MangoZeen

Several years back the Castle opened across the soi from the Buffalo Bar on 3rd Road. The Pattaya branch of the Bangkok S&M club flourished without my ever seeing a single black-shirted entering its doors.

Only sexy Asian girls in black fetish outfits. Guess I’m straight. Anyway my drinking comrades at the Buffalo and I discussed a visit to the Castle, except none of them owned a black shirt as was required by the club’s dress code.

Probably for the best.

Because you don’t want to go to a full-service dungeon like the Castle with vanilla people ie straights.

Even Stickman says, “The Castle is quite a nice place, but not really suited to visiting with a gang of your friends. After all, this is a place where you indulge your innermost fantasies. Do you want to share those with your mates?”

The answer is no and his question caused me to think what is my fantasy?

I searched the recesses of my inner mind and came up empty. No sadistic menage a trois fantasies? Zero masochistic domination wishes? It couldn’t be right. My mind was a sexual wasteland?

There was only one way to find out and no better time than when my wife was at a wedding in Ayuthayya. I didn’t tell any of my friends and got ready for my expedition into the unknown.

Black shirt. Dark jeans. Black shoes. Cleanly shaved. A little Gucci ENVY. Darkness and a 5000 baht in my pocket. Stickman warned the Castle wasn’t cheap, then again The Eden Lounge in Bangkok and the Hell Club in Pattaya charge 3000 baht / hour for two girls. Anything goes as long as there was no rough stuff, so 1000 baht an hour for the rough stuff was a bargain, especially since back in the USA a good dominatrix could charge a $1000/HR.

Stickman’s night cost 7000 baht. Anything goes. Whatever I could imagine. After all their website promises ‘where your fantasies come true’.

I got there at 9pm and parked my bike next to the entrance. 5000 baht was in my wallet. I wore a black shirt, dark jeans, and black shoes. The first time I hadn’t gone out with sandals in months. The security guards from the Buffalo spotted me. “Pai ngai?”

I pointed inside and they shouted out ‘good luck’.

As expected the bar was dimly lit with receding settees. The girls lounging at the bar seemed to be divided into vinyl dominatrixes, slave girls in school uniforms, and lingerie-clad submissives. A stocky dyke in black vinyl was dripping how wax onto her victim. The screams of pain sounded real. The matronly mama-san came to my table and explained the rates as well as the options.

At 250 baht/lady drink her offer of an hour of anything goes in a fully equipped back room sounded more economical than 30 minutes of getting drunk with two teasers.

“If you want longer, girl can take it.” The mama-san was proud of her girls. “Most farang come here English, German, Kohn Nippon. Khon Nippon like tie up girl and then whip her. German like sick thing and England man like spanking. What America like?” 

I had the money and the time, yet no what I wanted from a woman who would do anything. “I don’t know.”

At least that’s what I thought until a black leather Amazon emerged from the back rooms leading a fat German by a chain. She was no stranger, for I had been admiring Cochise for the past three years. Her boyfriend was a vicious French pimp who was recently deported for phony credit cards.

Slim, tall, and eyes that say, “Alai?”

I whispered my request to the mama-san.

“She never slave.” Her hair was cut like Betty Page.

“I don’t want her to be a taa-see.” Unless being a woman slave in chains was a little exciting. “If she says no, then it’s no, but ask her.”

500 baht got the mama-san off the sofa and she asked Cochise to join me after her client was gone. 

“I see you before. At Welkom Inn.” She sat down and a lady drink arrived within five seconds. The meter was running at 300 baht a lady drink. ”I not slave.”

“Me too.” I wasn’t so sure that Cochise was telling the truth, since I had seen her sporting black eyes from her Froggie boyfiend, then again that was love and this was commerce.

“So what you want to do?”

“Chain you and have sex.” The couple on stage had moved onto a paddling. The smacks ringed in my ears. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.

“No whips.”

I nodded my agreement.

“Only one hour. 1500 baht. Have customer come later. He slave. Easy work. You maybe not easy. Maybe you do before.”

“Only a little.” My cousin Sherri and Deb Parker had worked at New York’s Chateau d’O. I had dated a few of their co-workers. Not dated but they came to my apartment on East 10th Street for after-work recreation. None of them were scared of a hippie pink poet. “A little spanking and ropes.”

