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The sweet sounds of Halloween could be heard on Hollywood Boulevard. Horns honking, revelers reveling and ghouls, ghosties, faeries and sluts running rampant heading straight to the Henry Fonda for the ultimate kinky event, Bondage Ball. Such delicious fun ought not to be allowed in a town that is as dirty and as full of plastic and tinsel as Los Angeles, but lucky we are. We have the ultimate in pervy fun right at our front door. I remember the early years of Bondage Ball. Held up the street in a much smaller venue, it was enjoyable, a little darker and much more confusing. Now utilizing the two floors of the Henry Fonda, a VIP area, 2 full bars (the rooftop bar cash only), multiple DJs spinning through the night, full stage performances and Emily Marilyn becoming a regular performer for Courtney and Matthew Grimm, the Bondage Ball is the perfect event.
Walking in when you're on the guest list is much smoother now. Greeted and treated right at the door, you find a red carpet at the entrance the Henry Fonda for photos of celebs arriving at the event. Flashed by camera men instead of perverts, people get snapped and blinded by the flashes of the paparazzi. It really adds to the ambience. Such an amazing event most certainly needs a red carpet. I received my VIP pass, then headed into the event to receive a fabulous swag bag provided by Drake's of Hollywood. Snagging free porn, lube, a safe sex kit (how appropriate!) and discount coupons -- it was all quite a delight. You never know what can happen at an event like this and condoms are certainly appreciated. Things were looking up and I was barely in the door. Greeted by my favorite bartender, Christian, I headed upstairs to the very exclusive VIP area. The Bondage Ball has always provided the VIP area on the rooftop which looks over the hustle and bustle of Hollywood. Access is limited by guards who check your pass at the doorway allowing you to go upstairs. If you don't have a pass you are missing one of the best and most social parts of Bondage Ball. Paying $10 is essential to be involved in this important part of the event. In the past there has been security at the door to the patio area which was stocked vendors, booths and special performances BDSM performances. In the hall they have a revolving art show.
Having arrived early before the crowd came, I found myself surveying the upper deck of the Henry Fonda. With Cameron from Club Hell manning the DJ tables the rooftop was the perfect lounge area. Multiple awnings flanked either side of the roof with nice couches and chairs available for sitting and socializing. The bungalows were opening back for private play sessions and private encounters in well lit corners. In the center and impressive stage had been erected for professional play sessions by Simon Blaise of Cirque De Pain and the infamous Dungeon Corp, as well as professional Doms throughout the night. On the rooftop, Bondage ball party people began to arrive, and the rooftop became littered with people. First off, I started my night off with a fabulous trick or treat with the head designer and owner of Vinyl Dolls gothic Lolita clothing company, Osi and her boyfriend. She was carrying a pumpkin full of goodies and as I trick or treated some candy from her we talked about the fashion show she just threw at Club HELL and commented on the fact I was wearing her vinyl Kitty outfit with matching boot covers and fur cuffs. It certainly pays to know people in this town, especially costume designers. I chatted and wandered aimlessly across the rooftop running into the Dominatrix and Sexy Siren Fetish Jade with her gaggle of slaves trotting obediently behind her. Everyone should be so lucky!
As the night went on the Bondage Ball become less a small social event and become a thick crowd of massive proportions. I can say in the past I have never seen the Bondage Ball at Halloween this packed. Although I admit to spending a large amount of time on the rooftop socializing with the who's who of Hollywood, the main floor was dressed to impress. Intricate costumes, glowing blacklights and an amazing sounds system drew me in. Slowly the people gathered as a giant mass on the main dance floor with various stage performances throughout the night. I saw things I had never seen in the past at Bondage Ball. Piercing displays, amazing stilt walkers and some of the strangest performances you have ever been subjected to in your life. The main stage had one of the most amazing dungeon pieces I have ever seen. Dubbed the eXtreme punishment bench, it saw brave and gorgeous women throw themselves at the mercy of their Masters to be pleasured with pain on this beast. Even I was impressed by the insanity that was brought on by the performers through the night. I nearly missed the amazing main stage and the shows put on by Emily Marilyn and Vena, who are both amazing fetish models and extraordinary performers. Vena had an entourage of wicked wenches with her putting on quite a sordid display. Knowing Vena as an international superstar you would never know she is as shy and sweet as they come.
Despite the sweet air some of the girls out there may have, sexual lust was thick that night and I needed fresh air. I grabbed my date, DJ Dirtyneedle and headed back to the rooftop for some tete a tete and a make out session. As I got there I found instead I was drawn into conversation with a few friends, a foe or two and a ton of gleefully drunk strangers. I ran into some of the most amazing who's who of Hollywood there. Ila packman & Gaston, two very famous photographers about town, were there snapping the madness. I met with Eddie aka Junkie Christ who had strangely enough gotten a limo ride to the event. Strange because his general demeanor is that of any artist, constantly high and broke. Mojo of Rock City News fame was wandering the rooftop scouring the scene for fresh woman meat and boobies. The tantalizing Tessa has her massage station set up, and although it was October and a cold night, many people waited eagerly to be teased by her touch. Although you don't get a 'happy ending' with her she still will works wonders on your sore and tired body for tips. Even though I had begun to shiver under my wig and giant fur jacket I could not help but stay upstairs. With the VIP area being so popular and only one staircase being open for rooftop access the VIP line downstairs had grown unbearably long. This tuned out to be refreshing because just I was going to relent and head into the warmth Dungeon. Corp began to do show after show upstairs on a well lit stage with red lighting. Nipples were tickled, backs flogged and a gorgeous ass with panties that had "sexy" printed on them spanked. Thank god for kink! Once my very strong drink began to wear off I realized that I was going to turn into a pumpkin. The rooftop crowd began to thin around 2-ish, and I had to work in the morning. I spent a half hour saying good byes to every wonderful person I did and did not know on the way out. So many beautiful costumes and lovely smiles it was almost impossible to get out of the Henry Fonda. By the time I got home my head was buzzing with the delight of sugar, rum and excitement. After all that excitement I nodded off with a huge smile on my face. Bondage Ball was a raging success, and I was part of it.
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