How a Sensual Group Session at Atrium Continued at Insomnia

Insomnia Oct 26, 2025 Info The warm-up for the night at Insomnia took place at Atrium. I’m Lady Vyra, and I had big plans that evening with one of my favorite subs. To set the mood, there was a magnificent group session at the studio, which I ended with these words:
“You’ve pleased me tonight,” I said. “But the night isn’t over.”
I wanted more. And I knew exactly where to go – Insomnia.
Insomnia is a true Berlin institution, one of the few places where you can go and meet so many like-minded people with similar desires, where you will not be judged. It’s one of the reasons why this city is the kinky capital of Europe and a destination that attracts people from all over the world. The entrance alone sets the tone: deep red walls that seem to pulse with anticipation. The moment you step inside, the mood shifts and you feel the outside world start to fade away like a distant memory. Every time I walk through that door, I get a little kick, because you never know what kinky fantasies might come true before the night is over.
We arrived at Insomnia just after midnight and the party was in full swing. We wandered through the club: a clinic scene here, a heavy flogging there, bodies intertwined in every corner. The sling in the dark hallway behind the bar was free, and a vision formed in my mind: my submissive, surrounded by a circle of sexy hedonists, exposed and available, offered up purely for their pleasure, while I watched.
I turned to Evan. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
I guided him into the sling, secured his limbs, and blindfolded him again. Then I looked around, catching the eyes of a few curious onlookers, and I motioned them closer. When a small circle had gathered, I removed Evan’s blindfold. His eyes adjusted, taking in the many faces around him.
“He’s yours,” I said to the group. “Do what you like. He’s here for your pleasure.”
That was all it took.
The first to touch him was a woman in elbow-length leather gloves. She stepped forward without hesitation and ran her gloved fingers down his chest. Evan gasped, his back arching instinctively into her touch.
Another woman approached, leading a blindfolded man by the wrist. She guided him between Evan’s legs and whispered something in his ear. He knelt and began to do what he had been trained to do—eagerly, obediently. His head moved in a steady rhythm. Evan’s head fell back, his lips parting in stunned pleasure.
A man pinched and twisted one of Evan’s nipples while tracing a riding crop along his inner thigh. Someone else slicked a toy and pushed it in, slow and deep. Around him, the players shifted, bodies taking turns, trading places, using him one after another.
He was overwhelmed. Gloriously objectified, and I relished watching my sub become a plaything for anyone who wanted to use him. I looked around as the club came alive around us. Some people drifted closer, drawn in by our scene; others watched from a distance.
A few joined us for a while before starting their own scenes just a few meters away. As I took in the sensual panorama unfolding around me, I felt, for a moment, completely high—euphoric.
I thought back on the evening and how much I love playing in groups. It’s already super hot in the studio, but continuing the session later at Insomnia took everything to a whole new level. These moments are magic. In a place like Insomnia, there’s a kind of freedom that exists in very few other places, and things happen here that simply wouldn’t be possible anywhere else. I felt incredibly lucky to be part of a place like this.
A few minutes later, I came back to Evan. He was lying in the sling, used and trembling slightly. I gently stroked his hair. My sub had served me well this evening, and I was pleased.
———
If you want to read about what happened earlier that night at the Atrium, you can find it HERE.