Several years back the Castle opened across the soi from the Buffalo Bar on 3rd Road. The dress code was black. I sat at the bar and watched young women exited at the end of the night. They laughed saying good-bye to co-workers before getting on motor-scooters driven by their Thai boyfriends. The girls looked none the worse for an evening of hard work.
One night Nick was sitting with Tuk. She was a tough girl and asked me, "What you think happens in there?"
"The usual. Whips, chains, handcuffs, fetish stuff." I had read on Stickman.com that 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?"
"If you went there, what would you do?" Nick pointed to a man leaving the Castle. He was walking like he had a plug up his ass.
"I don't know."
"You must have some hidden desire?" The Tottenham Spurs fan wasn't letting me off easy.
"None that I can think of." It was the truth. My only fantasy was lying in bed with Mam. Sometimes I thought that she had slipped me a love potion.
"Whipping a nurse?"
"No."
"Getting whipped by a nurse?"
"No." I lifted my finger to stop him, then wracked my brain for an answer. "I'm stumped."
"No sadistic menage a trois fantasies or masochistic domination wishes?
"No." My mind was a sexual wasteland?"
"That can't be possible."
"Sad, but true, I'm a square." I was shocked by this admission and drove home to Mam in Jomtien. We made love and I felt her belly. We had a baby growing inside her.
I fell asleep.
Two hours I woke with a scream.
"What wrong?" Mam was used to snores.
"Nothing." I couldn't tell her about S & M Thai girls chasing me around the Castle and I didn't mention this dream to Nick, but it festered in my head.
There was only one way to exorcise this monster and a week later I departed the beachview apartment in a black shirt and black jeans.
"Who die?" Mam was suspicious.
"No one. I just want to wear black."
"You look like mafia."
"Thanks." I kissed her. "I'll be back early."
"I wait you." Mam knew once I had two beers, I wasn't going to fool around.
I rode my Vespa over to 3rd Road, parking two hundred years from the Castle. I didn't want anyone from the Buffalo Bar seeing me.
Darkness was my friend and I touched my wallet. I had 5000 baht.
Stickman warned the Castle wasn't cheap. 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 had cost 7000 baht. After all their website promises 'where your fantasies come true'.
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 hot wax onto her victim for a group of fat farangs. 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 black-botted 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 idea what I wanted from a woman who would do anything. "I don't know."
At least that's what I thought until a big-breasted dominatrix in black leather emerged from the back room leading a fat German by a chain. The slender mistress' hair was cut like Betty Page and 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.
Cochise freed the German and then kneeled before the mama-san to kiss her boots. She looked up at me and I whispered my request to the mama-san.
"She never slave."
"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.
"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." 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 white room. 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 and small nipples. She was also not really a woman, but a ladyboy. She kept hiding the truth.
"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, except I wasn't into it.
"What wrong?"
"I can't do it." Mam was in my mind.
"You love your lady." Her laugh was a whip.
"Chai." I gave Cochise her money. She waii-ed respectfully and said, "Maybe lucky can be your slave again or mistress."
She slapped my ass with a strength born of a rebel.
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." A bargirl accused me of being a sadistic teacher.
"Not even close." I realized her fantasy. Then again Tuk played a lot of roles for farangs.
I bought her a drink and a gin-tonic for me.
After three Cochise was out of my mind, but not 100% gone until I got back to Mam.
I was her slave and she was the mother of my baby.
I really was a square, but 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
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