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SINLESS 15: Uniforms Rule

2010-09-18T10:34:00.010+02:00

One word: Wow.

This was a perfect party.

I must admit, at the beginning I had doubts. This was my first party without VinyLily. And while I had great confidence in Honeyhair, I was simply expecting the problems, mistakes and general fuckup's that happen when a changeover like this takes place.

Let me start at the beginning: We had a lot to do. Honey and I have been working on this party for a long time and we really wanted it to be a special one. We were considering bringing in other people to help with the shows, but then we decided it would be best to deliver a full night of Honey-and-Rev entertainment for all. So that's exactly what we did. But we had two major tasks to accomplish: Firstly, we had to bid farewell to VinyLily. Secondly, we had to celebrate the theme of uniforms.

People were asking all night "where is Lily?" or "why are you here?" It seems many people thought that VinyLily would be at this party. Sadly, she could not come as plans changed and she left earlier than expected. She was heart-broken over this but some things can't be changed. Many people also seemed to think that I was going with her. I am not sure how anyone understood this from the messages and announcements I created. But to be fair, it can be difficult for many people here to understand how two paths can separate like this. Many would say it's not normal. But then again, what is "normal?" If you are reading this blog, then you are probably not normal either.

So, a farewell to VinyLily: Let me tell you, people - I had not seen a dress rehearsal of this show before the party. So when Honey put on the full VinyLily costume, it got kinda creepy. It was Lily, but not Lily. It was actually as if someone took Lily and put her on the rack and stretched her out. A long version of Lily. I had a moment backstage when reality twisted a bit, but that's been happening a lot to me lately with so many crazy changes, so it didn't phase me too much. That, and I didn't have time to really focus on it. The show must go on, after all. So up we went. I really don't know how many people got "the joke." Many people there knew VinyLily, but I had many new guests too. I can't even begin to imagine what they were thinking.

The show starts with black rose...

We bid VinyLily farewell and welcomed Honeyhair to the Sinless family. I will officially say once again: She is amazing, beautiful, detailed, organized and brilliant. She is an amazing assistant... and much better to look at than me. So I am super happy that she is at my side.

Sinless continues on...

We thought of so many possible shows for this uniform night. Really, if you think about it, the possibilities are endless. We could have done a nurse and doctor, a priest and nun, a police officer and a criminal... really endless. But I have these clothes that were left to me by my grandfather. They are his official army clothes from his time in service in the American army in World War II. He was stationed in Germany and moved through to the Czech border. Im betting that he never thought these things of his would return to Europe and continue his journey. Im also betting he never thought they would debut themselves on a fetish stage. My grandfather was a very special man to me and loved him very much. He would probably be extremely shocked by what I am doing. But in some way, I also believe he would get a good chuckle out if. He was a very strong and powerful man who ruled his world absolutely. He appreciated good jokes, strong men and even stronger cigarettes. I like to think that seeing me have a smoke and beer and paddle pretty house maid just might make him smile.

I put on some Ella Fitzgerald for this show and let the good times roll. It turned out to be a blast, a real retro pinup performance. I spanked Honey to the beat of the music and the audience was loving it. I could hear people laughing and enjoying themselves. That made me feel great...and encouraged me to keep spanking Honey all the way to the end of the song. She didn't expect that. She also didn't expect me to paddle her so hard. She also didn't expect her ass to be so red. But she never complained. Not once. In fact, she said she liked it.

Yes, Honey will be a good assistant, indeed...

What next? The final performance: the soldier returns from war. This uniform show presented a fetish that I personally connect very strongly with: unconsciousness. To many people the idea of taking advantage of a sleeping person is a huge turn-on. Let me officially state: I do NOT condone actually taking advantage of someone who is unconscious. That is called rape. But the fantasy of it is fascinating to me... especially a woman doing it to a man. So the nurse falls for the soldier, drugs him up and does what she likes.

Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see from the photos, this was a very difficult show for me. So much to do... so much to remember... so much to endure... I know, many of you are asking "Rev, how did you ever survive this?" Sigh. Yes, it's not easy having a beautiful latex-clad vixen rub herself all over your body. But that's the kind of sacrifice I am willing to make to provide high-quality entertainment to all of you wonderful kinksters out there...

And the show ends with a black rose...

(NOTE: To be perfectly honest: I don't know if this was a good show or not. Really. I never saw it. If someone could tell me how it was, that would be really cool. I'd love to know what it looked like...)

The rest of the night went superbly. There was a surprising amount of guests at this party. I once again had visitors, not only from Czech, but from other countries as well. I'm starting to wonder if Sinless is finally becoming a proper fetish party. I saw nuns and nurses and officers and flight attendants and so much more... I saw a tall beautiful brunette in red that I sincerely hope comes back again someday. Everyone got into the night full-on, it seems. I love it when people play. I mean, it's great to have a full club. It's great to have good shows. It's great to have music and drink and conversation. But when people play...and I mean really PLAY...that's when my heart soars. And everyone else loves it too. It usually just takes one couple to say "let's do it" and then the whole club lights up with energy and games.

It was a perfect party. It was a powerful night.

"The queen is dead. Long live the queen."

I am excited for what the future holds.

SINLESS 14: On The Leash

2010-07-06T22:53:00.010+02:00

"Maybe martians could do better than we've done.
We'll make great pets."

The first ever Sinless pet show was a great success. I was actually quite surprised. I half-expected people to be bored. But those special Wednesday night kinksters really came through. Many people expressed how much they loved the concept of the night and that made my twisted little heart glow.

So now you might be asking "What was this night?" Well, if you are asking this, then shame on you. You should have been there.

Sigh.

I will forgive you.

Just this once.

We had a change in our Siren line-up this evening. For the first time in Sinless history, Lily allowed someone else to take the stage for the Sinless party night intro. The one and only Honeyhair came crawling out in a luscious catsuit to play the pussy cat with me. Damn, this girl knows how to crawl. How am I supposed to remember my lines?

Then it was time to change the pussy to a puppy.

Rev had a romantic night planned for Lily, but the naughty puppy couldn't resist the cake left out on the table... (lord, where do I get this stuff? Maybe I should watch less porn) Well, a naughty pup needs to be washed, punished and re-trained.

Another smash performance by Honeyhair with a little support from VinyLily brings down the house. I wasn't too bad, either. But it's easy to look good when you are surrounded by such beauty and talent, so I won't pat myself on the back too much.

In the end, a properly clean and wet and delicious Honeypuppy had a big old smile and very red bum. I think we will be seeing more of her on stage in the coming months...

(Now what the hell do I do with this giant black tub that's sitting in my studio??)

After opening the night, we introduced the rules. It was a human pet show. Owners and animals. So the rules of the night were quite simple:

- every animal must be an animal all night.
- an animal must crawl on all fours.
- an animal can only speak a human language to it's Owner.

I was really happy to see everyone who had a pet with them jump in and get into the spirit of things. When people play along, the night really lights up. Nothing is more tedious than people who sit and stare. It's like those people that show up to a costume party but don't dress up. People like that should be stripped and beaten.
Oh wait. They like that at my parties...

Then it was on to the games...

