The Kit Kat Klub in Berlin
Before I begin I need to give two definitions for those of you who live outside the US. These descriptions are taken from the Urban Dictionary found here
http://www.urbandictionary.com
Booshie (slang) - a. Pretentious. Probably derived from "bourgeois" = middle-class, conventional values and materialism. b. Someone stuck up, considers themselves better than others, talks, acts, and thinks they are the shit and cocky.
Slum (also slang) - a. Poor quality, poor performance, not necessarily referring to poverty. A sad, destitute state. Evidence of decline (in quality).
As a very open minded person I attract all kinds of people in my life. I’m excellent at allowing people to be themselves as long as they are not drama queens. I also have zero tolerance for emotional vampires and the “poor me” people. Anywho, back to what I was saying. I have ghetto friends and I have booshie friends. Personally I considered myself in between. A little mixture of both. That is until I went to Berlin’s Kit Kat Klub. OMG! Let me tell ya'll something. After attending that club I realized that when it comes to BDSM and D/s I am booshie as they come. Now my girl dante_posh , she the princess of booshie but even I out did her this past Saturday.
I have been to many kink clubs around the world so I can tell the difference between the good ones from the bad ones. For the record, The Kit Kat Klub in Munich is VERY GOOD. I highly recommend this club. It’s full of great people with lots of eye candy for both men and women. Lots of individual rooms for kink play, sex, swinging, talking, etc. I’m not gonna give a full review on KKKlub in Munich. All I’m gonna say is that it’s probably one of the best fetish clubs I ever been to. If you decide to go, you will not be disappointed. I promise!
The KKKlub in Berlin (in my opinion) is the slum of all fetish clubs in Germany. I will never bring my sexy ass to that place again. First of all, let’s talk about the club itself. The front part had white leather furniture with unidentifiable stains in them. After sitting in a small pile of gum over 10 years ago I’ve been looking where I sit ever since. When I kept seeing too many stains on those coaches I opt for a wooden chair instead.
The music was good but in the dancing area there was a small stage with three stripper poles and a very obese half naked woman (with zero rhythm) dancing on it. She occupied the entire mini stage with breast sagging all the way down to her knees. She had so many rolls of fat on her body that the michelin man would look in envy. I wanted so badly to walk up to old girl and tell her to put some damn clothes on because she’s weakening my stomach but she was so high off her ass that my words would have been pointless. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one who should have put on some clothes. Two very old wrinkled up men decided that it was a good idea to walk around the entire club butt ass naked. Both hung like ants on a cold winter’s day. YUK! This club had is fair share of senior citizens. I don’t know if there was a discount on people over 60 that night but seeing a bunch of elders in a kink club was not the business!
Another downer was the smoking. It seemed like everybody (except the ladies I was with) was smoking in there. The ceilings were so low that the cigarette smoke filled the entire club. My clothes, hair and body reeked of cigarette smoke. Apparently the cigarette ban was not enforced in this club and it looks like it never will. OH! OH! But I’m not finished. The only eye candy up in there were the gay men. I shit you not. Mostly everybody in there looked like shit except the gays. All the men with great bodies were gay. All the men who were attractive were gay. All the men who had rhythm on the dance floor were gay. All the men who wore anything remotely fetish were gay. Now as a certified “hag” this was very pleasing to my eyes however, I don’t get off on salivating over food I’ll never eat for long so I stopped watching the beautiful gay men and focused on getting some fresh air (which was a big fail but that’s another story).
Oh wait, I forgot to mention something else. Unlike the KKKlub in Munich this one had zero playing equipment. No crosses, spanking benches, suspension racks. …………NOTHING! There also weren't any private playing rooms. No swingers rooms, No voyeur/exhibitionist room. No performance stage. Nothing! In short it was just a smoked infested slum hole full of people who looked like the inbreds rednecks from True Blood (minus the gays).This club was nothing like the one in Munich.
When it comes to this lifestyle I am a booshie bitch. This is why I ONLY accept high quality bottoms to be my private slaves. If you see me call someone “My slave” you can rest assure that they are top notch. I also associate myself with high quality dommes. If you’re a poser and have the nerve to call yourself Mistress, Lady, Goddess, Domina, etc I won’t have anything to do with you. The same goes for these dommes who are so hard up for money that they throw frequent walmart specials with an occasional dick suck in order to get sessions.
The kink clubs that I have attended in Berlin are beneath me. I refuse to go to another one. From now on the only thing I will attend in Berlin are fetish conventions, Avalon play parties and private events. My days of lowering my standards for these slum fetish clubs here in Berlin are over. In my opinion the Kit Kat Klub in Berlin is for the common people while the Kit Kat Klub in Munich is for the people with class.
Hmmmm? Let me change that up a bit because that sound too harsh. OK, I'll rewrite it in a better way.
The Kit Kat Klub in Berlin is for people who eat with their hands while the Kat Kat Klub in Munich is for people who eat with utensils.
