Because it got removed…
The First Sin City since the pandemic started…
We didn’t have a huge amount of time to make a meal out of getting ready, but some, and I always love that time together. I brought 5 outfits to Misty’s attic getaway space. The plan was get the face and hair ready and then decide what would be the outfit de nuit would be.
Misty made us a couple of iced teas with malibu rum (delicious, and a burning man staple) and we put on our “Sexy Get Ready” playlist (with some now newly added songs – thank you @drcouts!! I always love new and shared music – it’s a love language.) – the playlist includes everything from sensual to completely and utterly obnoxious. And for those who are curious you can check it out here:
I was ready earlier than Misty (which has been known to happen), so I hung out with her in the bathroom and surfed tumblr and posted a couple selfies using her camera (it’s so much better than mine, I really need a new phone).
We took a little video before we left (I’ll put it in another post so it doesn’t get flagged again, omg tumblr is fucking ridiculous).
Then we were off!
Vancouver has some amazing events. It feels like a sexual Mecca.
The event was at the Imperial, a converted old theatre.
When we got there we had to go to coat check, and the ladies handed us our numbers – 425/426.
“We were so close to getting 420!” Misty joked with her.
“420 went to a tall, blonde glamiazon!” she told us. Misty waggled her eyebrows at me.
“Sounds likes like your type.” she teased me.
The Imperial is a grand space. Saturday night it was filled with thumping bass and a laser light show. The far end has a stage that they take advantage of with dancers and burlesque. As you walk in there is a bar (with fetish porn projected above it) and a few play spaces set up for BDSM – a cross for flogging, spanking benches, rigs for suspending subs in ropes, and even a stockade. There are Dungeon Masters supervising to make sure only safe, sane and consensual play is happening. Closer to the dance floor there are cages featuring anyone who wants to show off what their mumma gave them, and show it off they do. High above us, along the high ceilings are statues that remind me of the terra cotta warriors, all up lit and looking slightly menacing, even as the lasers and coloured lights bounce off of them.
But it’s the people that are truly spectacular. This is what we come to see – it is an incredible fetish fashion show and people watching. Leather, latex, rubber, lace, wear whatever is an expression of your kinks, and be as scantily clad as possible. Couple that with people enjoying themselves being themselves and it’s a heady combination.
There were so many boys on leashes, it was just dreamy. I leaned in, trying to be heard over the muisc, and said in Misty’s ear that I wanted one of my own, a pet boy I could parade around. There was a cutie in a half top and jock strap that was particularly easy on the eyes. There was no shortage of sexy people to look at.
We had our picture taken at the official photo area. And once we made it to the dance floor, one of the event photographers got our attention, asking to get our photo too. I’m looking forward to seeing how they turn out!
We stopped dancing once to go get a drink. Off to the side of the bar, we saw who we both agreed must have been who the coat check lady had described. Tall, with hair in that Rococo style of piled high curls with ringlets, a white, very cinched corset, g-string with a very exposed adorable ass, and legs for days in white stay up stockings. Misty and I sipped our drinks and smiled at each other.
Imagine our surprise when the person turned and walked towards the bar an we recognized her! It was our friend Claire, a beautiful crossdresser we met at an event years ago. She recognized us too and we came together, smiling, and just being excited to see each other after so long. Not for the first time, I thought about the time lost to covid.
“I bet I know what your coat check number is.” Misty said, laughing to Claire.
She looked confused, “Really?”
“420” Misty shouted, trying to be heard over the music. Talking in a club is kind of ridiculous sometimes.
Claire pulled her ticket out of her bodice, unfolded it and her eyes went wide before she barked out laughing. “How??” and then Misty explained our coat check story.
Then we all hit the dance floor, and the three of us gave in to the music. I should note that I am not a particularly good dancer, but I love it anyway – the primal energy of moving to the beat is intoxicating to me. No booze required. We danced until they shut it down.
Afterwards we hit a pizza place that is in my old neighbourhood (I lived there when I was 23), it hasn’t changed a bit. Still the best pizza in Vancouver, in my opinion. We got a veggie pizza (with pepperoni added on my side), sat in the car, listening to music and talking.
“Favourite part of the night?” I asked her. I always ask that question.
“Hmmm… So many fabulous things. I think when that woman from that one couple came over to me and we kind of dirty danced… She got her leg between my thighs and was rubbing right up on my junk.” She said smiling and then taking another bite if pizza
“Mmmm, yeah that was pretty sexy! Too bad the guy was too aggressive and grabby. Sorry, I was not going to take that one for the team.” I said, half laughing.
“Yeah, no. That’s why I kept moving us around the dance floor, to get away from that.” She said, touching my hand sweetly.
We talked about how nice it was to see familiar faces and Claire. It was a bit of a home coming.
As we drove home, the moon (which was a half moon) was huge in the sky. I looked over at my love and admired the way the street lights moved over her as we drove. She had a content smile on her face. I decided to take a picture.
By the time we crawled into bed it was almost 5 and the sun was coming up. It had been another fun, rejuvenating night with my babydoll.
My heart feels amazing.