This week, I found myself strangely social again. It must be the fresh Spring weather. Last Friday, I decided to go on a little adventure with a new friend.

Dominas who Eat Well

I met the lovely Lady Saylie at a dinner she held for Madam Caramel earlier this month. I was determined to make her acquaintance and see Caramel while she was here, but I felt a severe head cold coming on, and I had to leave early as I experienced everything as if a pressurized fish bowl constrained my head.

When Saylie invited me to a get-to-know-you lunch, I readily accepted. I felt guilty having left so early. I hoped I could prove to be better company this time around.

I met her at a lovely bistro filled with Art Deco antiques, where she had reserved a cozy nook in the bar area. We spoke of our mutual travels to Cannes and the evolution of the Paris femdom scene. Last, but not least, we made plans for the BDSM club and the torments her supplicants would receive.

Les Goûters du Divin Marquis

I have not gone often to this place—this would be the second time since COVID-19—but the space remodeling is a positive addition. When things are run down, they look dirty to me, even if they are not. The sleek (easy to clean) surfaces should start to replace my previous memories of the club.

Les Goûters du Divin Marquis has been around for 21 years as the institution of straight BDSM play in Paris, run by the welcoming Ness Harper. Ness is one of the great connectors in Paris. She seems to know everyone in the scene and their stories. I could never keep track of all those faces in the dark.

After paying my cover and opting for a glass of white, I plopped down with my purse, which was heavily laden with bits of rope and a few whips. Immediately, three men approach me in various forms of black fetish attire. Each immediately recites their CV of kink, to which I nod intently before saying, “Ahhh, et je m’appelle M, comme la lettre. Et vous? Votre prénom?”

I get that this is a BDSM club and a “kinky orgy” type event. I get the fantasy that the women come there hungry to use and be used with no strings attached. It’s a cool fantasy. Me, I need more of a connection. Without connection and energy exchange, I might as well tie up and whip the chair next to me. It would complain less. I am used to this, as stated in previous posts about the BDSM party scene in Paris. At least it is at a tolerable level here.

Fortunately, Lady Saylie arrives with a slave in tow, and several men peel off the small crowd to greet her before she sits down with me. She snaps her fingers and gives sharp orders to keep her diminutive slave in line and at attention. He smiles and readily complies, happy to be included. We pick up on our chat as the disappointed, submissive would-be suitors seek other playmates.

Mistress Bettie and a second submissive soon join us, guiding us to a secluded room on the 4th floor. It was a simple, small room, painted black with a simple round bed upholstered in faux leather. Mirrors covered the walls and angled ceiling and reflected the unfortunate overhead lighting. (I cannot be the only straight person who realizes how unflattering an overhead spotlight is, could I?) It was a pleasure to see Bettie and Saylie eagerly unpack their toys and begin joyously pinching, poking, and whipping their willing supplicants. Ah, at last! I could be the voyeur I craved to be.

When they finished, I returned to the main floor to see that quite a crowd had gathered to watch submissives on either side of the stripper pole receive floggings worthy of the town’s punishment square. It’s quite elating to see couples play with abandon, relishing their exhibitionism. I was there to enjoy their show.

The Good, The Bad, The Kinky

The club is not always for me, but I enjoy my time there and the casual friendliness not always found in Paris. It feels more like a neighborhood bar, where the patrons happen to whip each other and stride around in skimpy PCV and towering platform stilettos. There is a real comradery like the mythical bar “Cheers,” and Woody, the bartender, is going to tell you all about his new cock ring.

In a world that is more and more isolating and in a city that isn’t always the most welcoming, it’s a pleasant surprise to find an actual “Third Space” in a weekly kink event.