VIP Pass to Pervert Paradise
By Guy Gonzalez
Hustler Magazine
August 2005
Cover mention : Crashing a Fetish party
For more than half an hour my date and I watch an unnerving performance by a dominatrix named Mystic and a Mr. Rack. While her geriatric slave is bent over a bench, the young Mistress mercilessly pummels the man’s backdoor with a nine-inch black strap-on dildo. Finally, when Mystic pulls out, Mr. Rack gets down on his knees. Offered the sodomist’s makeshift member, he licks off his own shit.
This is Peepshow, an underground, invitation-only loft party hosted by New York’s famed hedonist Master Steelow. To ensure that everything proceeds without a hitch, the bash’s latest location is always undisclosed until a few days beforehand, and the secret password is tendered only to a chosen few. The theme of tonight’s event is “Eyes Wide Shut,” just like the Stanley Kubrick flick. And I have accidentally received an invite.
Accompanied by an open-minded lady friend, I find myself in a commercial building not far from Madison Square Garden. Upon entering, we encounter an elaborate contraption resembling a treadmill. Trapped underneath in a black cocoon is a gentleman who calls himself Gimp. As sexy doms take turns trouncing and stepping on the guy, digging their heeled shoes into his torso, he barely squirms. Gimp’s ordeal is a mere sideshow, for the cavernous loft is crawling with absurdity.
Snaking through the crowd, I spot a jumbo transvestite cat-woman in a corseted rubber suit. As if feline ears and a tail weren’t strange enough, the dude is being tugged around on a leash tied to his dick by a petite Latina perched on blood red boots. Nearby, suspended by harnesses, two nude lovebirds are enjoying sex on an adult-size swing set.
Each nook and cranny of the loft reveals acts kinkier than the last: spankings by cross-dressers, nipple torture, people being ridden like horses. In the Erotic Massage Room, my date and I watch four girls engaging in a free-spirited romp on a table, while nearby pud pullers squirt in disgrace.
Sprawled out just a few feet away is a lovely Asian concubine panting orgasms. Four men and a chick take turns sticker their fingers inside her. Simultaneously, two slaves suck on the doll’s delicate toes.
We meander to the Pitch Black Room. Standing guard is the menacing Lady Malice, who asks, “Are you two together?” I profusely nod yes, and with a toothy grin, my lady escorts me in. “I’m gonna clean this young man’s pipes,” purrs Lady Malice. “I’m like Drano!”
I dodge the offer long enough to catch threesomes and foursomes break from the main heap of copulating nudity. Then I witness someone trying to touch Lady Malice. Realizing his mistake, the poor sap begs forgiveness. She responds by pissing on him.
Overwhelmingly, the scene involved women on top and men groveling on their knees. We watch a girl extinguish a cigarette on a guy’s tongue. Then, in a dark corner, I notice two Goth lovelies who appear to be practicing improvisational dance steps. Upon closer inspection, I discover the babes are digging their spiked heels into the balls of a man sheathed in black, lying on his back and wincing in pain.
As the bizarre evening grinds to morning, I find the ringmaster himself, Master Steelow, doling out discipline near some massive wooden crosses. He’s flogging the rump of the delectable Desdemonia, pausing periodically to kiss her slowly and passionately.
“My fetish parties are the defining example of what a fetish party should be,” the impresario boasts. “They are the real deal.”
Yeah the real deal, but maybe a little too real for this accidental tourist.
Writer/artist Guy Gonzales – a contributor to such magazines as Vibe, Time Out New York, Swank and Screw – created illustrations for rapper Foxy Brown’s website. His transgressive life is documented in the A&E biography Times Square.
