Katy Perry in a cage at a swinger’s party

I didn’t think places like this actually existed, or if they did, I figured Berlin, San Francisco, Amsterdam, some other den of sin, sodomy and vice… but Melbourne? Well, there I was so there you go. To be fair the ‘dungeon’ I was housed in was just a converted brick garage on a half-acre block in the inner eastern suburbs, not actually within the bowels of some gothic castle. But it is quite surprising what you can do with some velvet hangings, soft leather couches/benches obviously taken from a home gym, mood lighting and the like. I was in a cage, covered with a dark blanket that didn’t – a little bit to my astonishment – smell of either sweat or dog. I could obviously see nothing, and not feel much; if I reached out to the front, sides, behind and even above me I could feel the metal bars and beyond the rough cotton of the blanket. Beneath me…

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