The Mine Shaft
Watching a documentary on Robert Maplethorpe, the world famous, Gay, S & M photographer, last weekend, I was reminded of, and drawn back into my former life during the 1970’s, and early 1980’s. These were the days when there was no AIDS yet, and the sexual revolution was in full bloom (HIV/AIDS didn’t become a factor until approximately 1983, and, even then, it was miniscule by comparison to what it was to become a few years later). Being bi-sexual since my early teens, during these times, I felt like the k** let loose in the candy store. Sex Clubs, TV discos, adult sex stores, adult book stores, and sexual venues that I am at a loss to actually name prevailed. Gay and bi culture was coming into it’s own, and going public.
My wife and I were at the very start of our relationship. We met purely by accident; eye contact in a public place. There was INSTANT lustful, sexual attraction. Within a week we found ourselves in bed, in lust, and in love. She was from Europe, extremely bright, and extremely beautiful; 5’1”, 112lbs, hourglass figure, big tits, luscious thighs very hairy cunt, with the largest clit I had ever seen on a woman until then. She was totally promiscuous, as was I. Her attitude towards sex and men, was almost identical to the clichéd behavior attributed to men in general. She never wanted to sleep with a man after sex. She echewed expressions of love, and was only interested in sex. Once upon being invited to an orgy in the LA area, she agreed to go only if she was blindfolded and nude, while wearing a raincoat to cover her nudity when not at the orgy. Upon arriving, she asked to be led to a bed, and asked her friend to bring men over to fuck her, and, also, to if keep count for her. Some of the men tried to strike up a conversation, but she quickly cut them off, admonishing them and asking them to just “keep fucking.” Joking, she once said to me that she wished men could just unscrew their cocks and put it through the mail slot in the door, and she would return it when finished using it. Obviously, she could be silly and cute at times too. One more thing…although, very accomplished and strong in life and work, she was very submissive sexually. I, tend to be quite DOM with women, and quite sub with men.
There was total honesty between us from the very first. We had, MANY sexual encounters, privately, publicly, and at clubs. Our first “date” was at a very trendy, romantic, sexy upper West Side restaurant, Cafe Des Artistes, which was in a hotel. Lust and sex permeated the atmosphere. Surrounded by romantic frescos, sitting across from her, I suddenly put my hand inside her low cut dress, and exposed one of her beautiful breasts. Her breathing increased rapidly; she blushed I’m sure (it was actually too dark to tell); she was speechless, then attempted to say something, but started to stutter. I said nothing, but it went unsaid between us, that I expected her to stay that way. I actually didn’t know if anyone saw us, nor did either of us care. I had her sit there like that for about 5 minutes. It was a toss-up as to which of us was more turned on, but I thought she was. Later she told me it was one of the hottest things she had ever done, or had done to her. From the restaurant, I drove downtown to the West (Greenwich) Village. We went into a S&M, leather sex shop on West Street, next door to the Gay S&M bar, The Anvil. We browsed, with me stopping every so often to fondle a whip or two, and asking her what she thought about it. Saying she was speechless and demur, is an understatement. We left the shop, and stopped outside where, while leaning against the front fender of my Cadillac, I grabbed and kissed her for the first time that evening, very passionately. We continued, and, while in my arms, leaning against my car, I raised the skirt of her dress, and pulled down her knickers. Slowly, while embraced in a kiss, oblivious of passers by, while still locked in an embrace, I started to slowly spank her.
We took full advantage of the times, going to S&M Clubs like Chateau 19, Hellfire Club, numerous sex shops with public play areas as well. We also met and “played” with other people. I loved when she would see me with men, sucking cock, getting fucked and fisted. I so enjoyed spanking, caning, and flogging her…in public, with great love and care. We loved fucking each other in public as well. And, I loved giving her to other men to fuck. A favorite of mine, was being under her, while in a sixty nine position, eating her while another man fucked her. Side “benefits” of this were a birds eye view of the action; his cock sometimes slipping out into my mouth, and the cream pie to eat after he came. One thing further…while with another man, or occasionally a women, she only had eyes for me. She made it quite clear (to me) that she was doing this for me, and I was in control. Such was our relationship. And, I promised her that I would only ever have sex with other men, and not a woman. She would be the ONLY woman I’d ever have sex with, or make love to.
