Fetish Night – Power Exchange

After a lovely day at the pool and a few hours in between, we arrived at the suite for the start of Fetish Night.

Ca…..thump!!!

The place was dead! We weren’t as late as usual, but there were about 20 people there and no noise, no buzz… dead!

I was a little surprised and disappointed, since I expected this night to be kinky and fun, and for some reason the energy had gone. But, maybe people were just readjusting from relaxation mode into kinky night-mode. The party gathered steam as the minutes passed and more people arrived, and we were just about ready to mosey off to Power Exchange.

But first, pictures had to be taken and outfits had to be discussed. Have a look at a few:

My sweetie and I got a bit of a primer of domination and submission etiquette and rules from some of the enthusiasts. Apparently, we both should not have come wearing collars, which apparently indicate that we are someone’s sub. This faux-pas was obviously forgiven, and we were so taken with our lovely collars that we dared not remove either one.

After a few episodes of playful flogging, verbal domination and so on, we were out the door. Most of the girls went in cabs or a limousine, but we took our car. The place was not easy to find, even with directions, but evidently we did better than the limo driver, who ought to have known better.

Power Exchange had quite a reputation in San Francisco, where it used to be. I couldn’t bring myself to go there after some of the stories I’d heard. In Las Vegas, they have a new life, though there have been some news stories questioning how they manage to circumvent the laws that would seem to prevent them from operating. But that’s another story.

The place is trans friendly to the point of letting us in for free. There are themed rooms on two – or was it three – levels, and a couple of balconies to get some air. They had a stripper pole to try out, and a 50s-themed bar room, lit entirely in red with a charming Irish gal behind the counter, who we learned had appeared in Trantasia as well as many Las Vegas clubs in her performing past.

One of the gals brought along a vacuum bag for sensory deprivation. A person climbs in, gets zipped up, with only a tube in their mouth poking through for air, and then the bag is suctioned out of all its air. Once the person is vacuum-sealed, people on the outside play with them. I confess to wondering what it might be like, but I never got the chance to get inside.

My one big coup for the night is the picture you see below on the right. My friend G wore a Madonna “Like-a-Virgin” Wedding Dress and it lit up beautifully in the black light. I had to get a shot, but pics aren’t supposed to be taken, so I really had to hide the camera as I took this shot. I only got one shot at it, but it came out beautifully! We both were so happy!

Other than that, and my go at the stripper pole, the entire experience was a bit lame. After a little while, most of the group ended up on one of the balconies sitting and talking, so we took the opportunity to get out of there and get some sleep.

Except that I was hungry, so we had to stop at the Hard Rock Café for some grub…

And then back to the room, to bed.

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