"When the Music's Over...
Turn Out the Lights"; but sometimes that is when the party is just getting started. The lights are out on the 2008 LA KinkBall (www.LAKinkBall.com).
After living La Vida Latex for two nights straight, I spent Monday recovering from my fetish fever. I could not even gather the strength on Sunday night to strap on my rubber trimmings and attend Masque (www.WhatIsMasque.com); please don't be too disappointed in me. I had enjoyed attending the two prior Masque Dinner and Cabaret parties. This is the first time they closed the weekend series of events with Masque. I believe it is a great idea as it gives us fetishists, party goers and sexual deviants a forum to close the weekend with blatant displays of sexual perversion and exhibitionism. That one extra night can really do you in to the point of fetish overload. It can also help you wind down and relax as if you were sipping a sexual cocktail while observing your kink filled surroundings in style.
Either way, you have capped off an incredible tour of fetish mania, because Masque is where the hardcore perv's get down and dirty while the fetish curious observe. Either side of the coin, nobody seems to be very shy about it. Who can blame anyone for feeling the need by night three? The stimulus provided from the previous two nights might challenge anyone to deny themselves acting on their impulses. I know if I go to long without feeding my fetish frenzied mind with some real kink inspired action, I can get a little wired. I personally felt very teased and stimulated by attending the two previous evening's parties.
FADE to BLACK on Friday night, the weekend opener, was very low key and mellow. Just the way I like it. Good atmosphere and music, but much more laid back. You could actually talk to people without trying to yell in their ear over the music. It is a great way to meet and greet many of the performers, fetish models, hosts, industry types, old friends and potential new ones.
Here is a picture of me after I got ready with my good friend Christine Kessler (www.MyFetishDiary.com) and a picture of us at the event on Friday night:
Now some of my true fans may realize that this is not my trademark "Rubber Dynasty" catsuit. If you look close, you can see the black does not match my hood very well and suddenly I have some very cool built in breast cups. I was actually getting ready on Friday night and my beautifully polished finger nails started a tear in the seem of my Syren catsuit. I was in that instant panic of "my latex just fucking ripped" SHOCK syndrome when Steen said to take a chill pill. With only moments to spare, she whipped out this wonderful catsuit that you see me wearing here. Talk about making sure you have a spare rubber outfit, I easily could have been wearing a spare rubber tire from my car if it were not for Steen. Thanks, Babe! I ended up really liking it and Steen gave me the go ahead to take it off her hands permanently (sweet!) but now I am forever in her debt (Uh-0h!). I still need to send the damaged Syren suit out for repair as the black is such an opaque, true black and must live on to fight another day along with my favorite "signature" hood! Enough talk about wardrobe malfunctions.
The actual Kink Ball on Saturday night speaks for itself. That is the big party night with amazing displays, shows, live music and a masterful DJ. The dress code is strictly enforced so you are surrounded by so much fetish code that visually it can be a bit bizarre to process and equate. Imagine you just walked from the parking lot on Sunset, crossing the street to get to the Key Club where the Kink party was being held. You are dressed in rubber from head to toe (as I was). There are hundreds of "normal" people in cars and on the street looking at you... either smiling with amusement, hollering comments or worse. You are cast as somewhat of a public clown for the moment. Admittedly, I do enjoy the shock value and attention when the unaware have to lay witness to our kind. Anyways, in an instant you transition from public ridicule to entering what might seem like Fetish World, the adult version of Disneyland.
Suddenly it is as if we, the fetish privleged, are the normal people. Everybody inside seems to be just like you for a change. The only people who might seem odd are plain clothed security types or event coordinators dressed in street clothes. I can only imagine what they are thinking. They probably think we are some really freaky perverts. If so, I would say thank you for the compliment!
Here are a few gems from Saturday's event. I headed to the party with good friends Utawna (on my right) and RubberGal (www.RubberGal.com). Since the theme for the evening was medical fetish, I wore this all new red ensemble I had recently put together. Is it just me or is this red rubber nurse attire just smokin' ass hot? I just love it!
As a side note, you can look forward to some picture galleries and video of Utawna very soon. As my new pet project and slave, she will be under RD's dominant thumb in the very near future. I have plans to shoot with her later this week. She really went crazy inside the event with drinking and dancing the entire night away. She is a wild one so I caged her for a period of time in an effort to keep her under close observation and control. That was little help in decreasing the attention she was getting from the crowd as she gyrated and jumped inside the cage. She even climbed up, heels tossed aside and swung from the bars like a professional fetish monkey. Of course, with a body like that, no one seemed to mind.
Here are pictures from before, during and after Saturday night. Oh yeah, I just HAD to throw in a picture of Athena from the weekend of festivities. She is one of the many super sexy female models that were there to pleasure your eyes with.
It was yet another great weekend of partying and debauchery with tons of fetish flavor. I for one am exhausted while still chomping at my bit for the next big event. San Francisco Fetish Ball, here I come!
XOXO
Gwen
SPECIAL THANKS:
to Jody Cortes for a great pic of me giving some love to Christine Kessler.
to Robert Fluty for inviting me to Kink Ball Weekend.
to Eros Artist for supplying great pics and coverage of the events.
