Chapter 1
Hellfire Club : a long time ago, 1997ish
I saw an add for the Hellfire Club Birthday Party and thought it would be good for a laugh, so I rang my cool friends which are always up for fun but only one was available. We stopped off at the leagues club to try to get some friends to come, but as usual they do their 'soft c__k' impression and chicken out, except for one cool dude. He had a cousin who just few in from Greece and we told him it's a special nightclub, so he came as well. This was going to be his first taste of Sydney.
We rocked up to the Black Market Club, this was the before the shootings. The building looked run down and dingy, the bouncer at the door looked rough as well, the door bitch was in full fetish and wasn't much better. The boys looked at me and you could see what they were thinking, WTF have you got us into, most of us have been around so we said 'stuff it' and went inside. We got there too early and the place was pretty empty so we went for a walk. There wasn't many lights so it was fairly dark, the walls were painted matt black with lines and graffiti in that cheap florescent paint that shows up under ultra violet light, it looked like those cheap Ghost Train rides at the travelling circus.
The place was just a lot of rooms with the doors removed so they linked each other, even the cubicles in the dunny didn't have doors so you couldn't shoot up, the floors were bare wood and it smelt old and mouldy, it gave a pretty bad impression. So we move on to the next room and there are three pool tables each with a hot girl in lingerie standing next to them. The thing was if you wanted to play pool you had to play the girls, and damn they were good, they were hard to beat and if you started winning they would do something provocative to put you off. One guy was on the black so the girl sat on the corner of the table above the pocket he was aiming for and spread her legs down each cushion putting her crotch on the pocket, and guess what , he misses a certain shot and she cleans up, things may be looking up.
We find some stairs and go upstairs, more dark rooms, a dance room with a small raised floor and lights with dance music, more pools tables and girls and a main room in the middle. In the main room fetish type people were tying ropes to a rack setting up candles and paraphernalia. We did some asking and the show would start in a hour so we watched some U.S. fetish movies on the TV, it was delightful, there was a guy lying in a bath tub in a toilet while guys piss on him, which is OK as the tub was only half full, any more than that and it would be sick, but it's cool I've seen worst.
The show was about to start so people started gathering in the main room. The crowd consisted of young up and coming professionals, suits, well dressed 20-30 year olds . like North Shore trendy yuppies, generally good lookers. The mistress is very big and but shapely, she's wearing fishnets and a short leather skirt barely covering that huge arse, leather top and some chains for effect. She walks into the audience and grabs a guy by the throat and pulls him on stage. 'Take off your shirt' she orders and the guy obeys, she attach's a dog collar to his neck and clips a lead on, 'take off your pants' was the next order, and the guy takes them off. She leads him to a table where a girl is sitting and she says, 'kiss her foot', he kneels down and kiss her shoe, next she pulls on the lead and leads him across the room to a guys foot, 'kiss it' she says, he complies, this happens about five times when she grabs a whip and forces the handle into his back and says, 'lie down'. The guy in his undies is lying face down when she asks the audience, 'who wants to stand on him', four pretty girls rush out and remove their shoes and trample him, two on his back, one on his ass grinding his dick into the floor boards and one trampling his legs. I think these girls were getting off because they were stomping pretty hard, kinda like squashing grapes, after 5min the mistress says enough and the girls return to their seats, next she tells him to get on all fours and promptly lays her whips and apparatus on his back and that's where he stayed for the next 3 hours, a table for her tools.
Next she grabs another guy, he was average height maybe late twenties, fairly average except bald, he is wearing a business shirt and slacks. She removes his shirt and puts him up against the easel type rack, back facing us, and proceeds to tie him to the frame. After he is secure she reaches into his pockets and removes his possessions. Moving back to her human table she grabs the smallest lash with tails about 150mm long, and whacks the guy three times on the ass in quick succession, there is no response from the guy, so she whacks him five more times but harder, no response, so another five whacks but harder again, no response, now she really heaves into it and gives him more, but no response, now shes whacking with all her force, but still nothing. Giving him a break she comes up behind him and starts kneading his ass then presses her big leather and chain clad body hard up against his body and runs her leather gloves up and down his chest. Bondage is as much sensations as pain, each quick pain session is followed by a small touching session as a kind of break. Back to the table and she grabs a metal studded paddle which she proceeds to slowly run up and down his back, she runs it down to his ass and pushes it hard into his flesh with little rotating movements letting the studs do their job, then as quick as a blink, Whack!, Whack!, Whack!, each new hit harder than the last, she repeats the rubbing and paddling cycle for about five minutes. As a kind of a break she used the lash as a brush on his body, rubbing his neck, across his shoulders, up and down his sides, under his arms(you would think he was ticklish but he didn't flinch), down his spine, and finishing of with small playful hits on his back.Now the mistress steps it up a notch and grabs the next lash, about 300mm long, and repeats the soft start and ends with the full on blows, she was sparing no quarter at the end and looking from the outside it looked fairly brutal, but this guy didn't move or squirm or say a word. After this pain session she grabs some candles and drips some drops of hot wax on his back, she then tips the candle upside down and starts a constant drip going which she deposits on various places across his back. After a while she grabs an ice cube using it to remove the wax and cool his back, she repeats this hot and cold session for quite a while. Now came her biggest lash around 600mm long, she stood back and started spinning it above her head in big circles, the circle was so big the audience was recoiling each time the tips of leather whizzed past their faces, then WHACK!, she stops and the room went silent, she was waiting for a response to see if he could take it, but none came, another four massive whacks and she stops, silence, she walks up and presses against his back and puts her hands in the pockets of his loose fitting pants and starts playing with his dick. This continued for a couple minutes then she stepped back and delivered five more blows, this is where the guy finally put his hand up, he had enough, she got up behind him again, and what looked like to us, jerked him off through his pants pockets, I don't know if she finished him off but she was there for a while. Man that was impressive he took a hell of a beating in that 40 min session and the mistress was giving no mercy. I don't know how he took it, he didn't even flinch.
