My First Time: DoMeKinky Spiel-Bunker Review
Introducing "My First Time," a series where real contributors share their stories and experiences. Join us as we navigate the journey into sexual wellness, kinks, fantasies and sex with a large dose of Singaporean spice!
By Jessica C.
Welcome to the tantalizing world of DoMeKinky, an electrifying kink event that can only be compared to an exclusive private "mini festival." Much like the legendary KitKatClub and Berghain in Berlin, DoMeKinky offers a liberating sanctuary where sexual inhibitions are shed, and the flames of passion burn brightly. On the unforgettable evening of May 27th, DoMeKinky unfolded with the proud support of Lelo, its official pleasure toy partner, and Horny.sg, the supplier of all things kinky. There was a strict no camera policy, leaving no trace of the enticing affair, leaving only memories to fuel our imaginations.
Saturday night came surely (pun intended). As an ambivert, my introverted side was unleashing a barrage of Hokkien vulgarities. To make matters worse, I wasn't going with a partner, but rather with another couple and an acquaintance. I wasn't even sure if my outfit would fit in. If you could take a closer look at my mind, you would see it had devolved into a tangled mess of insecurities, entwined in every conceivable way. However, I am proud to say that I meditate! So, I observed my fears, set aside my inhibitions, and told myself to calm my titties.
We arrived punctually on time at 10pm for DoMeKinky at the registration counter located inconspicuously below at the entrance of a building in the CBD area. No one would suspect a thing; the building appeared innocuous enough. We were among the first few to arrive, so the queue was short. Before we headed up, we overheard the staff at the registration counter asking the dude behind us why he was soaking wet inside his outerwear. I didn't think much of it at the time.
Upon entering, we were greeted by dimly lit red-hued lights that lined the staircase. It felt like stepping into a scene from every horror movie I had ever watched—dingy and ominous. Finally, we arrived at the door. It resembled the entrances to units in industrial buildings, with its heavy gray appearance—reminiscent of Ubi Techpark. The bunker references were becoming more apparent.
Inside, the entire space was bathed in red light. It was as though I had been transported to a whole new world. This was indeed the Spiel-Bunker, I thought to myself. For those unfamiliar, "Spiel-Bunker" is German for "Play Bunker." In the center of the compound, the DJ was spinning tunes, and the place had a bare and sparse atmosphere, just as you would expect in a bunker. There were no fancy decor or embellishments—only naughty accessories, like a St. Andrew's cross at one end and chains with cuffs at the other. It truly felt like a bunker, except this time, it was fortified against the inhibitions and conventional sensibilities of the outside world.
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The event details stated that we could change into our kinky attire once inside the compound. We followed the advice and found conveniently placed Lelo lube sachets on the washroom counter. I couldn't help but wonder why... and a smirk appeared on my face.
Back in the Spiel-Bunker, the event was coming to life as we witnessed everyone in their extraordinary outfits. Describing the attires would be a challenging task. Think fetish, latex, leather, glitter, glamor, costumes, and, without a doubt, kink. Regular lingerie wouldn't even come close to making the cut. Over-the-top was the norm. Our attention was immediately drawn to a guy fully clad in a gimp suit. We approached him to strike up a conversation and it turned out he was the same sweaty guy from the queue. That explained his dampness. He proudly displayed his bag of extra accessories, including a leash to attach to the chain around his neck and finishing oil to make the latex glisten. Talk about dedication.
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As the night progressed, the techno beats by HIDDEN EMPIRE started to fill the room. The space gradually filled with people who danced to the music, seemingly oblivious to the outside world. Although I'm not a fan of techno, the music was undeniably fitting for such a kinky event, inviting people to forget their troubles and revel in the night. The atmosphere became more lively. We saw even more impressive outfits, including someone wearing a "scarf-like" accessory that illuminated in the dark. It resembled a bundle of interconnected wires—truly fascinating. We also noticed members of the LGBTQ community, who found a relatively safe space to express themselves in all their glory and indulge in their desires.
Around 11 PM, the Shibari performance commenced. The rigger began his dance with neon ropes, skillfully binding his rope bottom. You could see the rope bottom thoroughly enjoying the process, closing her eyes to fully immerse herself in the experience. Rather than being purely sensual, it was a performance of grandeur and awe. After the show, we decided to try out the St. Andrew's cross. I positioned myself with my back against the cross, and my friends proceeded to cuff me. A new female friend used a riding crop to sensually caress and spank me. The entire experience was incredibly intense and arousing.
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After approximately 15 minutes, I started to feel lightheaded from being bound in the same position for too long, and my hands began to tingle. It was far from the sexy situation I had envisioned. How anticlimactic. I untied myself shortly after, and as my friends had to leave, we decided to call it a night.
Overall, the experience was eye-opening but certainly not for the faint-hearted. I would highly recommend attending with a partner or trusted friends. It was liberating to adopt an alter ego for the night or, for some, to embrace their true selves without fear of judgment, surrounded by like-minded individuals. Superficially, it may seem like a night of clubbing in kinky attire. However, upon closer inspection, you would realize it was an evening of unbridled passions in an erotic underworld—the Play Bunker. It was a night to be felt and remembered.