Not everyone has been to a fetish party. I had always wanted to go when I was younger, but I didn't think I'd feel comfortable going. I wasn't exactly sure what took place or if I'd "fit in". I don't know what I was so worried about....

This is a tale of my very first fetish party

I was 23 and seeing a guy I had met online. He was into the fetish scene and knew a lot of the people that were also into the scene in South Florida. I had told him that I wanted to go. Not only did he escort me to my very first fetish party, but he also introduced me to a few regulars to help me feel more at ease. This was not your typical South Florida fetish party..... this was an "Xtreme Players" fetish party. When you attend an "Xtreme Players" party, you have to be either a member or a guest of a member. That was the night I met Glenn. Glenn is the Owner of the Fetish Factory in South Florida. I felt very nervous and everyone I met was very nice and no one treated me like the outcast I thought I'd be.

We arrived early. Early meaning not too many people had arrived yet. The "Xtreme Player" parties were usually held in a big room at The Cheetah Hollywood location. This room was sectioned off from the rest of the main club. We were allowed access to the club ( which was good because that's where the bathrooms were ), but the patrons at the strip club were not allowed into our area. I hit the bar. Whenever I got nervous I'd hit the bar (hard) and lets face it, I'd hit the bar any chance that I got back then! As I gulped my triple Crown on the rocks at the bar, I had a nice orientation to that evenings festivities. I was asked to fill out a member profile and I did so right from Glenn's laptop.

More party people were showing up. I had never seen anything like this first hand. I was overwhelmed by all of the outfits and toys. It was AMAZING! An "Xtreme Player" party is NOT like the monthly party they put on. This was very different. Since you had to be a member and since we were well secluded from the rest of the vanilla world.... the rules were a bit different. I'll give it to you in a very general description- pretty much anything was allowed UNLESS it had to do with animals (or children, but I didn't feel that needed to be said because come on... it shouldn't have to be said). They keep it very sanitary and anything that could be hazardous was separated from the main party area. Trust me, you KNEW what was going on in those rooms. When you see a room covered in plastic like a Dexter kill room, chances are, there's gonna be fluids. Fluids of different kinds. Most of which isn't my thing, but I'm not about to judge somebody for what they like. I'm still curious about it and sometimes I like to watch to see what is going on.

That was one of the cool parts! You could just watch if you wanted to. No one was going to pressure you into doing anything. As time went on, I had consumed MANY cocktails and I knew I was getting pretty shitfaced. My nerves were pickled and I felt brave enough to engage in some public play. I don't even think I knew where my "date" was and I can honestly recall that I didn't care. I had brought a bag with my strap-on harness (that my "date" had given to me) and I was ready to whip it out and get something started. There was a young guy in nothing but a white thong. Bare with me now, I had been slamming liquid courage for a couple hours by this point, so some of the details are a bit fuzzy. Thankfully there was a photographer who captured all of this because more than a decade later I doubt I'd be able to paint the picture accurately. Apparently, I was approached by this man and asked if I would mercilessly violate his ass. You'd a thought I was still a fat kid and heard the ice cream truck with a fist full of cash!

I had the dildo in my hand ready to cram it into this guy. He was bent over a table in front of several party goers who sat on a couch enjoying some cocktails and each others company. Then I got nervous. I hadn't done much ass play at this point and I didn't know him or how he liked it. I think I screwed up the fantasy for him a little. I kept apologizing every time I drunkenly shoved this big black rubber dong into his clenched butthole. He lurched forward with every thrust and let out a cry in despair as I fumbled around getting increasingly more violent. At one point he'd had enough. He thanked me and went on his way. Presumable to find someone who was better at this than I was. I don't blame him. Try to picture a sloppy drunk Mr. Magoo in a gothic cheerleader outfit who won't admit she's wasted and should probably go home at this point or at least sit down and have some water. I still don't know where my "date" had gone to..... Still didn't care.

After that, I don't remember much. I don't remember leaving and I don't remember going home. I think I might have had sex with my "date", but who's to say. I probably did. I don't suggest you get absolutely fall down drunk at fetish parties. It's not fun for you or anyone else around you. Other party favors, I'm REALLY good with.

So, that was my very first experience with attending a fetish party. Since then I have been to MANY many more. I've met a lot of super cool people and my love for the sexually charged atmosphere has grown. I have been to several parties in different places and so far, the South Florida Fetish Factory ones have been my favorite. The energy is unmeasurable and the air is thick with pheromones. Sex just seems to ooze from every pore and it's an incredible feeling. The rest of the parties have gone much better since then. I know what to expect and the people I've met still welcome me with open arms. Is it weird to say that it's like a long awaited reunion when I get to go again?

Kinky Katie XXX