My First Time at a BDSM Club
Or, how not to visit a BDSM club
The first time I went to a play party was a hoot and I can’t help but laugh out loud each time I think back at that rainy fall night three years ago. It wasn’t bad per se — in fact, I had a ton of fun—but I definitely broke almost every rule in the book. Thankfully, no one got hurt, and, being a fairly street-smart cookie, I picked up the clues, adjusted my behavior, and have come back stronger (and saner) multiple times since.
Tess Dagger recently posted a very informative piece for anyone contemplating their first visit to such a club, and jeez, should I have read this some years back. But, hey, mistakes are sometimes the best opportunities to learn, so perhaps you can learn a thing or two from mine.
Without further ado:
How not to visit a BDSM club
I was barely two months into exploring kink and still wet behind the ears the first time I decided it was time to check out my first play party. I was seeing an experienced dominant who had inaugurated me into the world of private play, but he wasn’t much of a social butterfly and preferred to keep things private. I, on the other hand, was dying to explore the scene outside of our little bubble.