Getting back to the Maplethorpe documentary: Robert Maplethorpe was a charter member of The Mine Shaft; probably the most notorious and extreme Gay, S&M sex club in New York It was world famous, actually being used as one of the locations for a few scenes in the movie Cruising, with Al Pacino. It was a membership club, which allowed non-members to attend, by paying an admission price, and agreeing to abide by the rules, which were posted on a hand written poster at the entrance. I don’t remember all of them, but first and foremost were No Women. Also, no loud talking, no cologne, no designer clothing, and more. Leather garb was encouraged and the majority wore it when not undressed. The Mine Shaft was located in the NYC Meat Packing district, and the lower west side of Manhattan. To say the area was dark and sleazy is, again, an understatement. There were three floors. The bottom floor was littered with bathtubs that were not hooked up to any plumbing other than drains. At any given time in the evening, there were men (slaves) in the tubs. Gathered around were men jerking off, cumming and pissing on them. Some of these men spent the better part of the night there. The middle floor had a bar, and a large “play” area. There were many pieces of equipment there, but the most dominant were the numerous leather slings spread around the area. These were used mostly for fist fucking. I could wax nostalgic about the Mine Shaft, and get caught up in the memories, but won’t. I think what I’ve said so far gives one an idea of it. The Maplethorpe documentary devoted some time and footage to the Mine Shaft. This is what piqued my memory.
Two times (that I know of) women were allowed into the club. One time that stands out in my mind, they were having a benefit for a well known, Gay, cartoonist located in San Francisco (sorry, but I can’t remember his name). His work was primarily of gay sex scenes, and was valuable. His studio had burned down, and he lost everything. The club was having the benefit for him, and my wife and I attended. Actually, we had attended the other time women were allowed in, but I don’t remember what it was for. I do remember that both times, there was a 12:00AM deadline where all women had to leave by. The other time, we weren’t sure how much the rules would be relaxed with women in the club. But I had my wife go topless and with her big tits, she was a big hit. I’ve always thought that Gay men like tits. Aside from that, she was extremely pretty and personable. This second time, having had that experience, I had her nude all evening As she was walking around, naked, I made a comment, to which we both had a good laugh. I said, I never saw so many hard core Gay guys become bi-sexual all at once, so quickly. The Mine Shaft was a great place, but one where almost all of the regulars were Gay to their core. Very few Bi guys there. Nevertheless, bearing that in mind, supprissingly, a great time was had by all. My wife was titillated by much of the equipment and we tried a great deal of it. As the evening wore on, much to both our surprise a few of the “Gay” men wanted to play with her and fuck her. The last one was quite a great fuck (I was actually jealous…LoL), and fucked her for quite a long time. She was cumming and cumming like crazy. Midnight approached, and the management over the PA system, thanked the women for attending, and said it was time for all women to leave. Meanwhile, my wife was still bent over getting very well fucked. Some time went by, and there was another announcement asking all women to leave. They specifically announced that the woman (my wife) still there risked having the man with her (me) banned from the club for life. Upon which one of the guys who was amongst those watching her getting fucked went up to the front and asked them if they would just let us stay long enough to allow the guy fucking her to cum. They agreed, he finished, and a good laugh and a great time was had by all. Regrettablly, we left and went home, where continued at the fun together. But, that was one time where we were sorry we didn't bring some of those HOT leather guys home with us.
My wife and I were at the very start of our relationship. We met purely by accident; eye contact in a public place. There was INSTANT lustful, sexual attraction. Within a week we found ourselves in bed, in lust, and in love. She was from Europe, extremely bright, and extremely beautiful; 5’1”, 112lbs, hourglass figure, big tits, luscious thighs very hairy cunt, with the largest clit I had ever seen on a woman until then. She was totally promiscuous, as was I. Her attitude towards sex and men, was almost identical to the clichéd behavior attributed to men in general. She never wanted to sleep with a man after sex. She echewed expressions of love, and was only interested in sex. Once upon being invited to an orgy in the LA area, she agreed to go only if she was blindfolded and nude, while wearing a raincoat to cover her nudity when not at the orgy. Upon arriving, she asked to be led to a bed, and asked her friend to bring men over to fuck her, and, also, to if keep count for her. Some of the men tried to strike up a conversation, but she quickly cut them off, admonishing them and asking them to just “keep fucking.” Joking, she once said to me that she wished men could just unscrew their cocks and put it through the mail slot in the door, and she would return it when finished using it. Obviously, she could be silly and cute at times too. One more thing…although, very accomplished and strong in life and work, she was very submissive sexually. I, tend to be quite DOM with women, and quite sub with men.
There was total honesty between us from the very first. We had, MANY sexual encounters, privately, publicly, and at clubs. Our first “date” was at a very trendy, romantic, sexy upper West Side restaurant, Cafe Des Artistes, which was in a hotel. Lust and sex permeated the atmosphere. Surrounded by romantic frescos, sitting across from her, I suddenly put my hand inside her low cut dress, and exposed one of her beautiful breasts. Her breathing increased rapidly; she blushed I’m sure (it was actually too dark to tell); she was speechless, then attempted to say something, but started to stutter. I said nothing, but it went unsaid between us, that I expected her to stay that way. I actually didn’t know if anyone saw us, nor did either of us care. I had her sit there like that for about 5 minutes. It was a toss-up as to which of us was more turned on, but I thought she was. Later she told me it was one of the hottest things she had ever done, or had done to her. From the restaurant, I drove downtown to the West (Greenwich) Village. We went into a S&M, leather sex shop on West Street, next door to the Gay S&M bar, The Anvil. We browsed, with me stopping every so often to fondle a whip or two, and asking her what she thought about it. Saying she was speechless and demur, is an understatement. We left the shop, and stopped outside where, while leaning against the front fender of my Cadillac, I grabbed and kissed her for the first time that evening, very passionately. We continued, and, while in my arms, leaning against my car, I raised the skirt of her dress, and pulled down her knickers. Slowly, while embraced in a kiss, oblivious of passers by, while still locked in an embrace, I started to slowly spank her.
