One Night at a BDSM Dungeon Party Filled with Cat People

When my friend Ja invited me to a cat fundraiser, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I’m not a cat person, never have been. Of all the things I could have imagined it would involve, a BDSM show in a sex dungeon wasn’t one of them.

I met Ja when she interviewed me for a feature she was writing for Scoot Magazine. Shortly thereafter, I invited her to see I Am My Own Wife, a play I’d been looking forward to seeing. She agreed, but said she had to attend a friend’s ‘fundraiser for cats’ later that evening. I didn’t mind following her along. “Just one thing”, she said. “It’s at a fetish bar”.

That bar was BarBar, a BDSM club in Patpong, one of Bangkok’s red light districts. A strange place for a cat fundraiser, I thought. An even stranger place for Ja to invite me on the very first night we were to hang out, but I was up for it. It was too obscure to turn down.

We had a nice evening, enjoying a vegan dinner before the play, then heading down to Patpong, where the night took a sharp turn.

Like many places in Bangkok, Patpong is a weird mishmash of things. It’s a red light district, with a popular tourist night market, situated in the business district of the city. As you walk through, you’re surrounded by clubs with names like Super Pussy and Pussy Collection, and bombarded with offers of ping pong shows from persistent touts. It’s hectic, to say the least.

We weaved our way through the tourists browsing stalls full of souvenirs, ignoring touts and taxi drivers who tried to flag us down along the way. We found BarBar in a quieter nook of Patpong 2, where a doorman clad in a string vest invited us in.

It was hard to miss him. “Live BDSM show”, he called out to passing pedestrians. “Never try, never know!” He had a point. After taking our entrance fees, he guided us upstairs. I wasn’t quite prepared for what I would see next.

When we walked in, we were greeted with the sight of a white man, who had to be about my dad’s age, completely naked and chained up inside a cage. That wasn’t it, though. He had clamps on each of his nipples, as well as two more attached to his penis, which had a string tied around it. At the other end of that string was a mistress, who was pouring candle wax all over him. It was quite the introduction.

For a moment, I wondered if this was a strange joke Ja was playing on me. Why on Earth would this place be a venue for an animal fundraiser? Also, besides from the man we’d just seen, who seemed to be having a great time, the place seemed pretty empty.

After getting our drinks, we headed up to the second floor so we could check out what else was on offer.

We were surrounded by so much metal and wooden apparatus, it was rather a lot to take in. There was a medical room, an open shower and toilet, a classroom, and a dungeon. In each of them, there were cages hanging from the ceiling and walls filled with whips, paddles and ropes. While walking through and admiring the equipment, we finally found the cat people. They did exist! Ja introduced me to her friends, one of whom was holding a donation box for Apple’s Animal Aid. Another one had donned some furry cat ears for the occasion, so there was that. That was the extent of the cat theme, though. It turned out that BarBar had agreed to match 100% of the donations made on the night. Kinky and charitable.

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Apparently, there is a link between cat people and BDSM. According to one study, cat owners are statistically more likely to be into bondage. This is because a brain parasite from cats, Toxoplasma, causes people to become sexually aroused by fear, danger, pain and submissiveness. So, there’s at least some kind of loose explanation for where my night was going.

It wasn’t long before we were treated to a show. A team of mistresses and slaves began to congregate, and the man from the bar was led by his cock and balls, still strung up, into the room. From there, all manner of things took place. There was lots of bondage, whipping, and more of the candle wax dripping we’d seen before. I’d like to say I can’t understand how anyone could stand to have hot wax poured on their genitals, but I’ve had plenty of bikini waxes in my time. I almost wish I found it as enjoyable as these guys did. That way, I wouldn’t dread my appointments so much.

Whips were offered around, so customers could join in if they wanted to. I opted to stay seated and sip on my pineapple juice, quietly observing.

Later, even more slaves appeared for an all-female show in the dungeon. This is where things got complicated. One slave was gagged and bound to a metal frame on the floor, with her neck, wrists and ankles restrained. I was particularly impressed by the rope work these women displayed. The sheer amount of intricate knots they tied would put any sailor or boy scout to shame. It took a while, though. Personally, I do not have the patience for that.

With a few pulls of a chain, the slave was raised above the floor. A mistress climbed on top of her, attaching more clothes pegs than I thought it was possible to put on a vulva (surely a Guinness World Record), and more wax dripping ensued. The only part that made me uncomfortable was when the heel of her stiletto made its way into her slave’s vagina. Too much for me, I’m afraid. On the other side of the room, another slave had her wrists chained to the ceiling while a leather-clad mistress unenthusiastically pretended to penetrate her with a strap-on. Not quite as entertaining. By this time, it was around 2am. I’d seen more than I’d ever expected to, and I’d made my charitable donation to the cat shelter. That was enough for one night. It was time to head home.

A standard evening out for me is usually just dinner and conversation. As  I don’t drink, I almost never go out to bars of any sort, so this was quite the turn of events for me. While BDSM isn’t my thing, it was interesting to get a peek into this subculture and see what it’s all about. Needless to say, I still don’t understand cat people.

 

Visit BarBar

BarBar Fetish club is situated on Patpong Soi 2, just a short walk from Sala Daeng BTS station.

On a standard night, entrance is 950 baht, including your first drink. After that, every drink is 300 baht, including any you buy for mistresses and slaves. There’s no extra charge for any of the shows, unless you want something in private.

If you’re really into what they do at BarBar, you can purchase a membership package. A full year of access will cost you 15,000 baht, while 3 months is 8,000 baht.

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