I arranged a few pet games for this night. First off we had "Fill It Up." This is a water dish race. Three couples volunteered - male Owners and female bitch pups. The pups had to take a small cup of water in their mouths from their Owners and race across the floor on their hands and knees and fill a large drinking bowl. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth these determined little ladies raced. It was interesting to see the physical skill involved in this game. It's hard to explain in writing, but it involved a lot of flexibility and strength of the neck to tilt the little cups in the right way, to get the most water into the bowls. What that says about the training of a girl's neck muscles, I will leave that to you to imagine.

I was the judge, so it was necessary for me to be down on the floor where the bowls were. I swear, it was for professional reasons only. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that being there was the best place to watch these pups' asses while they were crawling back and forth. No! What do you think I'm some kind of pervert?! Wait. Don't answer that. Let's just move on.

Prizes were awarded and the next game commenced:

This game is called "Find your Master." Again three wonderful couples jumped into the game. Lily took the animals to a separate room and blindfolded them. I took the Owners to another part of the club and explained the rules. The animals would be let out onto the club floor, where they must crawl on their hands and knees, searching for their Owners. The first one to find her Owner wins. They cannot see and the Owners must not speak or make any sounds to help them. This results in three gorgeous blindfolded women crawling all over everyone in the club in an attempt to locate their Master.

This game was hilarious. I loved watching it unfold. The three girl pups were all so very different. One was very careful, trying to feel out the whole space. One was rather methodical, trying to check and remember each person she crawled on. And one was a little demon, wildly thrashing out left and right, grabbing anyone she could as fast as possible.

But I didn't make it easy on them. I added a twist. Because I'm a jerk...I mean... sadist. I took all the Owners and put them in the empty hot tub for the start of the game. Thus, for about 5-10 minutes, the girls were fruitlessly slipping and sliding all over everyone in the club - except their Owners. Then I took the Owners out, put them various posts and waited. I must admit, when the winner found her man it was adorable. She felt his leather pants and you could see her brain say "Ok, leather. That's a start, but everyone in this damn place is wearing leather." She felt his crotch and wasn't sure if she should explore that or not... She grabbed his shirt and you could see her thinking "Yes, maybe, yes...I think so..." Then she touched his face, like a blind person trying to remember a new face. And then it came to her, "I've got Him." I've rarely seen such a smile.

More prizes, more smiles, more drinks, more music, more crawling...

The night went on in it's usual, wonderful, wild, bizarre, sinfully sinless way...with stories that I can never tell you...

An image in my head:

2010-06-14T23:11:00.002+02:00

A beautiful servant's ass is sticking up in the air from the floor, where she waits patiently on her hands and knees, as I work at the computer. Her wanting pussy is in full view, whenever I care to cast my gaze away from my screen. She doesn't make a sound, doesn't shift a muscle. She only waits.

dream communication 03

2010-06-13T22:52:00.001+02:00

I was on stage again.

(Why is it always a stage in these dreams...my whole life...how pathetically Shakespearean my subconscious is...)

So I'm on stage. Again. I have a headset. I'm the star and I'm the director and I'm the stage manager and I'm trying to take care of a group of my friends and make sure they find their VIP seats and enjoy the show.

The headset is not working. No one can hear me.

Now I'm wearing some crazy purple dress.

I'm screaming into the headset, I'm cursing at the assistants.

The headset is working. Everyone heard that.

I'm looking for you in the audience, but I can't find you...

Now I'm wearing my clothing but someone is trying to put an 80's blonde glam-rock wig on me.

My friends are pissed off.

You never showed up...

Then I realize this IS the show.

And the show is my reality.

Time to wake up.

Time to go to work.

A Master's Responsibility

2010-05-30T19:46:00.000+02:00

Open Question:

Is a Master or Mistress responsible for a submissive's entire life from the moment they begin to play? Is it a Master's job to make decisions for the sub's life and well-being from the first session of play? Who should decide the limit of a Mistress into Her sub's life... Her or the sub?

Hm...

2010-05-18T22:34:00.000+02:00

So it's been awhile again... Rev's been busy.

Hm. What to write? I'd love to write a great re-cap of Latextasy 2, but that simply is not going to happen, there's so much to write I don't think I can do manage it. I will say this:

It was a party to end all parties: contributors from all over Czech Republic came to represent themselves and show off their stylings. Awesome shows and incredible models and wonderful guests...A great many thanks go out to Yelen, Mistress Adrienne, Latex Fashion, AdeMa, and MH Sexshop!

If you weren't there you missed the rubber party to end all rubber parties...

But what I've really been thinking about lately is...

Slavery. It's a fascinating concept. For so many centuries of human history we have struggled, fought, and waged wars against it.

We have enslaved entire nations. We have destroyed nations in the name of freedom. We have enslaved again.

And every time the topic is mentioned, almost all people will gravely nod their heads and agree: slavery is wrong.

So it leaves me thinking: where are we today, in this modern world, where there are so many people begging to be slaves? If you meet someone and she wants to be your slave, is dying to be your slave, is begging you to be your slave...what does that truly mean, in the grand scheme of things?

Is it a sign that we are more aware of ourselves as a whole, as human beings? Are we, as a whole, coming to the understanding that some of us need to be enslaved and thusly, that some of us need to enslave them? Or has that understanding always been there throughout all time, and only in recent years are we less afraid to flaunt it, to ask for it, to show it off...?

SINLESS 12: Pure BDSM

2010-03-12T10:02:00.014+01:00

I know what you're thinking, "A blog post, Rev, finally!" Well, all I can say in reply is, "Taxes suck." It's been a busy month, but better late than never, right?

So here we go:

Pure BDSM was super fun. I was surprised by how many people came out to play at this one.

I have a theory about it regarding the name of the party. (I am a bit of a specialist in advertising and marketing. I find it fascinating how society is shaped by media. It's a focal point of much of my art.)

As I've mentioned before on this blog, here in Czech there is a tendency to call an establishment exactly what it is. A potraviny is often called "potraviny" and nothing more. Whereas in more capitalistic countries, one would name his corner store something flashy to catch your attention and make you remember it.

Many people have mistakenly thought that Sinless is a swinger's party only because I rent a swinger's club to have my party.

So I thought about it and came one step further: what if people are thinking the same way about my party themes? If they see a poster that says "Easter Bunny Fetish Party" do they think, "Well, I don't have a fetish for rabbits, so I will just wait until they have a BDSM party." So I decided to test this theory and, in the spirit of that wildly-named potraviny, I called my BDSM party simply "BDSM Party" (I still couldn't resist my American capitalist urge to add a little color to the English version of the flyer and call it "Pure BDSM'")

Perhaps this called out to more people. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence that more people came to this one. In either case, I am well pleased by the event.

The sad thing is that, if my theory is correct, then a lot of people have been missing out on some great parties. Every Sinless party involves BDSM play and fetish elements from all walks of life. Even if we have sexy Easter bunnies hopping around, that's just the frosting on top of it all. On top of my special brand of fetish and BDSM life.

Our dance show was again courtesy of Trn v Oku (www.trnvoku.cz) an incredible ensemble of very talented women. They performed a cabaret number to warm up the evening. Some people have criticized me on having shows that are not "fetish" enough. Personally, I think that the entire night is a fetish experience. And I like to be entertained by a variety of styles, not just "bring in slave, torture slave, exit slave" When I sit back, in my favorite vinyl pants, with a glass of wine in my hand, in room full of fellow deviants and I watch some delightfully sexy girls wearing collars and holding whips performing a cabaret dance........I feel as alive in my kinky little soul as I do when I'm punishing my slave. If that's not a fetish experience, then what is?