We took full advantage of the times, going to S&M Clubs like Chateau 19, Hellfire Club, numerous sex shops with public play areas as well. We also met and “played” with other people. I loved when she would see me with men, sucking cock, getting fucked and fisted. I so enjoyed spanking, caning, and flogging her…in public, with great love and care. We loved fucking each other in public as well. And, I loved giving her to other men to fuck. A favorite of mine, was being under her, while in a sixty nine position, eating her while another man fucked her. Side “benefits” of this were a birds eye view of the action; his cock sometimes slipping out into my mouth, and the cream pie to eat after he came. One thing further…while with another man, or occasionally a women, she only had eyes for me. She made it quite clear (to me) that she was doing this for me, and I was in control. Such was our relationship. And, I promised her that I would only ever have sex with other men, and not a woman. She would be the ONLY woman I’d ever have sex with, or make love to.
Getting back to the Maplethorpe documentary: Robert Maplethorpe was a charter member of The Mine Shaft; probably the most notorious and extreme Gay, S&M sex club in New York It was world famous, actually being used as one of the locations for a few scenes in the movie Cruising, with Al Pacino. It was a membership club, which allowed non-members to attend, by paying an admission price, and agreeing to abide by the rules, which were posted on a hand written poster at the entrance. I don’t remember all of them, but first and foremost were No Women. Also, no loud talking, no cologne, no designer clothing, and more. Leather garb was encouraged and the majority wore it when not undressed. The Mine Shaft was located in the NYC Meat Packing district, and the lower west side of Manhattan. To say the area was dark and sleazy is, again, an understatement. There were three floors. The bottom floor was littered with bathtubs that were not hooked up to any plumbing other than drains. At any given time in the evening, there were men (slaves) in the tubs. Gathered around were men jerking off, cumming and pissing on them. Some of these men spent the better part of the night there. The middle floor had a bar, and a large “play” area. There were many pieces of equipment there, but the most dominant were the numerous leather slings spread around the area. These were used mostly for fist fucking. I could wax nostalgic about the Mine Shaft, and get caught up in the memories, but won’t. I think what I’ve said so far gives one an idea of it. The Maplethorpe documentary devoted some time and footage to the Mine Shaft. This is what piqued my memory.
Two times (that I know of) women were allowed into the club. One time that stands out in my mind, they were having a benefit for a well known, Gay, cartoonist located in San Francisco (sorry, but I can’t remember his name). His work was primarily of gay sex scenes, and was valuable. His studio had burned down, and he lost everything. The club was having the benefit for him, and my wife and I attended. Actually, we had attended the other time women were allowed in, but I don’t remember what it was for. I do remember that both times, there was a 12:00AM deadline where all women had to leave by. The other time, we weren’t sure how much the rules would be relaxed with women in the club. But I had my wife go topless and with her big tits, she was a big hit. I’ve always thought that Gay men like tits. Aside from that, she was extremely pretty and personable. This second time, having had that experience, I had her nude all evening As she was walking around, naked, I made a comment, to which we both had a good laugh. I said, I never saw so many hard core Gay guys become bi-sexual all at once, so quickly. The Mine Shaft was a great place, but one where almost all of the regulars were Gay to their core. Very few Bi guys there. Nevertheless, bearing that in mind, supprissingly, a great time was had by all. My wife was titillated by much of the equipment and we tried a great deal of it. As the evening wore on, much to both our surprise a few of the “Gay” men wanted to play with her and fuck her. The last one was quite a great fuck (I was actually jealous…LoL), and fucked her for quite a long time. She was cumming and cumming like crazy. Midnight approached, and the management over the PA system, thanked the women for attending, and said it was time for all women to leave. Meanwhile, my wife was still bent over getting very well fucked. Some time went by, and there was another announcement asking all women to leave. They specifically announced that the woman (my wife) still there risked having the man with her (me) banned from the club for life. Upon which one of the guys who was amongst those watching her getting fucked went up to the front and asked them if they would just let us stay long enough to allow the guy fucking her to cum. They agreed, he finished, and a good laugh and a great time was had by all. Regrettablly, we left and went home, where continued at the fun together. But, that was one time where we were sorry we didn't bring some of those HOT leather guys home with us.
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