Now it was time for the girls, she singled out one of medium height, black slightly curly medium length hair, mid twenties, nice face. She and her helper removed first her top, then dress and finally her bra. She had a voluptuous sexy body ,no waif just a real womans body, nice tits of a good size. She had black underwear of a shear kind of see through type except for the important areas, funny how I remember that. After tying her facing the rack the mistresses helper now took over. He was short, thin, with blond hair and full fetish garb, kind of gay fetish looking, he was to be the master now. With the guys the main theme is pain but with the girls the theme is sensations. He grabbed a feather and gently ran it around her back , he push her hair aside and brushed her neck and then her ear, which made her flinch, going down her back to her armpits and sides gave the usual response, she was ticklish, but powerless to resist. The feather danced around her ass then quickly to her feet and then gently running up the inside of her legs to her inner thigh just short of her crotch. Next came the paddle rubbing and a few small whacks to the ass. Then the small lash, brushing the leather tails across her body. He gives her a hit but she jumps so he tones it down with random light hits that still make her jump but punctuated with a lot off rubbing. Next he rubs the lash handle between her legs rubbing on her crotch letting the leather tails brush her inside thighs.They untie her and spin her around facing the audience and retie her back to the rack, the master starts dripping wax from the candle on her tits slowly at first and then faster, she doesn't seem to mind. He brushes the wax off and runs an ice cube over her breasts circling the areola and running it under her tits. Then he gets one of those candles in a glass that had been burning for an hour and tips the contents on her breast, about half a cup for hot wax splatters over her breast and solidifies in a sheet, by the time he's finished her chest looks like a wax mold, but it doesn't have an effect on her. He brushes the wax off and grabs a pitcher of water and ice and places her tit in it but above the water line, he tips the pitcher up keeping the seal on her breasts and shakes, she didn't like that, her whole chest sinks in and recoils as she tries to hunch over but is restricted by the ropes. The other one gets the same treatment with the same result.After the hot and cold torture the master clips a peg on her nipple and then the other, he gives them a flick and plays with them for a while. He then adds another peg, then another, then more, all over her breasts. They resembled a porcupine by the time he was finished, he now grabs a lash and stands by her side and lines up the lash and whacks down on the peg ends removing them in a pinch on the tit type release. It takes a few hits and he removes all except the stubborn nipple ones, he has to hit them hard to get them to release. He grabs a riding crop, a riding crop consists of a handle, slender shaft and a leather flap of about 25mm square on the end. The flap is what he uses to gently brushes her neck and cheek, then down through her cleavage and across the underside of each breast. He gives the crop little shakes and the flap on the end pivots creating a little flapping tip type motion. He gives her erect nipples a little flapping on their tips, then a bit of patting on the meaty part of each breast. He presses the crop into the breast until the shaft bends with the force, he runs it down her stomach playing with her belly button. Next he kneels down and starts working her lower body, running the crop end between her toes and then slowly brushing it up the inside of her legs then up her inner thighs. Now he starts working directly on her crotch running the flap back and forth over her undies from the pelvic bone down to the peritoneum getting faster and faster. He stops, then starts flapping the crop tip on her clitoral area, her legs open wider for better access, he repeats the rubbing and flapping, the flapping starts making her body raise. He puts the crop down and reaches between her legs and grabs a strategically placed rope that is hanging behind her, he uses his forearm, which has a leather sleeve with metal studs on it, as a leaver pivoting at the rope so he can apply pressure hard against her crotch. He starts moving his forearm in and out with a type of sawing motion with the metal studs rippling across her crotch with each thrust, her legs open more, he continues and starts going faster. He stops and tries to lift her with his forearm pushing the studs hard into her and then continues the sawing but with some twisting motion again, faster and faster. Then BAM she spasms and snaps her legs shut tightly clamping his arm solid, she has a few shakes. Then after a while she slowly relaxes her legs releasing his trapped arm. He gives her a gentle rub to ease her down. She was on the rack for about an hour and we though that show was pretty good and couldn't be topped and it was getting late so we decided to leave. Our tourists friend was a bit flummoxed but was cool and liked it, imagine the stories he's taking back to Greece. Yeah I'm in the country one day and we went to a B&D club.