For more photos of the LA Kink Ball visit ( www.erosartist.com ).
After living La Vida Latex for two nights straight, I spent Monday recovering from my fetish fever. I could not even gather the strength on Sunday night to strap on my rubber trimmings and attend Masque (www.WhatIsMasque.com); please don't be too disappointed in me. I had enjoyed attending the two prior Masque Dinner and Cabaret parties. This is the first time they closed the weekend series of events with Masque. I believe it is a great idea as it gives us fetishists, party goers and sexual deviants a forum to close the weekend with blatant displays of sexual perversion and exhibitionism. That one extra night can really do you in to the point of fetish overload. It can also help you wind down and relax as if you were sipping a sexual cocktail while observing your kink filled surroundings in style.
Either way, you have capped off an incredible tour of fetish mania, because Masque is where the hardcore perv's get down and dirty while the fetish curious observe. Either side of the coin, nobody seems to be very shy about it. Who can blame anyone for feeling the need by night three? The stimulus provided from the previous two nights might challenge anyone to deny themselves acting on their impulses. I know if I go to long without feeding my fetish frenzied mind with some real kink inspired action, I can get a little wired. I personally felt very teased and stimulated by attending the two previous evening's parties.
FADE to BLACK on Friday night, the weekend opener, was very low key and mellow. Just the way I like it. Good atmosphere and music, but much more laid back. You could actually talk to people without trying to yell in their ear over the music. It is a great way to meet and greet many of the performers, fetish models, hosts, industry types, old friends and potential new ones.
Here is a picture of me after I got ready with my good friend Christine Kessler (www.MyFetishDiary.com) and a picture of us at the event on Friday night:
Now some of my true fans may realize that this is not my trademark "Rubber Dynasty" catsuit. If you look close, you can see the black does not match my hood very well and suddenly I have some very cool built in breast cups. I was actually getting ready on Friday night and my beautifully polished finger nails started a tear in the seem of my Syren catsuit. I was in that instant panic of "my latex just fucking ripped" SHOCK syndrome when Steen said to take a chill pill. With only moments to spare, she whipped out this wonderful catsuit that you see me wearing here. Talk about making sure you have a spare rubber outfit, I easily could have been wearing a spare rubber tire from my car if it were not for Steen. Thanks, Babe! I ended up really liking it and Steen gave me the go ahead to take it off her hands permanently (sweet!) but now I am forever in her debt (Uh-0h!). I still need to send the damaged Syren suit out for repair as the black is such an opaque, true black and must live on to fight another day along with my favorite "signature" hood! Enough talk about wardrobe malfunctions.
The actual Kink Ball on Saturday night speaks for itself. That is the big party night with amazing displays, shows, live music and a masterful DJ. The dress code is strictly enforced so you are surrounded by so much fetish code that visually it can be a bit bizarre to process and equate. Imagine you just walked from the parking lot on Sunset, crossing the street to get to the Key Club where the Kink party was being held. You are dressed in rubber from head to toe (as I was). There are hundreds of "normal" people in cars and on the street looking at you... either smiling with amusement, hollering comments or worse. You are cast as somewhat of a public clown for the moment. Admittedly, I do enjoy the shock value and attention when the unaware have to lay witness to our kind. Anyways, in an instant you transition from public ridicule to entering what might seem like Fetish World, the adult version of Disneyland.
Suddenly it is as if we, the fetish privleged, are the normal people. Everybody inside seems to be just like you for a change. The only people who might seem odd are plain clothed security types or event coordinators dressed in street clothes. I can only imagine what they are thinking. They probably think we are some really freaky perverts. If so, I would say thank you for the compliment!
Here are a few gems from Saturday's event. I headed to the party with good friends Utawna (on my right) and RubberGal (www.RubberGal.com). Since the theme for the evening was medical fetish, I wore this all new red ensemble I had recently put together. Is it just me or is this red rubber nurse attire just smokin' ass hot? I just love it!
As a side note, you can look forward to some picture galleries and video of Utawna very soon. As my new pet project and slave, she will be under RD's dominant thumb in the very near future. I have plans to shoot with her later this week. She really went crazy inside the event with drinking and dancing the entire night away. She is a wild one so I caged her for a period of time in an effort to keep her under close observation and control. That was little help in decreasing the attention she was getting from the crowd as she gyrated and jumped inside the cage. She even climbed up, heels tossed aside and swung from the bars like a professional fetish monkey. Of course, with a body like that, no one seemed to mind.
Here are pictures from before, during and after Saturday night. Oh yeah, I just HAD to throw in a picture of Athena from the weekend of festivities. She is one of the many super sexy female models that were there to pleasure your eyes with.
It was yet another great weekend of partying and debauchery with tons of fetish flavor. I for one am exhausted while still chomping at my bit for the next big event. San Francisco Fetish Ball, here I come!
XOXO
Gwen
SPECIAL THANKS:
to Jody Cortes for a great pic of me giving some love to Christine Kessler.
to Robert Fluty for inviting me to Kink Ball Weekend.
to Eros Artist for supplying great pics and coverage of the events.
For more photos of the LA Kink Ball visit ( www.erosartist.com ).
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