I was looking around flickr the other day and I found some great photos that reminded me of the early experiences I had with my first real fetish shop.
Detainer, based in East London was a wonderful shop. They first came to my attention in one of the many fetish magazines you can get with some really amazing artwork. Great cartoon images enticed me in and gave me the impression that this was a shop I had to visit. This was before I got into the internet, as back then ( and not that many years ago ) the internet was not a big thing.
I remember traveling down to London one day. I had my own beat up car and had a few days free, so in the car I jumped and headed down to the capital. This was a big move, as I had yet to experience a fetish shop. I was part scared to death and part excited. Not being gay I wondered if I would have any problems when in the shop. All the crazy thoughts you get when you are young and new to certain things.
Well, with my heart in my mouth and after nearly turning back at the last minute, I ventured into the shop. I remember the smell was amazing. Rubber, and lots of it. The thing that I loved about Detainer was that they seemed to specialise in heavy rubber clothing and also had a great line in waxed material clothing (like the Belstaff jackets etc are made).
The staff there were so supportive. Here was this wet behind the ears guy coming in, with no money to actually spend on the things he really wanted, but drooling at the mouth at what was in front of him. I was told I could try anything, which for me at that point in my life (early twenties) was a big deal. Here was the reality to a lot of my fantasies.
I tried on a couple of items, different variations of full suits. I left with the wonderful feeling of having a baptism into the real fetish world I wanted and I knew I would be back many more times, trying most of the stock.
And return I did, many times. My one regret was this was a period of my life where I did not have much money, so spending the couple of hundred pounds on a full rubber suit that my heart desired was out of the question. OK – I parted with small amounts on gas masks, gloves, tshirts etc – but nothing that I really wanted or that Detainer was so good at producing.
The highlights for me were the occasions where I got to try a couple of their straightjackets. The assistant happily strapped me into one of the wax cotton ones, left me for half hour to look around the store and came back to release me, then put me straight into a hooded rubber straightjacket that certainly made me sweat for the next half hour. Complete bliss. Later another visit marked a meeting that came good over the internet with Straightjacketed – and we both headed to the shop and helped each other try the many different styles of straightjackets, followed by a pervy chat in the pub. I am sure the locals must have wondered what we were talking about as we recalled our adventure.
Sadly, Detainer closed down. Just at a time when I had saved money to finally purchase some of the larger items. The shop assistants probably think of me as the kid who tried everything on and bought nothing. Well I was about to come good – honest, but the chance was taken away from me.<
So – what happened to the guys from Detainer – the guys who made the gear, the guys who ran the place. Does anybody know – are they the guys behind the other London stores – or behind one of the many internet shops nowadays.
Their quality of gear was stunning, and I would love to pop back in my time machine and buy the contents of the store.