There! That sounds better. **snickers**
Goddess Amazon
http://www.urbandictionary.com
Booshie (slang) - a. Pretentious. Probably derived from "bourgeois" = middle-class, conventional values and materialism. b. Someone stuck up, considers themselves better than others, talks, acts, and thinks they are the shit and cocky.
Slum (also slang) - a. Poor quality, poor performance, not necessarily referring to poverty. A sad, destitute state. Evidence of decline (in quality).
As a very open minded person I attract all kinds of people in my life. I’m excellent at allowing people to be themselves as long as they are not drama queens. I also have zero tolerance for emotional vampires and the “poor me” people. Anywho, back to what I was saying. I have ghetto friends and I have booshie friends. Personally I considered myself in between. A little mixture of both. That is until I went to Berlin’s Kit Kat Klub. OMG! Let me tell ya'll something. After attending that club I realized that when it comes to BDSM and D/s I am booshie as they come. Now my girl dante_posh , she the princess of booshie but even I out did her this past Saturday.
I have been to many kink clubs around the world so I can tell the difference between the good ones from the bad ones. For the record, The Kit Kat Klub in Munich is VERY GOOD. I highly recommend this club. It’s full of great people with lots of eye candy for both men and women. Lots of individual rooms for kink play, sex, swinging, talking, etc. I’m not gonna give a full review on KKKlub in Munich. All I’m gonna say is that it’s probably one of the best fetish clubs I ever been to. If you decide to go, you will not be disappointed. I promise!
The KKKlub in Berlin (in my opinion) is the slum of all fetish clubs in Germany. I will never bring my sexy ass to that place again. First of all, let’s talk about the club itself. The front part had white leather furniture with unidentifiable stains in them. After sitting in a small pile of gum over 10 years ago I’ve been looking where I sit ever since. When I kept seeing too many stains on those coaches I opt for a wooden chair instead.
The music was good but in the dancing area there was a small stage with three stripper poles and a very obese half naked woman (with zero rhythm) dancing on it. She occupied the entire mini stage with breast sagging all the way down to her knees. She had so many rolls of fat on her body that the michelin man would look in envy. I wanted so badly to walk up to old girl and tell her to put some damn clothes on because she’s weakening my stomach but she was so high off her ass that my words would have been pointless. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one who should have put on some clothes. Two very old wrinkled up men decided that it was a good idea to walk around the entire club butt ass naked. Both hung like ants on a cold winter’s day. YUK! This club had is fair share of senior citizens. I don’t know if there was a discount on people over 60 that night but seeing a bunch of elders in a kink club was not the business!
Another downer was the smoking. It seemed like everybody (except the ladies I was with) was smoking in there. The ceilings were so low that the cigarette smoke filled the entire club. My clothes, hair and body reeked of cigarette smoke. Apparently the cigarette ban was not enforced in this club and it looks like it never will. OH! OH! But I’m not finished. The only eye candy up in there were the gay men. I shit you not. Mostly everybody in there looked like shit except the gays. All the men with great bodies were gay. All the men who were attractive were gay. All the men who had rhythm on the dance floor were gay. All the men who wore anything remotely fetish were gay. Now as a certified “hag” this was very pleasing to my eyes however, I don’t get off on salivating over food I’ll never eat for long so I stopped watching the beautiful gay men and focused on getting some fresh air (which was a big fail but that’s another story).
Oh wait, I forgot to mention something else. Unlike the KKKlub in Munich this one had zero playing equipment. No crosses, spanking benches, suspension racks. …………NOTHING! There also weren't any private playing rooms. No swingers rooms, No voyeur/exhibitionist room. No performance stage. Nothing! In short it was just a smoked infested slum hole full of people who looked like the inbreds rednecks from True Blood (minus the gays).This club was nothing like the one in Munich.
When it comes to this lifestyle I am a booshie bitch. This is why I ONLY accept high quality bottoms to be my private slaves. If you see me call someone “My slave” you can rest assure that they are top notch. I also associate myself with high quality dommes. If you’re a poser and have the nerve to call yourself Mistress, Lady, Goddess, Domina, etc I won’t have anything to do with you. The same goes for these dommes who are so hard up for money that they throw frequent walmart specials with an occasional dick suck in order to get sessions.
The kink clubs that I have attended in Berlin are beneath me. I refuse to go to another one. From now on the only thing I will attend in Berlin are fetish conventions, Avalon play parties and private events. My days of lowering my standards for these slum fetish clubs here in Berlin are over. In my opinion the Kit Kat Klub in Berlin is for the common people while the Kit Kat Klub in Munich is for the people with class.
Hmmmm? Let me change that up a bit because that sound too harsh. OK, I'll rewrite it in a better way.
The Kit Kat Klub in Berlin is for people who eat with their hands while the Kat Kat Klub in Munich is for people who eat with utensils.
There! That sounds better. **snickers**
Goddess Amazon