Screw Magazine - January 2005
Master Steelow's Perverted Universe
By: Guy Gonzalez
Oct 16th, 2004, NYC. On this very night, an esoteric Epicureanism occurred, light-years from Puritanism. Peepshow, a private loft party shrouded in mystery, premiered their latest monthly installment, ‘Eyes Wide Shut’. Presiding over this event is the harbinger of hedonism himself, Master Steelow. “This is the only party that prohibits discrimination, period, ” he states emphatically. “Swingers, Fetishism, BDSM, Erotic Nudists. My parties are unpredictable. Anything can happen. It will happen.”
Guests entering the loft-space encountered an elaborate invention resembling a treadmill. Trapped underneath, like a black spandex cocoon, is the goggled ‘Gimp’, who thrives on being trampled on. While Mistresses proceeded to take turns trouncing him, stepping on him, digging their heels into his tortured torso, he squirmed only slightly, as if enduring a life sentence under a bridge!
In accordance with the latest theme, guests were explicitly encouraged to wear masks, cloaks, capes, and costumes. Some masks were elegant, while other’s quite frightening. Guests ranged from a titillating tempest of pleasure-seekers, to provocateurs, to ultra-perverts. From the towering to the petite, draped in feathered and painted masks, majestic velvet robes, leather and latex, they waltzed to a warped Nutcracker’s Suite; DJ-driven trans-sexual house-beats to the meat…(!)
A mysterious mask sires any possibility, unleashing a persona formerly forbidden. Romance beamed like laser blasts, while the more bizarre masks unveiled a psyche peppered with darkness. Unequivocally, the masks awakened desires deemed dormant, without the risk of exposing themselves. This further kindled the blue flames of promiscuity.
By the stroke of midnite, the heavens were drenched in wickedness. Dreams became lucid, as palpitations of pure desire rippled throughout. Wanton women undulated waves of untamed lust. Emissions of ecstasy emanated from The Pitch Black Room, which was teeming with a mound of nudity. Amid moans and slurping sounds, an encounter with a stranger was likely when wearing a mask, especially if shackled by shyness. I actually passed someone the paper towels, to stem the ebbtide of bodily fluids!
Now insatiable urges were on the cusp of fruition, as a symphony of ‘scenes’ sprouted all over the premises. Obsessive devotion. Incursions of spankings. Erotic role-playing a la mode. Voyeurism, too, was in vogue. Shameless sex-acts for all to see! I observed a pair of cloaked love teams as they quickly descended upon the Erotic Massage Room, setting the stage for an Elizabethan ‘scene’. Pawing her submissive on the massage table, an enchanting ivory goddess strapped on, and deflowered her precious orchid slave, to the delight of their cloaked male counterparts. Foot worship suddenly became too enticing a temptation, as others joined the fray, by sucking their slutty toes…! Nearby, on another massage table, lay an exquisite Oriental diva, panting orgasms. Like a feeding frenzy, she was accosted by a myriad of molesting male hands, with her protruding nipples on the verge of squirting mango juice!
Like a thriving threshold of discipline, Master Steelow’s well-equipped Dungeon didn’t dare disappoint. Astonishing arrays of pre-meditated sado-masochism continued throughout the night. Monolithic X-frames loomed, like pedestals of pleasure and suffering. Pro-doms belted out beatings to insidious, death-mask donning slaves. Captivity-bound submissives begged their Mistresses’ pissed forgiveness. Nipple torture, and further cruelty! Bondage and beatings followed by outpourings of passion. After adoring the red pumps of a raven-haired dom, a blond naked submissive was later flogged into subjugation, with untold voracity!
‘Eyes Wide Shut’ was indeed a depraved masquerade. Like a time warp into eternity; an unprecedented plateau of perversion. Bravo, Master Steelow! www.peepshow-party.com
