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The Club
the pink bunny
checks my ID
takes my money
and affixes a plastic bracelet to my wrist
i stroll through
the entry
into
a wonderland
black walls draped
with red tapestry
dark ceiling punctuated
with tiny lights and glitter
on the walls framed images
of slaves on their knees
jet clad masters wielding terrifying whips
couples performing unspeakable acts
this is my zone of comfort
the place where
my dark twisted deviant desires
can become reality without judgement
on the contrary with acceptance
and from some
even admiration or adulation
no drugs or alcohol here
(nothing to dull the senses impair judgement
or mar the psychedelic nature of this place)
this dark steamy netherworld
this is the place
where the freaks gather
the misfits
and outcasts
those who thrive
on the edge
the fringe
the margins
scanning the floor
there are
submissives crawling
slaves serving
Masters commanding and being obeyed
an acquaintance smiles
pulls up her blouse to show her bruises
another bends over to display his stripes
all equal here
black white yellow red
queer straight bi gay lesbian
cis trans asexual
mono poly ambi
top bottom switch
participant voyeur
fetishists
in leather
lace
chains
formal attire or no attire
bulls with muscles on muscles
bears with hair even you know where
seductive mistresses
gothic beauties in black camouflage
dykes more masculine than most men
faeries with wings pinned to their flesh
garish nuns and pervy priests
latex clad beings hooded hobbled and gagged
littles with blankies pacifiers and stuffies
comic book heroes in capes and boots
police with batons and handcuffs
cowboys with spurs and lassos
arab kings with their harems
alien beings with ray guns
vikings with horns
highlanders in kilts
beauty queens
doctors nurses
patients in straightjackets
medieval knights
damsels in distress
echoes of victorian linguistics
‘yes Sir’ ‘no Sir’ “thank you ma’am’
‘if it pleases Mistress’
‘of course my lord’
the most common greetings
“do you hug?”
“do you mind if i hug you?”
“can I have a hug?”
“would you like a hug”
puppies wag
kitties crawl
foxes slink
ponies trot
leashes
muzzles
bits and blinders
corsets
cock rings
chastity belts
daddy doms
with little girls draped across their laps
elders and youth frolicking
racks and crosses
water boards
and gold-trimmed cages
some folk
just hang around
from rope
or suspended blissfully
by hooks through their hide
no bills to pay no taxes here
altered states abound
anticipation
euphoria
sub space
energetic fields
and auras
surround
toy bags and toolkits
brimming
with dildos vibrators lube by the gallon
canes floggers whips clamps
needles and other sharp things
no mommies or daddies
to tell us what to do
unless it’s role play
negotiated and agreed
no wars
except with squirt guns
or water balloons
no fighting
except in the mud pit
or the primal room
static charges and electronic wizardry
for some lucky tormented souls
ZAP, SIZZLE,
yelps
nervous laughter
and orgasmic groans
no bombs
no famine
no disasters
humans marked
with welts and stripes
pierced and tatted
collared and crowned
thumping tympanic rhythms blare
punctuated by moans
shouts cries giggles
maniacal laughter
muffled conversations
whispered secrets
smell of sweat
hormones
sex and perfume
tobacco and leather
this is my zone of comfort
the place where
my dark twisted deviant desires
can become reality without judgement
this is the place
to find my prey
and devour them
body mind and soul
this is the place
where the freaks gather
the misfits
and outcasts
all the same
in their own unique way
hungry thirsty cold hot
horny scared forgiving
sad happy weak strong
playful
inside the costume
under the skin
beautiful
flawed perfection
human
this is the place
where i feel
accepted
wanted
needed
safe
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
checks my ID
takes my money
and affixes a plastic bracelet to my wrist
i stroll through
the entry
into
a wonderland
black walls draped
with red tapestry
dark ceiling punctuated
with tiny lights and glitter
on the walls framed images
of slaves on their knees
jet clad masters wielding terrifying whips
couples performing unspeakable acts
this is my zone of comfort
the place where
my dark twisted deviant desires
can become reality without judgement
on the contrary with acceptance
and from some
even admiration or adulation
no drugs or alcohol here
(nothing to dull the senses impair judgement
or mar the psychedelic nature of this place)
this dark steamy netherworld
this is the place
where the freaks gather
the misfits
and outcasts
those who thrive
on the edge
the fringe
the margins
scanning the floor
there are
submissives crawling
slaves serving
Masters commanding and being obeyed
an acquaintance smiles
pulls up her blouse to show her bruises
another bends over to display his stripes
all equal here
black white yellow red
queer straight bi gay lesbian
cis trans asexual
mono poly ambi
top bottom switch
participant voyeur
fetishists
in leather
lace
chains
formal attire or no attire
bulls with muscles on muscles
bears with hair even you know where
seductive mistresses
gothic beauties in black camouflage
dykes more masculine than most men
faeries with wings pinned to their flesh
garish nuns and pervy priests
latex clad beings hooded hobbled and gagged
littles with blankies pacifiers and stuffies
comic book heroes in capes and boots
police with batons and handcuffs
cowboys with spurs and lassos
arab kings with their harems
alien beings with ray guns
vikings with horns
highlanders in kilts
beauty queens
doctors nurses
patients in straightjackets
medieval knights
damsels in distress
echoes of victorian linguistics
‘yes Sir’ ‘no Sir’ “thank you ma’am’
‘if it pleases Mistress’
‘of course my lord’
the most common greetings
“do you hug?”
“do you mind if i hug you?”
“can I have a hug?”
“would you like a hug”
puppies wag
kitties crawl
foxes slink
ponies trot
leashes
muzzles
bits and blinders
corsets
cock rings
chastity belts
daddy doms
with little girls draped across their laps
elders and youth frolicking
racks and crosses
water boards
and gold-trimmed cages
some folk
just hang around
from rope
or suspended blissfully
by hooks through their hide
no bills to pay no taxes here
altered states abound
anticipation
euphoria
sub space
energetic fields
and auras
surround
toy bags and toolkits
brimming
with dildos vibrators lube by the gallon
canes floggers whips clamps
needles and other sharp things
no mommies or daddies
to tell us what to do
unless it’s role play
negotiated and agreed
no wars
except with squirt guns
or water balloons
no fighting
except in the mud pit
or the primal room
static charges and electronic wizardry
for some lucky tormented souls
ZAP, SIZZLE,
yelps
nervous laughter
and orgasmic groans
no bombs
no famine
no disasters
humans marked
with welts and stripes
pierced and tatted
collared and crowned
thumping tympanic rhythms blare
punctuated by moans
shouts cries giggles
maniacal laughter
muffled conversations
whispered secrets
smell of sweat
hormones
sex and perfume
tobacco and leather
this is my zone of comfort
the place where
my dark twisted deviant desires
can become reality without judgement
this is the place
to find my prey
and devour them
body mind and soul
this is the place
where the freaks gather
the misfits
and outcasts
all the same
in their own unique way
hungry thirsty cold hot
horny scared forgiving
sad happy weak strong
playful
inside the costume
under the skin
beautiful
flawed perfection
human
this is the place
where i feel
accepted
wanted
needed
safe
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
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