The shows were a little different at this party. For most of my parties, I try my best to mix BDSM and fetish elements into the themes of the party, while keeping things at a very high level of entertainment. But here, there was no extra theme to throw in the mix, so show creation was about focusing on the elements of BDSM. As anyone who has ever done theatre will tell you, expressing a psychological concept without dialogue is next to impossible. Expressing "domination" purely on it's own, without any bondage or punishment, without anything except that one mental/spiritual link can be terribly challenging to convey to an audience. It requires so much subtlety, and consequently, these shows can be extremely boring to watch. Observing a Dominant top his sub can be a lovely, touching and exciting thing...when done in the "reality" of personal play. But everything on stage must be bigger than life. Watching a Dominant top his sub on stage is like watching a hypnotist put a spell on his assistant (instead of someone from the audience). There's no conflict, no tension, no surprise, no drama. You know the sub will do whatever the Dom says, and that's all there is. For this, I had an idea to mix tasks. I always start the party off with an intro and my slave translates...

Well, I decided to give her double-duty and watch her balancing skills as I stacked teacups, one upon the next, in her hands. It's a simple domination, the giving of multiple tasks, seeing if the slave can remain focused on fulfilling all her Master's desires. Lily performed quite well. (perhaps, a little too well. next time I must double the amount of cups.) Did it convey "domination?" I'm not sure. I enjoyed playing it. And I think it reached the audience...if you were there, throw a comment my way, I'd love to know what you thought of it!

The bondage show was amazing, as always, Murhaaya created pure art with rope. This month's masterpiece involved one of my dancers in an intricate suspension inside my cage. She had never been suspended before and she told me afterwards that she loved it. Of course, throughout the show, it was impossible for Lily and Honeyhair to keep their hands to themselves. A gorgeous girl all tied up is, as we say, a thing of beauty.

An SM show is the easiest of all shows. Just bring someone on stage and beat the hell out of them. I can't count how many times I've done this on stage. (cue: yawn) So to mix it up a bit, I found a masochist and gave him to Lily for her birthday. She was ecstatic. I've been training my little slave for over a year now in the Dominant Arts. She has a growing vicious streak in her and she is getting more and more comfortable with having power in her hands as the days go by. I have given her some lessons on punishment, but the best way to learn is by doing, no? So this show was dedicated to teaching Lily how to spank a masochist with bamboo. She loved it. I loved it. He loved it. Everybody fucking loved it. She is still a bit too shy at the start...and by the time she really gets into it and wants blood, it's a little too late. But she's got a killer backhand (see kids, tennis really IS a worthwhile sport!) and can really deliver the blows well. She still has a long way to go til she reaches mastery, but life is in the journey, not the destination...and what a trip this is...

And on another note: we had a documentary crew join us for the evening. (no cameras, they just came to play) Apparently, they are doing a documentary for HBO on fetish and BDSM here in Czech Republic. They told me a story that was a little odd: they contacted Paradiso and went to the club to shoot the gothic room. (a lovely dark play room that would make Dracula blush) I found that simple fact a little funny. If one is creating a wide-coverage cultural documentary, why shoot one little room, when one could do a piece on a real fetish party? Strange. Lovely people though, and they seemed to have a very good time.

In the spirit of connecting a rather splintered fetish community, I contacted BDSM Shop and had the wonderful experience of talking to Nenufer again. We hadn't seen each other since Hell Party, almost a year ago. She and her Zuzanka met the call like champions. They brought a dazzling array of toys: whips, crops, floggers, paddles, collars, speculums, cuffs, on and on...I think there were some things there that some of my guests had never seen before. It was really something special to have them at Sinless. I believe that a proper fetish community should stand united. There are enough people against us in the vanilla world. We shouldn't be competing and backstabbing amongst ourselves. I think Nenufer and Zuzanka feel the same. They were so warm and happy and full of energy, it made me smile just to talk to them. I hope I will be seeing more of them soon. To see their full selection of naughty tools and toys go here: www.bdsmshop.cz

It's distracting, I know, but try to focus on the collar in the above photo. It's from BDSM Shop, and is Lily's newest favorite item.

Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention Honeyhair. She arrived at the party in the most sinful latex dress I've ever seen. Lord, I love it when people know how to flaunt it. It was no surprise whatsoever that Honeyhair's bum was the star of the entire night. For more about her (and her bum) check out: www.honeyhair.net

All in all my guests seemed very happy. And when my guests are happy, I am happy. Everyone was very alive, running around from room to room. Some were playing, some were watching, some were in role, some were casually socializing...it was a great mix. I suppose I shall need to make more of these so-called...BDSM parties... :)

SINLESS: Behind the Scenes, January 2010

2010-01-28T23:54:00.015+01:00

Honeyhair and VinyLily: Such a deliciously dangerous combination. The photo shoot for the next Sinless party, Pure BDSM, was pure fun. The girls came over to my studio in the early afternoon, settled in, and started getting ready.

It began as any other shoot, the girls had some tea, had some wine, set their makeup and costumes, had a little more wine...

...fussed with their costumes some more...

...and then we got started. They began with some standing poses to warm up, each one being her own princess. But then they slowly began to work as a team and create some beautiful compositions for me.

The hilarity of the shoot was the latex oil. Honeyhair was covered in it, and thus she left a nice puddle on the floor where she was rolling around. My floors simply weren't taking any of that. So as we all drank our wine and walked in and out of the studio, we all took turns on the slip 'n' slide.

As the shutter clicked away, they started to work more and more with each other. Each assuming a role and pushing each other further into the scene. In some places, it became more than "just a photo shoot." I wish I could show you those photos...

These two wonderful women have such a connection, it was like I wasn't even there. As a photographer, that's a great thing. I have the opportunity to simply capture the magic as it unfolds. There were so many amazing shots, it was pure torture choosing just one to be the final image for the flyer. Here's the runner-up:

So these are your Sinless stars this month. I say: pretty damn sexy. What do you think?

Seasons Greetings

2009-12-23T22:16:00.002+01:00

The Prepostion "At"

2009-12-05T13:31:00.009+01:00

In the English language, the preposition "at" is a very important word. It's a tiny word, only two letters. However, it carries much weight. Let's look at two examples:

"Sinless is at a swingers club."

This is much different than:

"Sinless is a swingers club."

It's a small difference, but a vital one. Sinless parties happen inside a swingers club, but it is NOT a swingers party. It is a fetish and BDSM party. This seems to be a very difficult concept for Czech people. I understand that commercialism is not a strong point in recent Czech history. It's true that if you have a potraviny, you name it "potraviny." And if the sign says "library" then it is a library. However, in this case the sign says "swingers" but it is a fetish party.