“We use chains and leather restraints. Easy and fast.” Cochise signaled to the mama-san she was heading out back. Her boss raised a single finger to signal she had an hour before her next rendezvous.

“You want other girl.”

“Want you only.”

“Barg wan.” She walked down a small corridor into a dungeon. Chains hung on the wall. The cuffs were leather.

“No sweet talking. The truth.” I wanted her but only really like this.

She stripped off her leather. Her breasts were small and nipples large. She had a three year-old. I knew because she lived on Soi Buffalo. Her bare stomach showed no signs of a difficult birth.

“You can be master now.” Cochise kneeled on the floor. Her hair hung over her face. Her pose and the darkness of the room transported us back 100 years when most Thais were slaves. Royalty could do with kee kao or slaves as they liked. For an hour or two I could do the same and that’s the beauty of the Castle.

You can rent your fantasies.

After an hour the mama-san knocked on the door. I gave Cochise her money. She waii-ed respectfully and said, “Maybe I can be your slave again or mistress.”

She slapped my ass with a strength born of revenge.

Rebellious slave.

I think I’m getting the hang of this fantasy world.

I left the castle and walked over to the Buffalo.

All the girls wanted to know. “Khun penh taat reu naii?”

Master or slave?

“Kwam lap.” No one needed to know my secret.

“Khun penh ajaan sadeet.” Tuk accused me of being a sadistic teacher.

“Not even close.” I realized her fantasy. Then again Tuk plays a lot of roles.

If you’re looking for something a little different, visit the Castle. It ain’t cheap, so bring cash since they don’t accept Visa.

RATES

1-year membership for 15,000 baht

Non-members

900 baht entrance fee includes one drink.

Next drinks 300 baht

Bottle 7000 baht includes mixers

MEMBERS get 50% off

Lady Drinks - 250 baht

Dress code - black shirt required.

Hours 5:30 till closing.

Website http://www.the-castle-pattaya.com

THE CASTLE THIRD ROAD PATTAYA

For related stories click on this URL

http://www.mangozeen.com/bar-fines-in-pattaya.htm” target=”_blank”>Text Display 

posted on Wednesday, April 4th, 2007 at 9:41 pm and filed under Sex - comments feed | leave a comment | trackback url

Several years back the Castle opened across the soi from the Buffalo Bar on 3rd Road. The Pattaya branch of the Bangkok S&M club flourished without my ever seeing a single black-shirted entering its doors.

Only sexy Asian girls in black fetish outfits. Guess I’m straight. Anyway my drinking comrades at the Buffalo and I discussed a visit to the Castle, except none of them owned a black shirt as was required by the club’s dress code.

Probably for the best.

Because you don’t want to go to a full-service dungeon like the Castle with vanilla people ie straights.

Even Stickman says, “The Castle is quite a nice place, but not really suited to visiting with a gang of your friends. After all, this is a place where you indulge your innermost fantasies. Do you want to share those with your mates?”

The answer is no and his question caused me to think what is my fantasy?

I searched the recesses of my inner mind and came up empty. No sadistic menage a trois fantasies? Zero masochistic domination wishes? It couldn’t be right. My mind was a sexual wasteland?

There was only one way to find out and no better time than when my wife was at a wedding in Ayuthayya. I didn’t tell any of my friends and got ready for my expedition into the unknown.

Black shirt. Dark jeans. Black shoes. Cleanly shaved. A little Gucci ENVY. Darkness and a 5000 baht in my pocket. Stickman warned the Castle wasn’t cheap, then again The Eden Lounge in Bangkok and the Hell Club in Pattaya charge 3000 baht / hour for two girls. Anything goes as long as there was no rough stuff, so 1000 baht an hour for the rough stuff was a bargain, especially since back in the USA a good dominatrix could charge a $1000/HR.

Stickman’s night cost 7000 baht. Anything goes. Whatever I could imagine. After all their website promises ‘where your fantasies come true’.

I got there at 9pm and parked my bike next to the entrance. 5000 baht was in my wallet. I wore a black shirt, dark jeans, and black shoes. The first time I hadn’t gone out with sandals in months. The security guards from the Buffalo spotted me. “Pai ngai?”

I pointed inside and they shouted out ‘good luck’.

As expected the bar was dimly lit with receding settees. The girls lounging at the bar seemed to be divided into vinyl dominatrixes, slave girls in school uniforms, and lingerie-clad submissives. A stocky dyke in black vinyl was dripping how wax onto her victim. The screams of pain sounded real. The matronly mama-san came to my table and explained the rates as well as the options.

