“I feel like I’m in a horror movie,” photographer, Shannon Adams said at the VIP Dungeon Party Saturday.
Fetishists with black electrical tape X-ing out nipples, PVC suits struggling to restrain curvaceous bodies, and leashes chaining submissives to their masters’ belts, roamed The Castle’s Dungeon Room. On the padded tables, beds, and couches coated in vinyl that could be easily wiped down, exhibitionists were bound, flogged, and paddled to the electro-industrial beats of DJ Rob Givens and Purple CAT. What made the scene like a horror set wasn’t the sinister outfits, but how the partiers in blood-resistant costumes were overly friendly.
This article appears in Sep 2-8, 2009.