Fetish 101 in Pittsburgh & New York City Trip

A few weeks ago I went down to an open to the public party in the Pittsburgh Strip District. It was being held at a local bar. It was the second party that had been held.

I heard some things about the first party. It was crowded and people were walking into "scenes". I also heard comments about something to do with cameras. I wasn't sure what to expect so I got dressed up including my boots which I love to wear and headed down.

My plan was simple. Check it out. Enjoy some drinks, meet people and experience it. I wasn't planning on doing much else. I did bring my rope bag with me but left it in the car.

I parked down a block since parking can be a challenge and I saw a spot. I walked in the direction the building numbers trying to find it and smiled when I saw some fetish attire. I entered and paid the cover charge which was low compared to New York City and other places. I asked about getting in and out since I wasn't stamped. The man said he would remember me.

The first room was pretty nice. Lovely bar on the right side with a back room that had a pool table. I had passed a hallway. I got a drink. The bartender rocked. I love good bartenders.

I headed down the hallway. It had to the left three nook hole sitting areas. I liked those. It opened up into another large area with an elevated bar area to the right. A suspension rig was set up in this large area and two crosses were set up on the left with yellow police tape. The crowd was very small which was fine by me.

The suspension rig was in use by someone I knew. I watched some of the rope work. I chatted with people I knew. I heard about how this time compared to the last time. It seemed the door charge solved the problem of too many people coming off the street just to look inside at the fetish people. 

Public Play

I was approached by someone I knew and asked about doing some rope. I said sure but I needed to get my rope bag and the like. We talked a bit more and was surprised to find out she had been bound in rope and dropped. We talked some more.

Because it was public play, even though the woman who was being tied up was topless with tape or something covering her nipples, I wouldn't be asking that. I don't like clothing getting wrapped in my ropes but it is just a dislike.

I went off to get my rope bag taking my time. I came back dropped my rope bag off and then went to bar and started my first in a series of diet colas.

The suspension rig became free. We chatted some more and continue to talk as I wrapped rope around here. Her friends were there too. It was a good time. The chest harness was fun. The hip harness didn't quite work for her. I re-did it and put her up.

We had some playful fun. I do like to make breasts sore and asses red.  I can't resist doing it to a tightly bound woman.

After that play was done, I got some more diet colas in me and did another suspension. This was fantastic too.

The place was filling up and had a wonderful energy. I didn't think it would be wise to do any more playing so I packed up my stuff.

End of the Night

I said hello to someone I knew. She was dressed in fetish attire from head to foot. I think men were swarming her and my hello was badly timed. Oh well.

The rest of the night was the simple pleasure of enjoying the kinky and fetish people who I knew and meeting new people. It was a blast. I had switched back to drinking and nursed a couple of Black Russian drinks. I learned some more things. It was a good night and ended very well.

New York City

Happy Ending Lounge :-)

I went up to visit friends in New York City. The first night would include attending the Red Umbrella Diaries at the Happy Ending Lounge in the lower east side. It used to be named other things such as Sex Worker Literati.

The organizers, Dee Dennis and Tess announced it would be their last one. They were too busy with thinks like Momentum Con.

I was surprised by one woman's presentation and had missed from the ambient noise what she had said right before she said it. She indicated that Momentum Con was an event where sex workers could feel comfortable compared to other events. I asked her later about the comment since I had missed some of what she said. We talked some. I knew her name but had never met her. She was the lovely Sabrina Morgan and it turns out also a tech person.

It was disappointing to me but as I thought about it, it seems very possible that many events "out" sex workers. They can go overboard with their drama in many directions which I have seen.

I am glad I am more aware and will try and help.

Wonderful Chance Meeting

A good friend of mine who has been in gypsy mode for half a year or so and I loved bumping into her was now living in Minnesota.

I was outside the Happy Ending lounge, looking at the street, the buildings, the truck in the street being repaired in front of the mechanic's place and was totally surprised to see her standing there. I gave her a hug and realized I was feeling lost like I was in another city. It happens given I bounce between enough of them.

It was so good to see her.

Winding Down

Several of us went to a diner a few blocks over. We had to work out some logistics with cars and parking. It worked out. We had a good meal and a lovely discussion. It was unfortunate that one of my friends who is deathly allergic to wheat ended up with breaded onion rings on her plate. I scoped them off her plate as quickly as possible.

After that we headed back, I picked up my car from the hotel and went over to a friend's place. We chatted for another hour or so longer and then it was time to call it a night.

The next day I met up for breakfast. It was good time and then I had to decide what I was going to do. Try and catch up with other friend's in New Jersey or head back. I decided given I was taking my time and enjoying life away from work that I would head back.

I packed up my stuff, checked some email and then started the long many hour drive back to Pittsburgh.