It makes perfect sense to me. Many fetish parties all over the world do this. And there is a very good reason for it: you cannot make a decent living off of being a fetish club owner. Very few people have built and successfully maintained their own fetish dungeons without having other income on the side. Thus, we fetish organizers live in the rental world. Fetish Party People in Goteborg, Sweden is one of my favorite spots to play. They share a space with a swingers night AND a gay night. Each organization takes turns throughout the month having their different parties there. German Fetish Ball has "couples only" play parties that are in lounges, bars, and residences. Fetish Grand Prix Brno is in a hotel. Does that mean FGP is a hotel? Of course not.

Sinless is in a swingers club, but it is NOT a swingers party. I rent the space. I like it there. It is luxurious and comfortable. The owners are open and understanding of sexual fetishes. And they even have their own St. Andrew's cross on the wall.

So why is it that I keep hearing about so-called fetishists that are afraid to come to Sinless because they think it's a swingers party? To me, that's shocking. In my mind, a fetishist is someone who has already broken the standard barriers of "should" and "shouldn't." A fetishist is someone who is unafraid of the different and the new. But if something as trivial as the location of the event is stopping one from exploring their fetish world, then I suppose they will miss all the wonders that Sinless has to offer...

SINLESS 11: Dirty Ol' Saint Nick

2009-12-04T18:38:00.015+01:00

The Sinless Mikulsska was tons of fun. Saint Nick (aka Svaty Mikulas) was there and so was Santa Claus. Angels and devils were everywhere, as is the tradition in these Slavic parts. In Sinless style, the roles were reversed on Saint Nick this year, with devil holding the chains. He didn't seem to mind...too much. Then Trn v Oku returned in full force with a 3-part angels and devils performance with candles. Dark and sexy and beautiful. Then it was Santa's turn to show off. He put a new reindeer through a full three courses of training before our very eyes, and then gave out Sinless hard drives to everyone, for keepsaking their kinky holiday memories in 2010.

I loved this party. I had a blast. I've never done anything so thematic before, and it's a joy. I think fetish style is wonderful, but to add another layer on top...to say, "let's not just be fetish, but let's make fetish angels!" is so much fun. It's a challenge sometimes, but it adds another dimension to the night, to the costumes, to the overall energy. I've also never performed a pony training in public before. It was exhilarating. The control, the power, and the audience watching my every move...what a rush. And of course, Lily was the perfect reindeer in latex.

The Trn v Oku girls were amazing. For most of them, it was their first time in a fetish club, so it was a real eye-opener for them. But they really enjoyed the music and they got into the night themselves and had some fun. I think we will be seeing them again. For more about this wonderful dance troupe: www.trnvoku.cz

And here's one more photo from the vault where I really don't know what's happening. The plot is lost. But check out Mrs. Claus and her elf. That's likely the sexiest duo I've ever seen. Both these girls give endlessly of their time and energy. You might think "Those must be professional models" but no, my friends, I assure you, these two lovely souls do it for free. They just love the fetish life.

Fetish Grand Prix - 07.11.09

2009-11-11T12:29:00.014+01:00

I'm a big supporter of the fetish and BDSM community wherever I go. However, in some places, like the Czech Republic, the community is a little more closed and difficult to get into. Thus, I was really excited when I heard about a big fetish party happening 4 times a year in Brno. They started having their events the same week as I started having mine. So we are both one year old now, I suppose. Sadly, schedules and logistics prevented me from attending Fetish Grand Prix...until now. Lily and I, fresh from the Sinless birthday party, headed down south to Moravia to see it for ourselves.

We arrived late. (As always...We will be late to our own funerals.) We were pleasantly surprised to see many friends from Sinless parties and we received a warm welcome. The hotel bar and side room were dark wood and greens, pretty standard for a Czech pub. They were playing some video projections from the last FGP, some latex fashion show, and the room was full of people in costumes, mostly latex. Straight away I got to meet the organizer of FGP, Sadaam. I was happy to see that he was much younger than I had imagined. He had something of the devil in his eyes, and was wearing a pointed tail. Later, I discovered he has a canine side of himself. Indeed, a very interesting man.

Lily and I sat down and settled in. The video clips continued and then some latex vacuum demonstrations from Eurocatsuits.com, followed by dinner. The food was damn good. My steak was worth every haler.

But after dinner, I sort of lost the plot...the night didn't really have a structure or shows or anything that moved the energy forward. People hung out and drank and talked. We asked some guests if there was any action, any play at this party and most people shrugged their shoulders and said, "No, we just sit and talk, mostly." That was a bit disappointing. Lily and I are all for being social, but when we go out to a club, we want to play.

Lily was begging me for a spanking. I tried hard to find something to connect to in these two rooms...something that inspired me, something that allowed me to connect to my own sense of power and something that made me feel sexy and want to get into a scene with my slave. But I simply did not feel it. This hotel bar contained nothing of the sensual. I took Lily into the adjacent room. It was brightly lit and some pop music was playing. Nonetheless, I was determined. I looked for a corner, a spot to get into role, a place to play. There simply was none. Every corner was taken over by amateur photographers. There was even some documentary crew there with multiple video cameras. The room was a blaze of never-ending camera flashes. I am very comfortable with being in fetish photos online and I respect that some material is needed for promoting future events, but this was way over the top- even for me. There was nowhere to stand in the room without being in a shot. A few images is ok, but this was over an hour of constant photography and video.

So we moved back to the bar and shifted gears. If the name of the game is talking, then we talk. We set ourselves to talking with friends, old and new. We met many wonderful people there and had some great conversations. Everyone was beautifully dressed. You could tell these people really cared about their appearance. Almost every single person there was in latex. Oddly enough, they were a little bit confused about our costumes. We are not latex fetishists. (Indeed VinyLily is "VinyLily" for a reason) But it seems in Moravia they did not ever think to separate the two. For them: latex = fetish and there is nothing else. We tried to explain that we are fetishists of a different kind and that we don't wear latex, but we received mostly blank stares. Sure latex is a great fetish, but it's not the only fetish, now is it? If you were a bondage artist who was allergic to latex, what would you wear to a party?

Anyway, we chatted and chatted and even though our intent was not self-promotion (I chose not to bring Sinless flyers to the party, I would be pissed off if someone came to my party to promote themselves) many people were very curious about Sinless and Lily found herself talking about it quite a bit. Then, Lily found herself drawn to the lightning flashes of the photo room. Our friend, the lovely Honeyhair was there with her man doing some sets, and Lily got in on the scene. They had fun, posing together and playing with Lily's lovely dress.

I started to relax a bit more and that allowed me to pull back into a meta-state and begin to see FGP for what it is: a gathering of individuals who just want a place to be themselves. It was wonderful to realize this, that the whole event is not aimed at a specific goal, rather it is about camaraderie...kinky camaraderie.

Finally Lily couldn't take it anymore. She needed to be disciplined. I was enjoying the relaxing vibe of the place now, and couldn't be bothered to actually do something to her, so I made her my footstool. Naturally, whenever a pretty girl is on her hands and knees, it gathers attention. The whole room was riveted upon us. Then our friend, Certicka with a naughty smile on her face, was lead over to us by her man. She was on a lead and her hands were tied behind her back. She asked my permission to touch my slave. This impressed me hugely, as I find most people don't do that anymore. They just touch and grab and grope. I granted her permission and she settled herself behind my slave. Honeyhair came in shortly thereafter and proceeded to play with the front end of my footstool. At this point, the whole club is drooling. And I can't say I blame them - it was a delicious sight. After about 20 minutes of Certicka's lingual ministrations, I grabbed my footstool by her neck and ordered her to come. She did as she was told.