I went one other time but the scene went a bit hard core, it's not really for the public anymore as you need to be in fetish cloths just to get in, not a problem for me, but it just seemed seedy the second time. But that's another story.
Chapter 2
18.07.08 : Pellfire @ The Hellfire Club : The Gaff
After my Hellfire blog I thought I should go and see what's changed.
I headed up to Oxford street and got to the Gaff, the doorman said the Hellfire is around the back down the dark alley. It looked bad but when you enter the club it's a whole different story. Unlike the Blackmarket club, which was run down, the new club is great, it's kinda dungeony but new dungeony. One side of the club has sandstone walls that look like the were chiselled out by convicts, but were blasted clean and looked new, and coupled with the subdued lighting it looked the part. There was a sunken central dance floor with a hand rail circling the perimeter, there was some smaller rooms like alcoves but were fairly open so they didn't feel isolated like the Blackmarket rooms.
I got there early at 9.30pm and it was fairly empty so I grabbed a drink and lent against the wall at the back, and straight away sister Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation from the Order of Perpetual Indulgence comes up and has a chat. She had a neat red brown beard, a nose ring and a stud in his lip, and was dressed in a nuns habit. The night was called Pellfire as a reply to World Youth Day so hence the religious theme. Some people from the Wicked Doll Transformations Parlour started setting up tables nearby, they do face marking and prosthetic body part gluing, one guy got metal studs glued to his back in a diamond shape.
I sat down on a bench opposite the main bar and watched the fashion show pass by, to enter you have to be in fetish clothing, and WOW what fashions. A couple in there mid to late 30's stood at the bar opposite me, he had a bit of a gut with a tight red shirt and the tightest pair of black shorts, she had covering her nice body red lingerie and a red corset. I was sitting down so my eye level was crotch height so I had her bare arse in my face for the next hour but I wasn't complaining. Then one scantily clad middle aged man walked past, he had a see through scrotal pouch in his G-string displaying his furry gooseberries and now I was complaining. I love the fashions, the girls were in tight bondage, Gothic, medieval, nuns, school girl, nurse, some had very sexy short skirts some had mid length more conservative dresses but were in leather so were still hot. One had a fishnet top and no bra so she was practically topless. As matter of fact 95% of the girls looked beautiful, and especially the larger ones with their tight fitting corsets which pushed their bust up. I only saw one unattractive girl and due to the poor light I found out latter was a guy in a dress. The fashions was worth the entry price alone. After seeing so many pretty girls I looked around and couldn't see much eye candy for the girls, most of the men were covered up and the ones exposing flesh were too old and had beer guts and should of been covered up. Latter on younger guys turned up and there usual outfit was black leather pants and shirtless, so there was something for the girls. Even one girl copied the boys and went around topless.
At 11:00pm an announcement was made that there was shows at 11:30pm and 1:30am but now the members of the Order of Perpetual Indulgence would make a speech to start the evening. So we huddled around the dance floor that had a small stage at the back, as the club was quickly filling it was a bit hard to see but you saw enough. Come 11:30 two people come out on stage dressed as bishops, the music starts and they start dancing around, after a while they take their hats off and reveal two girls with Sinead O'Connor type black stubble hair cuts and painted on moustaches. They dance some more and remove their robes and expose their topless bodies with strap-ons, the grab their cocks and remove the condoms and start playing with them. Next they drop to the ground and splash fake blood over each other from a bowl placed on the stage. They finished off with simulated sex in different positions.
Thinking the B&D was the main show I headed to the small section where the restraint frame was setup and took a prime location opposite. I was wondering how they were going to put a show on in such a small location as the old Hellfire show needed a lot of room. A girl came up to the frame and the guy running the B&D tied her up and started giving her some small slaps and then got a cane and gave her a couple of light whacks and untied her. The same thing happened with the next girl. I was wondering what was going on as this used to be the main show at the old Hellfire. Then a girl came up and dropped the front of her dress, always facing back to us, and I thought now the serious stuff would start, but the guy gave her some slapping up and down her bare back. Then her boyfriend came up and tongue kissed her while the master gave her some hits with the cane. This is when I realised the B&D was just a side show sampler for any audience member who wanted a slight taste of B&D. To me this was not even mild B&D compared to the old club and was just a gimmick to follow the theme of the club.
While the topless girl was on stage an attractive couple came up to where I was leaning against the bar, obscuring my view some what and practically rubbing against me. They started their tonsil hockey session and were wearing shiny black plastic cloths, the bad thing about black was the contrast of a pale white hand fingering each others crotches making it pretty obvious. The funny thing was she was looking at me like she wanted me to join in. After a while the boy went to the bathroom, and a short while later a friend of the girl walked passed and recognised her and then they started tongue wrestling. I then turned to the left and another couple had their hands on each others genitalia, I guess thats just what they do here. It was getting late and the place was getting packed and I thought the 1:30am show would be more of the same so I left.The only thing the old Hellfire has in common with the new one is the name, it has become more a dance type night club with a fetish theme. The actual B&D that was the main show in the past has been turned in to a novelty side show relegated to the back. Still you have to love the clothing and fashions which was not in the old club.
