Derek's Wild Adventures at an all Leather Fetish Fiesta By Derek Vitalio In some ways my job, as a teacher of seduction, is to learn about odd social situations most men haven’t ventured into as well as explore alternative avenues for meeting women. And besides, I like to try new things in general. I’d suggest that anyone who wants to master the art of seduction to be curious and be open minded about new things. So why not go to a fetish party. I don’t mean a gothic club, but a strict dress code fetish party. No jeans allowed and bring your bitch boots and whip. After paying the cover, I’m barely in the door when I bump into this HUGE dude being led on a… leash. This “man-slave” of sorts strutted past in a woman’s corset, high heals, and a black leather head mask that covered his entire face. His “mistress”, a hottie dressed in all black lace negligee, led him around on a damn leash. I was staring so hard I almost tripped over a midget-dude dressed in a white, full, body tights who was jumping around (dancing?) like a white, Keebler Elf gone berserk. In another room I watched as a school-girl Britney look alike (think of the music video for “One more time”) was tied up with pink plastic tubing against an industrial-metal backboard while getting cat-licked from head to toe by two other chicks. I watched as the Black Leather Cowboy – some dude dressed in leather pants and wearing a straw cowboy hat with a black lasso on his belt – approached a few girls without hesitation, something I don’t see too often. I moved in closer to listen to see what was up. He was asking this one girl a bunch of lame questions like, “So how do you like the party?” and “How old are you?” but he had a lively energy in his voice and came across confident so he had her interest. Next thing I knew, he started reading her palm using the same material from my book Palm Reading for Seduction! It was cool to watch a student in action, incognito style. Not to mention, she was going nuts over it. “Hey dude,” I said, interrupting his pickup. “Hey, what’s up..” “You know, you’ve got some game. You know Derek Vitalio?” I asked him. “Yeah.. Derek Vitalio… you know of him...?” “Hell, I know him. I **am** Derek.” I then turn to his own set of chicks and start introducing him to them like he’s my best buddy and that how he’s such a cool guy, even though I don’t even know his name. The chicks are all into me and the Black Leather Cowboy, and I start honing in on this one cutie in the set wearing a black shiny, latex mini-skirt and red fire bitch-boots. “Ooh… I like those boots,” I tell her. “You’re bad. You’re naughty… very naughty.” “Yeah…” “No,” I tell her, “I mean you’re BAD, like **really** BAD.” “Hmm, not always,” she said with a smile, blushing like I had her exposed. “Did I tell you to talk,” I said with a smile. “Ooh, master has to punish you.” “No, I’m a good girl…” “Did I tell you to talk? You need a good spanking by master.” I tell Black Leather Cowboy to give me his lasso. “Bend over,” I tell her as I unravel the lasso in my hands. “You need a good flogging, you bad bad girl.” She doesn’t do it, so I kind of just grab her and turn her around. She doesn’t resist so I start spanking her ass lightly with the lasso. Not hard, just lightly just in case she’d freak. “Bad girl, bad, bad,” I tell her. Her friends start looking with big grins on their faces (okay… these aren’t your typical clubber chicks you can probably tell already). I lift up her skirt and start spanking her till her ass cheeks are red. She’s into it. Shit. Then again, some chick was tied up in pink tubing upstairs getting licked all over while a drunk, white Keebler Elf did the chicken dance, so this wasn’t that much weirder. Anyway, if you want to experience something different and meet some *freaky* girls, as well as try on a new persona yourself, attend your local leather fetish party and do some palm readings. Just don’t tell mom about it ;) Best Regards, Derek Vitalio This article is taken from Seductive Science, Used with Permission
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