At 250 baht/lady drink her offer of an hour of anything goes in a fully equipped back room sounded more economical than 30 minutes of getting drunk with two teasers.

“If you want longer, girl can take it.” The mama-san was proud of her girls. “Most farang come here English, German, Kohn Nippon. Khon Nippon like tie up girl and then whip her. German like sick thing and England man like spanking. What America like?” 

I had the money and the time, yet no what I wanted from a woman who would do anything. “I don’t know.”

At least that’s what I thought until a black leather Amazon emerged from the back rooms leading a fat German by a chain. She was no stranger, for I had been admiring Cochise for the past three years. Her boyfriend was a vicious French pimp who was recently deported for phony credit cards.

Slim, tall, and eyes that say, “Alai?”

I whispered my request to the mama-san.

“She never slave.” Her hair was cut like Betty Page.

“I don’t want her to be a taa-see.” Unless being a woman slave in chains was a little exciting. “If she says no, then it’s no, but ask her.”

500 baht got the mama-san off the sofa and she asked Cochise to join me after her client was gone. 

“I see you before. At Welkom Inn.” She sat down and a lady drink arrived within five seconds. The meter was running at 300 baht a lady drink. ”I not slave.”

“Me too.” I wasn’t so sure that Cochise was telling the truth, since I had seen her sporting black eyes from her Froggie boyfiend, then again that was love and this was commerce.

“So what you want to do?”

“Chain you and have sex.” The couple on stage had moved onto a paddling. The smacks ringed in my ears. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.

“No whips.”

I nodded my agreement.

“Only one hour. 1500 baht. Have customer come later. He slave. Easy work. You maybe not easy. Maybe you do before.”

“Only a little.” My cousin Sherri and Deb Parker had worked at New York’s Chateau d’O. I had dated a few of their co-workers. Not dated but they came to my apartment on East 10th Street for after-work recreation. None of them were scared of a hippie pink poet. “A little spanking and ropes.”

“We use chains and leather restraints. Easy and fast.” Cochise signaled to the mama-san she was heading out back. Her boss raised a single finger to signal she had an hour before her next rendezvous.

“You want other girl.”

“Want you only.”

“Barg wan.” She walked down a small corridor into a dungeon. Chains hung on the wall. The cuffs were leather.

“No sweet talking. The truth.” I wanted her but only really like this.

She stripped off her leather. Her breasts were small and nipples large. She had a three year-old. I knew because she lived on Soi Buffalo. Her bare stomach showed no signs of a difficult birth.

“You can be master now.” Cochise kneeled on the floor. Her hair hung over her face. Her pose and the darkness of the room transported us back 100 years when most Thais were slaves. Royalty could do with kee kao or slaves as they liked. For an hour or two I could do the same and that’s the beauty of the Castle.

You can rent your fantasies.

After an hour the mama-san knocked on the door. I gave Cochise her money. She waii-ed respectfully and said, “Maybe I can be your slave again or mistress.”

She slapped my ass with a strength born of revenge.

Rebellious slave.

I think I’m getting the hang of this fantasy world.

I left the castle and walked over to the Buffalo.

All the girls wanted to know. “Khun penh taat reu naii?”

Master or slave?

“Kwam lap.” No one needed to know my secret.

“Khun penh ajaan sadeet.” Tuk accused me of being a sadistic teacher.

“Not even close.” I realized her fantasy. Then again Tuk plays a lot of roles.

If you’re looking for something a little different, visit the Castle. It ain’t cheap, so bring cash since they don’t accept Visa.

RATES

1-year membership for 15,000 baht

Non-members

900 baht entrance fee includes one drink.

Next drinks 300 baht

Bottle 7000 baht includes mixers

MEMBERS get 50% off

Lady Drinks - 250 baht

Dress code - black shirt required.

Hours 5:30 till closing.

Website http://www.the-castle-pattaya.com

THE CASTLE THIRD ROAD PATTAYA

For related stories click on this URL

http://www.mangozeen.com/bar-fines-in-pattaya.htm” target=”_blank”>Text Display 

posted on Wednesday, April 4th, 2007 at 9:41 pm and filed under Sex - comments feed | leave a comment | trackback url