The evening started with a surprise visit from the Alchemist who decided, on the spur of the moment, to don my military attire and accompany me to this event (sadly he declined my kind offer of a corset and high heels to “set his outfit off”!). We set off by car and got to Kings Cross in record speed (he’s not called the Alchemist for nothing!). Unfortunately, even the Alchemist was not able to find us a nearby parking space on this freezing night, such is the difficulty of parking nearby. I was thankful for my long “Herr Flick” style leather coat but not so thankful for my high heeled shoes!
We moved quickly as the short queue was dealt with by the efficient TG crew. Inside the atmosphere was already buzzing, comfortably full of happy party people dancing and socialising. We decided that first we would take a wander round and see what we had in store for the night.

Canvas is laid out predominantly on one floor (with the exception of the down-stairs Cloakroom), extremely good news for wearers of high heeled shoes, and has three distinctly separate areas.

Whilst TG has world recognition on the fetish scene, it is also well known on the dance party circuit and as such is one of the few fetish parties that is able to successfully cross into both.

As is usual with the TG crowd, everyone had made an effort to look their best, with fantastic costumes being de-rigueur. TG is, without doubt, the fetish equivalent of Ladies Day at Ascot. Be it PVC or rubber, militia or maid, extravagant drag queen or a “nearly nude”, no one could be accused of having given that evening’s outfit little thought.

The door policy fortunately makes it impossible for anyone to get inside without having a suitable outfit to wear, effectively barring those who merely wish to come and gawp and/or grope!

The DJs in the main dance room were, as usual, pumping out the best of hard dance tunes to the pleasure of the frenzied dancers; those more adventurous becoming, perhaps, a pole dancer for the first time.
The remaining dance and chill out area was a sight to behold. This is traditionally the burlesque room and has always suggested the glamour of a bygone age. Here at Canvas this theme had really been accomplished with aplomb. The walls were bedecked in elegant gold and red flock wallpaper (think Banqueting Hall, not local Indian restaurant!), ornate gilded or jewelled mirrors (all the better for checking one’s appearance) and sparkling glass chandeliers abounded.

It really did look like a “top end of the market” ballroom rather than the warehouse venue that Canvas is. Here, seating was ample with plenty of sofas to allow time to sit, chill, meet new friends, and perhaps even allow a thoughtful slave to provide a therapeutic foot massage.

As this is TG, the night would not of course be complete without a visit to the “dungeon”. Here at Canvas, an underground Crypt was unfortunately not available. However, ample equipment was provided to ensure that their dungeon did, nevertheless, serve its purpose. This was certainly upheld - judging by the “happy slappy” sounds of play.

This room also provided for several performances of rope bondage skills throughout the night, culminating in some rather erotic play involving two lovely ladies, a rope harness and a rather large strap-on. (Use your imagination!)

All in all, once again, TG has lived up to its reputation and provided us with a damned good night of entertainment and unique glamour.
© Mistress Eli

More great photos by Marcus T.