I’ve said before that I move to New York with the hope of meeting a Domme.
My first night in town, before unpacking, before anything, I wanted to go to a BDSM club to meet my future Domme.
I’ll admit I was in total dreamland about the local scene.
“This will be great”, I thought “I’ll meet several Dommes tonight and hopefully have a date or two setup and maybe meet my future owner. it may be best if I don’t unpack my things because she may want me to just move in with her by the end of the month”.
I had no fetish clothing of course. Why would I need any? I had never been to a BDSM club before and had no idea what to expect. Though I did imagine what it might be like.
I had spent months online, emailing people, reading up on the local scene and trying to find the best places to go. My first night was a weeknight so I knew that I would be a fairly light crowd.
I had several options of where to go but I picked one that didn’t sound so intimidating.
Calling it an event is using the term fairly generously. It was more of a gathering than an event. It was at a seedy looking bar and the cover was 30 dollars or something like that.
Ok wait. Imagine this. Farmboy from the midwest, first night in NYC, not knowing how to navigate the subways or even how to hail a cab, going into a BDSM club to find what has brought him here in the first place.
I walked in and (stupidly) was expecting to find this:
What I saw was this:
Ok..not exactly that..but basically a bunch of guys sitting around.
Then I saw her…a very attractive woman sitting on a chair with one guy on each foot worshiping her toes. I asked around and learned that she was a pro and I could worship her feet for fourty bucks or something like that.
It was a bit of a rude awakening but at least I knew what I was in for.
Obviously I had entirely the wrong impression of what the scene would be like in New York.
It’s normally not as bad as my first night out, but I suppose it’s best that I had one of my worst experiences on my first night.
Who knows, maybe there’s an alternate universe where there are a hundred Dominant women for every sub male and I am a very happy boy.
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The picture in my head was slightly different than yours but my first trip to a club was similar. Being a single female however, I was being asked by complete strangers if I wanted my toes licked. Thankfully I attended with friends and got to know people a bit before accepting the toe offer :).
Wait ….. do you hear that..I think I hear the theme to midnight cowboy….its ok we’ve all been there.
I’m glad you had a positive first trip Stephanie:)
I sometimes avoid this club because it still brings back bad memories….and sometimes brings some new ones.
Hi. I’m just over after Eileen linked over to you. And while I empathize with your first club experience, I formally protest using poor Mick Foley as a sign of badness. Foley is Good. 🙂
Ok, now that’s dedication. My first time in Amsterdam I made a bee-line for a BDSM club (I was underage by US standards at the time) and similarly it sucked.
I expect you’ve found more interesting play spaces since?
Great post and glad to hear you survived to write about it. The first time in NY can be a MFer. My first time back in the day (and yea I’m old enough to have a back in the day) was at Hellfire when it was still around. Being a gal and all the only problem I had was being one of two black women. I couldn’t walk through the place without some guy run up to me calling me Mistress (which I do not like to be called) and asking if they could do anything for me? And when I replied my car stalled, do you think you can push it home for me in those shoes? They acted like I was asking the impossible.;) Just joking. About the car part. Keep your head up.
I going to assume you went to Paddles. That isn’t necessarly the best place to meet someone. There are a lot of male gawkers and weekend bottoms hanging out there. Going to TES classes and events will work much better.