Month of May 2010, the party now over for us. There remain many beautiful and hot memories on the subject of fetish and BDSM, and even the task of the night at the Fashion Night Scopas to put into words.
Me and my slave stood for the first time in full fetish outfit already at 17.00 clock in the after-hours jam samsttäglichen and leisure traffic. So there we stood, wrapped in our elegant and erotic latex and leather. I with red-glowing manga wig driving and my slave with personal touch collar, nylon catsuit and leather corset in the front seat. In the car behind us Landler friends in colorful garb, before us a large Muslim family with headscarf-wearing women and the right overtaking, a group of shaven-headed, bad guys in riot gear, the car was only held together by rust.
The little joke with burqa-wearing women I screw me, unfortunately it did not correspond to fact. But it would have been an amusing and probably the greatest contrast in all these clothes actually coincident clichés. The burqa is indeed quite a bizarre dress code of Muslim and Switzerland so rare that he actually would rather fall under the Endangered Species Act, prohibited as legal.
On the way towards Lucerne we had picked two girlfriends. A lesbian couple, that for the first time went to a fetish party and had made it really nice. My slave was also a little nervous with three feisty women in the car and would have liked transported very back of the slave cage. How it would have actually also heard for his stand. But the lady was the social contact among the carpool preference. To squeeze a decision against the hot kick, but also the difficulty of a strictly korsettieren slaves in the tight little part as well to get him with akzepablem time to get out again and all this without any significant injuries.