Leather and pain

Well, the folks for the party I attempted to attend suggested I go to their Saturday Night general one instead. I agreed, via email, and went out shopping yesterday to kit myself out.

As previously noted, I had a significant amount of money set aside for traveling, so while money was no object, anyone who's had the rather uncertain joy in discovering how MUCH cows cost, when converted to pieces that will cover you, I did need to plan on having a significant amount.

My frustrations began when I discovered, to the best of my knowledge, that XL in the place was probably about a size 10, or possibly a 28 waist, if anyone needs that sort of measurements. Being as on the bottom I do in fact travel with junk in the trunk, and am closer to a 16 and have a 33 waist, I was horrified to find even the stretchiest of PVC wasn't working, and the leather was straight out. Which was off, as I was a large on top. (ah, joy of being a 36-24-44.) The only relief was a beautiful woman with a swanlike neck buying herself, and walking around the store to shop, in a stunning posture collar. I was very vocal in my appreciation.

After an hour of frustration, I finally threw up my arms and said "A kilt! I'll just use a man's kilt!" I could have had a custom order, but given that I was going to a party, I really wanted something THEN. So one Medium , expensive, man's leather utilikilt later, and I felt like a real human. I said to the salesman "Well, this is probably an odd fasion faux pas" and he informed me I had no idea. Apparently once they were paid straight up 1000$ just to stay open after hours for a shy crossdresser. He managed to get 3 corsets on.. at once, mind you, and they had to be cut off. He paid for the whole lot. An expensive mistake, as the corsets cost anywhere from 200 to -800$.

I was still a little sad, as I really wanted some sort of pants, and one of the ladies from back, a glorious woman in a permanent collar with a chrome lock, came out to see what I'd got. I had seen this woman half a dozen times before but only now did the collar register. Impressed, I asked her about the comfort level, having Em in mind for a permanent one, and she reached into a drawer to pull one out. "Here, just feel..."

I was shocked to find myself stiffening, and in all politeness, I said, "Um... this is weird... I don't, uh, wear these..." while my mind was screaming no! I didn't see it, but Kyle informed me after her face did this odd flux, and he was convinced she was going to say "Sorry Mistress" but all that her professional salesvoice got out was "Oh, s-sorry!" before she quickly stopped trying to drape the thing around my neck. We talked fashionable locks, and long term wear (she'd worn hers for 10 years, without a mark on the skin!) and her outfit.

She was wearing an attractive underbust corset with large buckles that I'd seen in the shop earlier, with a skin tight pair of chaps buckled to them (I've discovered buckles are my thing, I much prefer them to laces). I said "Oh, I didn't know you had those" and she mentioned it was a custom piece, as they have to essentially measure, fit to your leg, cut out the holes of the chaps exactly to get the perfect line,a dn go from there. She was terribly enthused about doing custom work for me, and LOVED, simply LOVED my blue hair. She enthused about it, and understood when I told her I wanted a much more severe cut than the bob the guy at House of Lords gave me, short in the back, long in the front, slick and aggressive. We agreed I should have gone to Coupe Bizzare instead. And I should get my uniform done in leather. Bright, colourful leathers that will match my hair. She said there's not enough colour in fetish. I agreed.

And I have to come to fetish nights monthly (forgot to get the time and address) and have to come to the October fetish ball and I simply MUST go to Toronto pride and I was stairing at the fellow who'd helped me, ringing things up, shocked. "Uh, she's rather pursuasive?" "We all are, I just got you to buy TWO tops.."

$1000 later, some stockings aside, and I was ready to go.


Sadly, the night was a disaster. I got a drive there, and discovered the door to the place was closed. One skivy guy outside said they did that if they had too many people, but another nicer fellow, named Aldo, who I immediatly felt comfortable with, noted he'd RSVPed and paid online not 40 minutes before. So We're not sure what was up. We waited, and waited, and finally I called Kyle to pick me back up. And then Also suggested a swinger club nearby, so Kyle wa shere and I told him never mind. And we get there and they're members only (which they didn't say on the phone) and I call Kyle AGAIN. He's mad. I'm mad.

And from now on, fetish only. At least they're sane.