After this, it simply felt like it was the right time to leave. We made our goodbye's and departed.

The Revelator gives Fetish Grand Prix an 8 out of 10. I'm amazed at the simple power of gathering people together. Kinky camaraderie. What FGP lacks in entertainment and play, it makes up for in a special kind of energy and warmth of it's guests. I definitely plan on returning and I sincerely hope that Sadaam will come to Sinless someday. The world of fetish - especially here in Czech Republic - needs unity, if it is to grow and thrive. From Prague to Brno and back again. Rev out.

For details and photos from Fetish Grand Prix, go here: www.volny.cz/fgp
For more of the delicious latex fashion model HoneyHair, go here: www.honeyhair.net

SINLESS 10: Sinless Birthday

2009-11-07T22:24:00.008+01:00

So let me tell you about this birthday party, people. I went all out. As much as I could anyway. I wanted to make this a really special night, with a few extra things that you don't just randomly see anywhere else. So I really plotted and planned. I was really excited. Lily even came back early from a holiday in Africa, just to be at Sinless. And then when the night actually came - there was no one there. Not at first anyway, and we were all a little sad. It looked like no one was going to come. But then, bit by bit, the people came. One wonderful guest, whom I shall call Zoubka, motioned me over and told me "Are you tired? Sad? You must smile, because everyone here feels your energy..." She really did a wonderful thing there. She was completely right and brought me a new sense of awareness. I usually tend to feel like a bit of a ghost...like people don't actually see me. I just go about my business and make the club and party go go go. So I forget that I'm part of the club, part of the night, part of the whole damn thing. But it was still hard to get my mood up. More people came and that helped. We finally got a small crowd filling up the main room. That gave me just enough of the hope I needed. And then - the lights came on. The music started. And I took to the stage. Once I'm up there, I feel it. I feel the night. I feel the people and the energy and the passion and the fantasy. I feel that we are making something, carving new ground. Then, under those little lights on that tiny stage, I'm all fire. I had Lily on a string, my broken doll, my marionette. She translated my words at the tug of a rope. No one yet has criticized my symbology - man controls woman, American has Czech on a string...ach jo - perhaps only I appreciate my own layers. Well, I entertain myself, at least. I felt it was high time, after one full year of Sinless, to give some thanks:

"A little fact you may not know: Sinless is a non-profit organization.
Indeed- there are no profits at the end of the day. Everyone here generously gives their time and energy for free...

I must thank Michael and Petra for their wisdom and patience with my crazy ideas month after month AND for hosting us deviants here in their luxurious club.

I must thank my Sirens...the cast and lineup changes overs the months...but the dedication and passion remain the same: the gorgeous Ariel and the dangerous Nienna...and back from the day: the Lioness, the Angel, Trix, Isil and Miss Marty... and the one and only male Siren: Murhaaya.

Also: my dj's- brownlove and breakyrself, my furniture movers, my web programmer, my photographers...and wonderful contributors such as Hell and Yelen...

And of course, I must thank the great and powerful VinyLily, without whose constant support, none of this would be possible...

Lastly - I thank all of you. Sinless would be NOTHING without my beautiful guests."

Then came the rest of the shows- a beautiful fire dancer came out and warmed things up. Ajna from Trn V Oku performed wonderfully. Some people might say "oh that's not a fetish show" but I think dressing up in latex and vinyl and watching a private dancer perform for you is a fetish moment in and of itself.

Then we played a new game at Sinless. I call it Revelator's Hat Trick. It involves taking two people from the audience and letting them pick cards out of my hat. These cards have various kinky tasks written on them. Succeed three in a row and you win a prize. Our first victims were the angelic beauty Honeyhair and a devilishly gorgeous girl I'll call Certicka. Honestly, folks, I think I'm falling in love with these two. Beautiful, stylish and always up for any kind of naughty fun, these two are Sinless regulars. They went far beyond the required three tricks and put on a show that enthralled the entire club. Hats off to you, ladies.

Then the Sinless Sirens performed a redux of our first ever School Girl Show from one year previous. Only this one was far more devious and the crowd went wild.

Following this we made a fruit-style Nyotaimori out of Lily. After that, we sliced up the cake. A beautiful devil's food cake (is there any other kind?) complete with a custom made Sinless logo on top. I was congratulated by several of my guests, and thanked so deeply for making these fetish events happen in Prague. One wonderful couple even brought a gift for me. I was really touched during these moments, touched to my core by the people who really appreciated what I am trying to create here. I daresay, I felt tears for a moment. But that's not what a celebration is for, now is it?

After that the sinners got into their own actions and the night developed into a properly decadent play party. To say the least, I was very very happy.

SINLESS 09: A Halloween Masquerade

2009-10-19T18:20:00.008+02:00

Sinless came back from the summer in style-and what a grand return it was! Beautiful masks, gorgeous costumes, and wonderful people graced the Sinless masquerade.

I was particularly awestruck by a Baroque couple that attended in full garb. Wow. From head to toe, they were decked out in amazing costumes, including carneval masks, powdered wig and lace fan. I'm still blown away by the imagery. I love it when my guests put forth such effort and energy for a Sinless party! Truly warms my heart.

Murhaaya, our resident rope artist, did an interesting show. The focal idea of which was to see two lovely women bound by their hair - inseparable from each other. Then, the challenge was to dance a waltz in this way, working together to maintain the bond. The potential vision is one of great elegance and beauty in my mind. However, the reality was a bit awkward for both artist and audience, but I believe a laugh and a good time were had by all, nonetheless.

However, Nienna was in attendance. (She is our most dangerous Siren.) She was not so impressed by the rope show and took it upon herself to punish poor Murhaaya thoroughly. I'm not very submissive myself, but I must admit to feeling a bit envious of all the attention he got that night. Once Nienna put him on the horse, many other lovely ladies stepped up to join in. Even Lady Ariadna jumped in, though I think she was feeling more sweet than sour as she tended to Murhaaya's mental state as the others let loose upon his body.

The mask competition had two winners: a latex cardinal and the aforementioned Baroque belle. They each won some latex goodies from fashion designer Yelen (www.yelen.cz) as did our waltzing couples. Everyone walked away with a little latex something.

I had a great time, as always. I feel like the work of organizing these parties is starting to level off. Thus, I find myself really looking forward to Sinless every month. I even got to play a little bit at the masquerade...and I anticipate more good times to come...

Sex

2009-08-01T13:13:00.018+02:00

Sex at a fetish club...wrong or right? It is a question that many people talk about. And many people at Sinless parties have questioned it, attacked it, applauded it, judged it, defended it, done it, watched it and more.

I have been to fetish parties all over the world, from Los Angeles to New York, from London to Berlin to Sydney and beyond, and in my experience, the one thing about fetish parties that is always the same is that nothing is ever the same. There is no solid definition. No one can ever agree on what a "fetish party" is and what it isn't. A fetish party in one city is called a dungeon club in another. What is considered a social meet and greet in one country is a fetish party to another culture. I believe a fetish party can be almost anything you want it to be as long as you create a space for people to enjoy their fetishes.

