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ResidentSadist -> RE: Favorite Public Playspace? (6/22/2013 2:39:41 PM)
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I like playing in public. Naw, that's bullshit . . . I LOVE playing in public and I have done my fair share of it. If you are my slave and we go to a party or event, you will be one of the first ones nude and screaming. I have always felt it was my duty to help get the party started!!!
Public Play in General
I was underage when I saw my first heavy public S&M scene. I saw a vicious leathermen Top do a scrotum inflation & humiliation scene on a cross in a leather bar. I watched his boy get brutally tied to a cross . . . there was none of that airy fairy Shibari shit . . . this was a masterful top with the help of friend tossing some meat up on the cross like cowboys taking down and tying up a steer. Then the Top pulled out a shiny metal tube the size of a small drinking straw, cut a slit in the boy's nut sack and inflated it. I thought, where can I get one of those?
That scene was something I didn’t expect and it exceeded my expectations for a public bar. Previously I had only been privy to slap & tickle leather fantasy role play by a cougar that was editor/owner of a swinger's magazine. That leather bar advertised in her magazine, which is why she was allowed to bring her underage trophy (me) into the club in the first place.
So there we are watching the bleeding boy on the cross get humiliated for being a whore and liking the attention and torture . . . . then the Top invites the friends in the audience to blow the boy and humiliates him for getting erect in some stranger's mouth. The boy was blindfolded and the Top was telling him everyone can see his shame and asking him if he knew who's mouth was on him? The boy was instructed not to make a mess in the stranger's mouth and when he was obviously struggling against his orgasm, the Top would cut the boy and beat him roughly, slapping his face with gloved hand or punching him until he went limp. That scene was sexy and hot as hell. It went from blowing him & orgasm denial to torture and punishing him for getting hard again . . . while the guys who blew him jerked off and squirted on his legs. His screams filled the air and the conflict of torture and teasing got my cock so hard, my girl noticed it and put her mouth on me. The few people that did noticed her head in my crotch smiled and gave me the thumbs up . . . I could smell blood and cum while I heard him screaming as I came down her throat.
So that was my first exposure to public BDSM play. I loved it. I wanted one of those metal needles, I wanting to learn that Top's skills and above all . . . I wanted to see more public play and do public play. I wanted more of everything! That was somewhere around late 1969 early 1970. I have been playing in leather bars and clubs since 1971. I was from Detroit but could afford to travel in my youth so I would hangout in NYC and Chicago. I had to hire a taxi or limo to get around because I was too young to drive, but overcoming hell and high water, I was on the scene in several states. Which makes for a long list of places I liked if we go all the way back to "anytime after the invention of fire". But I'll start with one of my favorite 'good energy' spots, run by that perverted old bear Lenny.
Lenny's Hellfire in NYC
That place was a blast. The second location was a real hoot. Spray cleaner, lube and paper towels were everywhere and there was BDSM porn on every TV screen. It really sets the mood you have to step around the exhibitionist wanking it in the entrance way just to get in. There are a few regulars that stay even though different nights favor different flavors of the pansexual cornucopia. Like in the back by the bathrooms, the stereotypical 'working girl' drag queen is sucking her way through customers to pay for a medical expenses.
Throughout the club there are different scenes in roped off play areas while the wankers and voyeurs crowd the ropes watching. That's the thing I loved most about that club. The thing that really made it worth scraping someone else's jizz off the seat so you could sit down was the wankers and whip play. Allow me to explain.
Yes, the whip play. Like the sunrise, you could pretty much count on the crowd with their dicks in their hand standing behind you . . . someone will lean in when the scene gets really hot. If you are really good and keep a clear image of the crowd placement in your mind after you turn away and attend to your scene, you can single out which ones are breaking the rules and over the rope line. Then nail them with the back stroke of your whip. :) Nothing beats the feeling of a backhanded bulls eye when you nail a wanker dead on the cock with your bullwhip because they are violating your play space. I think the regulars get to know you and let the tourists that don't know better stand in the front. You gotta' change whips but it's worth the price.
Where else on Earth can you go beat your slave in front of an audience, fuck them, cum in her (or him) and get away with whipping total stranger's cocks in the audience? Leaving some victim writhing on the scummy jizz coated floor while regulars shoot their own loads at them laughing is a priceless feeling. That shit is solid gold entertainment I tell ya' . . . a stroke for the slave, one for the wanker creeping up behind in the audience, another stroke for the slave . . . a tourist or two on the floor writhing in pain while you step up and fuck your slave. That there is BDSM and sex with the ones you love, sadistic cruelty to deserving strangers and raw comedy all rolled into one. Best fucking club on Earth.
Lenny Waller
Lenny Waller, RIP Mar 20, 2011.
His exploits as a sexual freedom activist echoed all the way to Detroit where it caught my ear in my teens. I traveled to NYC and met Lenny at his club. I remember our conversations fondly because he had influence me in my youth. He was among the first handful of lifestyle people I crossed paths with. He was an awesome guy with a classic leather personality. Oh, I wasn't his friend, he didn't have my phone number or anything. But he had a pure leather heart and lived the code . . . I was an underaged snot nosed teen newbee with fake ID from Detroit in NYC, but he talked to me eye to eye, with sincerity sharing his stories, experience and occasional advice.
Lenny was a cornerstone of the leather community and what he did in NYC sent ripples outward that affected the world of leather. He is to be counted among our forefathers because the contributions to the pansexual lifestyle and laws he fought in NYC set precedence around the world. Whether you know it or not, Lenny probably has affected your leather life in some way.
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ORIGINAL: SimplyMichael
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Past or present?
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Has to be a public one...
DMs yes/no?
Sex yes/no?
What do you love and what do you hate, if anything and of course a bit of wank is encouraged.
Anytime after the invention of fire...
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