. I've only done the devil's fire to myself before! I've never even taken a flogger to anyone! I'm so wet behind the ears I have to keep a towel around my neck!
belle was having none of it. I know I don't have this memorized exactly but her words playback in my mind along these lines. "I trust you, Sir. When we've spoken on line, you never lied to me about your experience or lack of it. You've never been disrespectful to the subs or slaves, you've asked questions that were intelligent. You aren't a braggart or an ass. In short, what you lack in experience, Sir, you make up for in character. You have to start with someone, I'd be honored if it was me."
In spite of my terror, I agreed to the scene. We went to the bondage table and I had her lie down. I remember touching her along her shoulders, rubbing my hands up and down her arms, asking where she would be comfortable with my playing with her... "Anywhere, Sir" she whispered. I got a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a shallow bowl... a dampened rag... a bottle of aloe vera gel... a lit candle... another Sanctuary boy brought in a fire extinguisher and quietly set it beside the bondage table, then quietly withdrew. The first time I saw boy bob, and it was typical of him, doing what needed doing without being asked, without saying a word... *smiles in fond memory*
I had everything I needed... I dipped my own hand in the alcohol and rubbed it along belle's forearm. I dipped my fingers in the alcohol again and ran my fingers through the candleflame. WHOOSH! and I brough my hand down to the alcohol on belle's forearm and it lit up and danced along her skin... a sharp inhalation, and then the damp rag was wiping flames from my fingers and her arm... OMG! I had set her on fire! I had really, really done it! And there was a sparkle in her eye, a quiet smile on her lips... And I did it again! And again!
Then I dripped a little of the alcohol on her breast, again that sharp intake of breath, she knew what I wanted... I whispered "are you ready for this?" and she whimpered out a barely audible "yes, Sir". Fire danced on my fingers again and I lit the alcohol on her breast and she gasped, her eyes unable to leave the flames as they danced on her and the cool damp rag put out the flames. Again, this time the other breast... and again, this time a nipple, and yet again. There was the unmistakeable odor of singed hair in the air but there was something else as well. The smell of her sex was filling the air. She was getting HOT! from this! I did it one more time, this time lighting a trail from between her breasts down her belly towards the top of her panties... belle wiggled and squirmed and I could feel the effort as she bit down a scream, but the rag was already putting the fire out.
We played with the fire for a while and I saw the redness in her skin coming up. It was time to bring things to a close. My own fingers were even brighter red, a rawness from the flames I was using to ignite her. I rubbed aloe into my hand, then I held it my palms, rubbing it, heating it towards body temperature, and I slowly, gently rubbed the aloe into belle's skin.
I looked up, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings again. And noticed for the first time the audience that had gathered while we played. Whispered comments and pats on the back... "Awesome!" "Great scene!" "That was amazing!" I helped belle up and hugged her close. She was so totally comfortable and relaxed with the audience, with me, with the aftermath of the scene. "Thank you." she whispered in my ear. "I've never done that with anyone before." "Neither have I!" I replied and hugged her tight again. "Thank you!"
I will never, ever, forget my first time at The Sanctuary. It was, quite literally, a life changing experience. I had come Home. I felt, for the first time in my life, like I was complete, that I belonged. Vanilla life was no longer an option for me. Period. There would be no going back. And there wasn't.
God, how I miss that place. And I'm forever grateful that I had that special place in my life for a time. Thank you Master Doug, boy bob, charles, Pamm, John, teri, Beeker, wendy and all the Sanctuary Family for the years of joy you brought to me and to so many others in the Leather and BDSM communities. Gay, straight, lesbian, Top, bottom, it didn't matter. You taught us that Leather transcends those limitations or orientations. We are ALL family, each and every single kinky one of us. And I'll never be alone again because of you. I have family. Even if they don't know we're kin. Yet! *grin* I can't say your experience will be similar. I can't say that it will change your life. But you'll never know until you take those steps, walk through the door, and be there. YIK,- Geoff
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(lol) In reality not one person or couple has not 'played' in some degree even through they swore beforehand that they were only there to check out the place. It gets very comfortable very quickly. 
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