Fact: In some places, people have sex at fetish parties and in some places, they don't.

For example, when I play in Amsterdam, I have to beat away the hands, fingers, tongues and genitalia while doing something as simple as sitting on my sub. Germans are more etiquette-based and will usually ask your permission...but some nights it's like a line-up to a concert... "May I?" "No." Next. "May I?" "No." Next... In my experience, Brits and Americans are more shy (read: repressed) and will stare and drool and stare and drool and touch themselves and wish...A simple nod of the head will make them come in their pants. (Yes, The Rev is an American.)

If a definition of Sinless is so needed, then here it is: Sinless is a play party. This style is very common in other countries, and is my favorite: it allows for serious action to happen and, if the participants so wish, sexual stimulation can be part of that -or not, but the option is there. I think many people confuse a "fetish PLAY party" with, what I call, a "SOCIAL fetish party." Most places in Czech such as Hell Party and Fetish Grand Prix are social parties. The focus of these events is to wear your gear, drink, dance and maybe watch some shows. Very few people are in role or deep in scene play and of course, the venue is not designed for sexual expression.

But let's talk about sex expression for a moment: The fetish world is a sexual one, and I feel that stripping sex out of it is not healthy. Sex is good. Sex is natural. Sex is healing and pleasurable and joyous. Call me crazy...I like sex. Sex can be a very loving and bonding experience, especially when expressed through someone's particular fetish. For example, the Master/servant relationship of the BDSM community is one of loving servitude, not of simply fucking and beating.

Separating sex from the object of your fetish is actually counter to the definition of the word "fetish."

Merriam-Webster: an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression

Dictionary.com: any object or nongenital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation.

Mnemonic Dictionary: a form of sexual desire in which gratification depends to an abnormal degree on some object or item of clothing or part of the body

Apple Dictionary: form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc. : Victorian men developed fetishes focusing on feet, shoes, and boots.

So what do we gain from these definitions? That someone who has a fetish and is exposed to that fetish will have an erotic response, at the least. So why would anyone create an environment where fetishists are brought in contact with their objects of desire, and then restricted from gratification? Even I am not that sadistic. I'll leave orgasm denial up to the individual Dominants...

Thus, I believe a good fetish party should be sexy, should turn you on and should make you feel that special high you only get when living inside your scene. It should give you every opportunity to do all the things you want to do that excite you.

I can understand the point of view, that sex is a private thing. Indeed not everyone is an exhibitionist. And I respect the right of someone to NOT have sex, just as much as I respect the desire to have sex. In short: I don't judge. I only create the playground, the place for people to do whatever they want, free of judgments.

In conclusion: I am a hedonist. I am the kind of person who enjoys experiencing pleasure, who enjoys providing pleasure for others and who enjoys watching others experiencing pleasure...

And why not? Life is too short for anything else.

Summertime...

2009-07-02T12:01:00.001+02:00

"Why are you stopping for the summer?"

Lots of people have criticized me for being too professional, too much like a brothel or a strip club. I like to present something sexy and good-looking, but Sinless is not a money-making scheme. It is my passion. I'm sure many people would be shocked to learn I make no money at all from it. The time, energy and money needed to make my little hobby happen is enormous.

And I need a break.

Don't misunderstand: It's so worth it. I love seeing the smiles on my guests faces. I love seeing the beautiful people of Prague decked out in latex. I love being a haven for the vampires, the kinksters and the pervs in a city that has so little to offer...

So in order to make it good...and to make it even better...I'm taking a little time off to recharge my batteries and also to change a few things, to make a few improvements on the Sinless world...

SINLESS 08: Latextasy

2009-06-11T11:34:00.002+02:00

Sinless, where music and passion are always in fashion...and latex.

My parties have been getting wilder and wilder as the time goes by. As people start to find us and catch on to the way we party, it's all getting better and better. Admittedly, some parties are better than others...and I expected this June party to be pretty mild. Summer has begun and people are on holiday and with only a small handful of reservations, I almost canceled Latextasy three days before it. But then, the people came rushing in like a tidal wave! I was genuinely surprised by the wonderful and beautiful and passionate people at this June celebration. The night's entertainment was provided by Yelen, Prague's resident latex fashion designer. He had some great styles to adorn this month's Sirens: Vinylily, Ariel, Nienna, Murhaaya, and Isil.

After the shows, we ate and drank and danced and played. At one point, our regular TV, a very intelligent and well-traveled creature called Nola, was on the cross and being punished by five different beautiful dominas...that's right - five. And they were not gentle. Those smiles were pure evil. They say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" but I think there is one level above that. I would say "Hell hath no fury like a pack of women with whips in their hands." Nola has more endurance and passion than most I've seen. Hats off, indeed.

I was so happy with the crowd and its energy that I am almost sorry to take a break for the summer. Apparently, latex is very important in the world of Czech fetish. In other cities I've been to, latex is loved but there are also other kinds and styles of dress and presentation. Here in Czech, it seems latex is paramount. Perhaps I should have a Latextasy night more often?

Well, time for a much needed break now. I love my Sinless parties and my Sinless people, but its a draining passion. Time now to rest and recup...

SINLESS: At The Office

2009-05-10T23:52:00.000+02:00

This was truly one of our wildest parties yet. The Revelator and Sirens started the evening off with a surprise show. Nienna made a beautiful desk out of herself and was treated to a proper stamping a la Closely Watched Trains. (If you've never seen it, you definitely should. I've never thought stamps could be erotic before that) Then we ate, we drank, and we played. Almost everyone got into the action on this night. Murhaaya tied everything in sight. Lily and Nienna delivered 100 lashes to one of the willing. But the real stars of the night were the guests: a club full of lovely secretaries put good use to their rulers, and a few other things as well...I will never forget - as I was standing upon the stage with Lily's ass in my hands, pencils between her teeth, waiting a proper spanking - looking up to see two gorgeous secretaries tying a third to the cross. One pulled up her skirt while the other one began to whip her. That's what it's all about...creating a space where anyone can act out their fantasies. I am looking forward to more nights like this...

dream communication 02

2009-04-30T17:53:00.000+02:00

.start message:

He is older, but not old. His full grey beard makes him look older than he is. He’s huge, a wide giant of a man. Strong powerful hands, lined with age, leathered with exposure, and calloused with use, tell the stories of a working life. He is wearing furs- I’m guessing he’s a trapper. He has eyes so clear blue they are almost silver-white…something like water in a porcelain bowl. He is a kind man at heart, but there is something inhuman about him, something feral… He is likely part animal somehow… he would rather be with them, than with us.

And he is with them.

We are in the wilderness. He is trapping animals, but not harming them. I watch him intently, trying to figure out what he’s doing. He never speaks to me. Never looks directly at me. Perhaps I am not really here. The animals fear him. Hate him. He is after all, human somehow…and this is their world. I watch and I realize he is feeding them some kind of drug. He is putting them into a deep sleep. He is studying them. He is trying to find out how much of this chemical or herb makes them sleep and how deeply and for how long. Perhaps he is a pioneer of animal research. Testing the mountain lion is a tricky affair. How to be sure he’s really asleep? How to be sure such a clever animal is not pretending? Over and over again…trapping different animals, testing them, letting them go. He always errs on the side of too little drug, rather than too much. The wildcat escapes too soon. The peacock is high as fuck…and happily singing along to a late-night television program about being high as fuck. The monkey actually wants to be dosed. Not so much that he will fall asleep. He just wants to be high too. He gets let out of his cage, he’s not going anywhere.

