We went to the Leather Club to find a strap-on full leather gimp suit for our dog. It’s a sausage dog, so the dimensions would have to be just right. We pushed through the heavy plastic vertical slats that you would find in any meat locker or a leather shop in Berlin and into the leather accessories section. We looked at the usual bondage masks with the zipper-faces and ball-gag mouth pieces. We checked out the garden variety leather-and-steel-ringed penis sheaths and giant black double dongs. We were starting to think this place was just way too gay for our hound dog.
“Why don’t we just take four of those leather ringy penis thingy sheaths and just put one on each of the dog’s legs?” I ventured.
“No,” she said, “those things are black leather and the dog is black. You wouldn’t even see the fucking things against his fur.”
“But they’ve got the silver ringy thingy and…”
We descended further down the rabbit hole. In the next room there was a mini bar. We each grabbed a bottle of beer before wading through the art fags who had gathered for the art show that was going on (incidentally) at the Leather Club while we happened to be shopping for our Full Doggie Jacket.
“Fear,” the barman said.
“No, I’m not afraid. I’ve seen this shit before in S.F. Giant black double dongs don’t even raise my eyebrow any more.”
“He said vier,” the guy next to him said, “Four Euro for the beers.”
“Cute dog by the way,” he added.
We gave up on asking for the doggie section. Clearly these fags were way too conservative for the kind of canine costuming we had in mind. Another back room separated by yet another wall of those heavy plastic vertical slats. We had just watched a b movie about a missing girl and a sex dungeon with hallways and rooms separated by these exact same clear plastic curtain slats. Fucking rabbits and their fucking holes.
The next room was a small boxed-in section of a corridor leading further down the rabbit hole. A small group of college-aged girls sat on a leather bench talking, drinking and smoking. A gay fuck film was projected on the wall above them. They were completely oblivious and unimpressed. We walked on. The maze continued. There were dozens of side compartments and ante rooms with the same redundant vertical plastic barriers. Some had benches and ropes. Others had handcuffs and small beds with handcuffs on the posts. It’s just not enough for some people to render a simple ass pounding. Apparently some people need the Gimp from Pulp Fiction and a bed with a set of handcuffs. There were buckets in each room and the little woman wondered what they were for and I didn’t EVEN wanna go there.
Deeper down the hole we saw a back room with more rooms and a couple of gay guys standing around. I got the words ‘hinter’ and ‘nicht’ and some head shakes. We get it. No straights allowed. We left the den of iniquity with our dog just as we had walked in. The dog looked up and wagged his tail. He would get no leather action that night.
*photo taken from a website far more depraved than this here blog