Arriving a bit early, I temporarily panicked when I saw people not of the Fetishworld exiting El Cid. Did I have the wrong venue? wrong date? Or were they just really uninspired for the evening? However, I was correct and hence the universe did not come to a screeching halt. The diners were leaving their evening and inquired about the event about to take place. They said I looked absolutely beautiful.
I felt supremely elegant in a black latex gown by Inner Sanctum. The latex made good sexy swishing sounds as I walked. Standing in the garden, a Beautiful Lady offered me a lube up. Who am I to argue? There's something delightful erotic about being touched through latex, a shiny second skin.
In a couple of hours we were finally seated. I enjoyed the show and smelling other people's food, but myself and surrounding companions were not served. After midnight and several rounds of jack and coke, I lost track of where my food was, where the evening was going and what the fuck I was going to write about in my blog.
I finally quipped, I'm *only* a Dominatrix. Why would I expect any food at a dinner show?
We finally received our appetizers. It was supposed to be seared tuna. Instead we received tuna-sicles. My companions and I were reduced to hysterical laughter. We were tired, hungry and shit-faced. Why didn't we start a food fight? Er, a sploshing fest?
When my date inquired about our appetizers, the waitress responded, We have to make food for all these people.
All Points Bulletin.
It's not really the SERVERS fault. The kitchen is clearly too small to support the amount of diners present.
The performers were amazing. It's been awhile since I have since Sir Poppycock, but he is always such a dashing delight, even if he did not sing my favorite tune, The Last Unicorn. A truly elegant performer and MC. I always enjoy the talents of Bound Lotus, regulars in the fetish club scene and I was introduced to Karis, the Mystical Hooper from La Lucha Vavoom, an event I unfortunately missed this week. For some reason, I have always missed Goddess Soma's performances, so I was delighted in seeing her perform a FemDomme number with the Mistresses Olive and Eva.
The highlight of my evening was spotting a rare pair of Fluevog Grand Nationals. This, to a fetishist, is like a seeing a rare bird in the wild. There's sort of a beautiful moment in the fetish wild when you see a truly unique and or rare piece. People come up to you, sometimes with tears in their eyes and inquire if this is a Real McCoy. I never thought I would see a pair, live. I always thought I would encounter them in a museum, stuffed, beneath glass. So I was quite pleased to see them in their natural habitat. I approached the wearer, gingerly, and asked, Are those a pair of Fluevog Grand Nationals? She replied, Yes, and that she basically sold her soul for them. She added that they were the first run. I asked if I could touch them. She consented. It was one of the few occasions I can be seen in public kneeling. I gave them a good pat.
I attended the play party which was enjoyable, but the proceeding events were so wretched, I was not of mind to play. I enjoyed torturing my boy toy digging My heels deeply into his back while I chatted with other guests.
All in all, there were many splendid moments in the evening, but others were pure torture. And I like to be the one giving torture, not the one receiving it.