This trapper has a daughter. Maybe ten years old. She is in the cabin. She is very sad. Freckles and ginger brown hair. Big blue eyes like dad…but richer in color…age has not paled them yet. But they are wet with tears. It is cold in the cabin…so terribly cold. This has been a particularly harsh winter. Feels like mom isn’t here…anymore. Not for a long time. This girl has no right hand. It appears to have been cut off. Cleanly. And healed over. The left hand is bandaged up. The frost on the window makes evil and beautiful patterns behind her bed. Father has tears in his eyes too...almost. He says something hopeful. It makes the moment even worse. She already knows what’s coming and his words make it all unbearable. Her tears fall like big and heavy, wet and cold. The frost makes evil and beautiful patterns on the bandage. The blackness is almost visible beneath the bandage. The dead blood will continue to creep. The trapper does not hesitate. He raises his knife. It’s so fast you can’t even see it. She screams in pain and agony and utter sadness.

Outside the monkey is high as fuck. He is sitting next to the peacock. They are swaying together and singing and watching tv.

We got the wildcat again. Is he really asleep this time? The hunter’s hands venture nearer. The hunter’s exposed fleshy hands go towards the cat’s neck, towards his mouth… Just got to get this collar around him…

:end message.

Hell Party

2009-04-22T00:09:00.001+02:00

My favorite quote from Hell Party:

"Your website is too professional."

If being professional is wrong, then I don't wanna be right.

When I play, I play in style.

The Little Things

2009-04-12T02:05:00.002+02:00

Gee Mr. Revelator, where can I find a fetish party that gives away hand-pained one-of-a-kind Easter eggs for excellent holiday costumes? Right here at Sinless, kid! I made these myself. And about 20 others. They took hours and hours and hours and it was loads of fun. I love the little things...even if no one else notices, it gives me joy...

SINLESS 06

2009-04-11T16:13:00.000+02:00

“What beautiful traditions we have here in the Czech Republic. Where else in the world is Easter a BDSM event?“ We celebrated our Sinless Easter with all the delicious necessaries: Easter bunnies, Easter eggs and an Easter spanking. Add to that some champagne and beranek and you have a pretty damn good start. Later on, a few of the guests got wild and earned hand-painted Sinless Eggs of their own… As a result, none one will dry out this year...you have the Revelator's word on that.

Mad Excitement

2009-03-22T12:09:00.003+01:00

I painted bricks...black.

What did you do today?

My Cross to Bear

2009-03-21T22:31:00.000+01:00

My cross to bear in this life is a literal one.

It is a Saint Andrew's cross...

and

it's fucking heavy.

um...what?

2009-03-14T16:41:00.000+01:00

I'm not sure what's going on in these photos...and I was there. But it was surely a good time.

SINLESS 05

2009-03-03T22:27:00.001+01:00

another intimate night. a lovely time was had be all. the french maids were particularly stunning...and naughty.

quote

2009-02-15T22:46:00.002+01:00

someone said to me once:

"so what do you do here?

you just bring in the cage, the cross and the horse and that's it? "

that hurt. a lot.

Holy Days

2009-02-12T14:48:00.006+01:00

So many sinners came out to celebrate a saint's day.
There was blood.
There was latex.
There was love.
Old Valentine would have been proud...

...or at least that's what I like to think.

SINLESS 04

2009-02-10T18:10:00.000+01:00

ah the claret will flow...

dream communication 01

2009-02-02T11:18:00.000+01:00

start message:

I’m the star of the play.

Also the director.

Probably the producer too.

I’m the angel. A blonde wig and some ripped abs and some wings that don’t fit quite right. But the days are flying and there’s no time to rehearse, no time for meetings, no time to practice lines and songs…in fact the days are flying while I'm standing here on this dark street corner under the lamplight in my wings that don’t fit quite right. I’ve got to get to the theatre, it’s almost showtime now and I barely even know my lines. The bus schedule says it’s coming, but it’s telling lies tonight. Other numbers come and go. People, dark and shadowy, look suspiciously at me as I jump and shuffle and endeavor to see each number as it comes. The minutes are clicking away, but my bus is not coming.

Finally it comes.

I'm in the theatre. Everyone must speak to me asap. The curtain goes up in less then 10 minutes. There is no time no time no time no time no time. But I try to tackle the questions anyway. This costume was supposed to be purple, that prop is all wrong, how can you call that a trophy? It’s just books stuck together with melted green chocolate. And where is the little girl for act 3? It’s all wrong and so are my wings.

Showtime.

end message.

SINLESS 04: Rehearsals

2009-02-01T14:03:00.000+01:00

For almost all Sinless shows, I am the director, props department, sound engineer, and often actor. So there's a lot a "me" in the shows. Personally, I love fetish shows that have character. This requires a bit of story and a bit of drama, and that usually makes the fetish aspects juicier. And that sometimes makes things more complicated. The more complicated the show, the more it requires rehearsal.

Look out! Plastic suction cups of love!

Sometimes, the rehearsals are almost more fun than the parties...almost.

I Love These People

2009-01-26T15:35:00.003+01:00

Aren't they beautiful? Michael and Petra, the owners of Swingers Club Paradiso are my friends and business partners. They have many many years of club experience and are well-tuned to the sexual underground in Prague. They are patient and kind and full of priceless wisdom when it comes to all the tricky in's and out's of club organizing in the Czech Republic. It seems to me that organizing events and entertaining people in the Czech Republic has its own set of rules that are completely opposite of anything I have previously experienced. When I say "zig," the right answer is "zag." It's truly a cultural education for me, learning the behavior-isms of the Czech alternative scene. Plus, with Petra's stunning outfits and Michael's great collection of whiskey, I find myself looking forward to them both, every month.

Sinless is a fetish party that uses the Paradiso club space for a monthly event. To be clear: Sinless is NOT a swingers party.

On the other nights of the month, you will find a swingers party in Club Paradiso, and truly the best one in the Czech Republic. To learn more about Paradiso visit them at www.swingersclub.cz

SINLESS 03

2009-01-19T15:22:00.000+01:00

Intimate and intense... a good start to the new year.

Livin' it up Downunder.

2009-01-01T00:00:00.005+01:00

CURRENT LOCATION: Magnetic Island, Australia.

Sydney Hellfire Party 19.12.08

2008-12-22T18:59:00.013+01:00

I arrived at the party with VinyLily in tow at about 23.00. I didn't want to be too late for the shows. After passing the security guards, the dark back hallway, the narrow stairs to the basement bar and three lovely curvacious corsetted vixens at the door, we finally entered Hellfire. One of these enchanting beauties was Ultra, the organizer of the event, a credit to the fetish race, indeed. To the right, house music was thumping from a dj booth perched above a small dance floor. House music…hm. Not too impressed off the bat, being more a fan of the darker tones whilst I play, but I’m remaining open to whatever aurally comes. The layout of the club was all centered around this dance floor. It was sunken down four steps and had a railing around it...perfect for the voyeurs of the night. Off to the left was the bar and a small side lounge equipped with a rectangle rack. Small but efficient. There were not many people there, but the ones there were quality. Amongst the smoke pouring off the dance floor, two lovely ladies dressed as Santa’s elves in shiny green dresses and striped stockings were gyrating with each other to the music. A couple of butches were circling them and occasionally pouncing- only to spank, caress and back away again- an interesting ritual to watch. Of course, we went directly to the bar and began our night. All Australian wine, even the shittiest house brand, is better than the best of Czech wines. Sad but true. What can one do, but drink one’s fill. A glass of this heavenly nectar in each hand, we case the joint. A necessary step in any night for yours truly, I can never honestly relax into an evening at a new place until I’ve seen the whole schematic. Then, and only then, can I properly choose the best spot to take. We found one of our hosts for the evening, an eccentric gentleman by the name of Octopussy. Tall and spotless bald and clad in a very dangerous looking harness, this man simply radiated positivity. I introduced myself and he recognized us from our earlier communications via email. Hopping to and grabbing us some free drink tickets and a Hellfire t-shirt, he was instantly VinyLily’s new pal. The princess likes to receive gifts. Who doesn’t, I suppose? She ran off to the bar to procure more wine for us while I secured something of far greater value to me from Octopussy- permission to leave Sinless flyers in the club. I was a little nervous that he might say no, that he might be offended. But rather, in the spirit of greater fetish community, he beamed me a giant Aussie smile and said, “Go for it, mate!”

Flyers now spread and a fresh glass of the good stuff in my hand, I look around only to notice that the club is not just getting full, but packing in. The photographer of the night bounces up and asks to take our photo. Never shy for the camera, we oblige. But then she wants more…of me. Let me tell you, dear readers, that never happens. VinyLily is a living doll. All smiles and sex, this creature leaves men, women and even some inanimate objects drooling in her wake. Apparently, this photographer really liked my crosses. She had never seen something like that before. For those who don’t know, The Revelator was rockin’ the angel scars that night: giant black crosses on the shoulder blades. I admit I have never seen this on anyone else ever. Til someone corrects me, I will take full credit for this style. Well, it seems that no one else in Sydney has seen it either as I was complimented on it all through the night. I’m guessing that at the next Hellfire party there will be half a club with the ol’ electrical on their backs.

So where are we now? Each of our egos appropriately stroked, Lily and I are on a high. This, naturally, floats us to the dance floor. Each of us has a different style when we dance, sleep and make love and I believe they are all interconnected. Lily’s style is far different from mine, and both of ours were quite different from the Sydneysiders in attendance this night. Perhaps it was fact, or perhaps just my perception, or perhaps Lily was grabbing them- but it seemed the whole dance floor was gravitating towards us. This dance floor was fairly full now, but had far more watchers lined up around the rails. Upon coming off the floor, we were showered with compliments. It was so refreshing to be in a place where people are not shy to simply say “Hey, that was great!”

Indeed, it seemed we could do no wrong this night. We obviously stood out from the crowd…our costumes, our style, our energy…we were in that proverbial zone and everyone was drawn to us. VinyLily hit her stride then. She was shining. As we made the rounds through the club, soaking up the atmosphere, she was queen of the night. In one corner, this two-meter tall blonde bombshell was wearing nothing more than Christmas lights. I don’t know how she got them to light up, but she did. Color me impressed. Lily sauntered straight up to her, looked her in the eye as if she were filet mignon, ran her hand down her neck, across her nipples and along the lights of the wires. She simply said, “Nice.” And walked away. Miss Christmas Lights was drooling.

This was the theme of the night. As we walked the club, life dialed down to a slow-motion film sequence. Imagine, if you can, the beats vibrating through your body as you drift through the club. Faces appear and dissolve in the smoke, smiles and compliments and looks of desire float above them. That familiar and delicious sound of a whip on flesh can be heard from time to time. And don’t forget the costumes: sexy girls scantily clad in all manner of lingerie displaying mobsters, nurses, devils, angels and more. Men in vinyl pants, harnesses, latex suits, and still more. Sheer heaven.

We wandered over towards the lounge with the rack. It was a small rack, and the whole lounge was packed full. Doms who could not get to the rack were spreading their slaves against the walls. It was nice to see the passion, but there really should have been more options for play. It is a fetish party, after all. This part was disappointing.

Wandering more, we made friends. Of note is Dick in a Box. Yes, in true homage to Justin Timberlake, there was a sub boy there with his dick in a box.

(If you haven’t seen this holiday gem, check it now. Thank me later.)

We followed this guy and his lady friend upstairs for a cigarette. Lounging outside the club in the warm summer air along the busiest street in Sydney were about 30 fetishists in full costume enjoying a chat and a smoke. The land of vanilla walked casually by without comment or action. Apparently it’s a pretty natural site in this great city. I spoke with box boy about the club scene in Sydney whilst his lady friend displayed her nipples to the night. She was a waif of a girl in Christmas white with 2 cm rock hard nips. He insisted I try them. Well, when in Rome…

About this time the shows started. We took a wine and a spot and watched. Show number one was a cute burlesque of “Santa Baby” with a Rubenesque blonde in a Santa outfit. She deftly lost each article of her festive garb as she lip-synced her passions to an inflatable version of jolly old Saint Nick. It was cute and sexy, though not exactly mind-blowing. The second show started with more promise. A dangerous black-haired femme fatale came out in black leather outfit complete with black cap. She did a little tying and then grabbed an audience member and did a little light spanking. This show was more demonstration and less performance…sexy, though not extremely entertaining...

…but the crowd loved it and cheered like there’s no tomorrow. So I guess it’s all well and good.

After we danced, drank and played til dawn.

All in all, The Revelator gives Sydney Hellfire an 9 out of 10. It was an amazing scene with an amazing crowd. The energy, passion, smiles, goodwill and great costumes of the patrons reflect the success of Hellfire. The only improvements to be made would be to have more furniture to play with and a more impressive lineup of shows. That said, we were treated to warm welcomes, respectful play and a very sexy energy all night.

If you are ever in Sydney and want to get your kink on, Hellfire is it. My hats off to Ultra, Tom, Octopussy and all the rest for all their hard work.

To read the official Hellfire blog of the evening and all their evenings click here and here.

Sirens

2008-12-19T12:05:00.001+01:00

Good Lord, I love my Sirens.

SINLESS 02

2008-12-03T12:14:00.002+01:00

Two points make a line.
Now I'm officially a fetish club organizer.

Reality

2008-11-17T20:27:00.000+01:00

Check out these red bums. This show was for real, they gave it all they had. The Sirens didn't sit much the rest of the night...but at least they have something to remember the night by.

SINLESS 01

2008-11-05T11:17:00.003+01:00

The beginning of a dream realized.
The first open international fetish play party in the magical city of Prague.

What's This?

2008-04-13T15:03:00.000+02:00

This is a blog I created once upon a time...and then promptly forgot about. I have resurrected this dusty digital demon to serve as a platform for the triumphs, trials and tribulations of The Revelator, a simple cowboy lost in the wild wild East.

trust the sleeping blackbird...

2006-05-08T16:14:00.003+02:00

...for beneath his quiet wing, you are safe.