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Top 10 Best Sex Dungeons In London | Fetish.com

London is full of intrigue and secrets. If you scratch below the surface, you'll discover a hidden world of salacious shenanigans in BDSM sex dungeons across the capital. Finding these concealed fetish fun spots can be difficult, so we've done the dirty work for you. Read our guide on the top 10 best sex dungeons London has to offer.
 

 

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1. HOXTON DUNGEON SUITE: Enjoy A Saucy Overnight Stay in a Seductive Sex Dungeon

This first-class BDSM apartment is located in the heart of London and offers a naughty escape from the drudgery of city life. This saucy spot is by far one of the best dungeons in London! Hoxton Dungeon Suite is a well-equipped fetish dungeon and play space with punishment rooms, restraints, sex toys, cages, and more – each room holds an enticing surprise! While primarily used for overnight stays, the Hoxton Dungeon Suite is also available for daytime hire when you fancy a bit of afternoon delight.  ;)

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 Hackney, London, UK

 

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2. LONDON DUNGEON HIRE: A Theatre of Desire for BDSM Couples

Looking for a kinky city break? Look no further than the London Dungeon Hire! Situated in the hip and vibrant East End of London, this multi-roomed sensual play space provides a kinky atmosphere to explore your fetishes and desires. This BDSM dungeon has been around for more than 25 years, so they're experts in offering the best experience for adults who want to live out their wildest fantasies in one of the oldest and kinkiest dungeons in London. There is a keen attention to detail, with fetish artwork and erotic sculpture throughout and music and lighting that you can control. Sex dungeon hire includes access to an extensive collection of equipment and toys.

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 Tower Hamlets, London, UK

 

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3. THE SERPENT ROOMS: One of the Friendliest Sex Dungeons in London

The Serpent Rooms in north London is one of the best fetish dungeons around. It's a clean, well-equipped, welcoming play space where you can get down and dirty with your partner (or partners!). Multiple rooms offer different experiences, and exclusive use of the entire building ensures total privacy and discretion. If whips and chains excite you, you won't be disappointed at this London sex dungeon.

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 Islington, London, UK

 

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4. *** MILE STUDIO: Lights, Camera, Fetish in London’s Top BDSM Dungeon!

The *** Mile Studio is a real multitasker as it serves as a BDSM dungeon for hire and a fetish photography studio and filming location. The spacious sex dungeon area encompasses an entire studio floor and comes fully equipped with spanking benches, bondage chairs, suspension frames, examination tables, and a prison cell for those who have been extra naughty. Whether you are a Dominatrix who wants some saucy snaps for your portfolio or a disobedient submissive who needs to be punished, you will find it at this sex dungeon in London. 

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 Hackney, London, UK

 

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5. THE WEST END DUNGEON: Play Away in this Titillating Sex Dungeon in London

Hidden behind a discreet entrance, a world of pleasure and *** (the good kind!) awaits you. The West End Dungeon boasts not one but two fully-equipped BDSM dungeons! This isn’t a run-of-the-mill fetish dungeon – it also has an extremely naughty medical room and an array of toys to excite and entice. Mistress Gemma or Mistress Vanessa is on hand to show you the ropes, and you can hire the rooms by the hour or for overnight stays, depending on how much risqué fun you want. The perfect fetish dungeon and play space to get your kink on!

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 Camden, London, UK 


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6. BLUE DOOR DUNGEON: Islington’s Kinkiest Secret Sex Dungeon

Although located in Angel, it's fair to say that what goes on within the Blue Door Dungeon is far from saintly! Both a photographic studio and a kinky space, this hidden gem has a play-zone and chill-out area, not to mention a shower room to cleanse yourself after a session of sinning. Adjustable lighting and music will get you in the mood, while overnight hire means the fun can last until the wee hours of the morn'. Indulge all your fantasies in this fetish dungeon heaven!

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 Islington, London, UK

 

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7. THE HIRE DUNGEON RENTAL: It’s Elementary My Dear Watson

This bespoke BDSM dungeon is located near the old stomping grounds of Sherlock Holmes - but you’ll likely be doing investigations of a different nature here! The Hire Dungeon Rental is available for professional mistresses and their slaves and couples. It provides the perfect adult playground to act out your kinkiest fantasies. The “*** Chamber” has all the equipment necessary to inflict sweet, sweet ***, while the “Mistress Boudoir” is a sensual space within this raunchy fetish dungeon to discipline disobedient subs. The only mystery to be solved here is how much gratification can you stand? Find out for yourself in this pleasure-packed sex dungeon in London.

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 City of Westminster, London, UK

 

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8. THE LUXURY CENTRAL LONDON DUNGEON: Indulge Yourself in a Luxury Fetish Dungeon Experience

The Luxury Central London Dungeon does what it says on the tin! This fully equipped, well-managed BDSM dungeon and play space is perfect for Pro-Dommes or adventurous partners who want a bit of kinky fun in a sex dungeon in London. A discreet entrance ensures privacy while the myriad of bondage equipment, dungeon furniture, and sex toys will get your *** pumping. A shower is also available if things get down and dirty! Complimentary latex gloves, lubricant, condoms, wipes, and towels will keep you safe and clean.

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 Camden, London, UK

 

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9. THE BARNET BASTILLE : A Sex Dungeon for All Your Kinky Desires

UPDATE: The Barnet Bastille has now closed. The Barnet Bastille is a fetish dungeon and saucy play space for kinky couples, professional mistresses, photographers, and small groups who want to explore their naughty side. Resident house mistresses have an arsenal of toys at their disposal, and they won’t hesitate to put the canes, floggers, nipple clamps, or gags to good use. Not just a sex dungeon, the Barnet Bastille also holds monthly BDSM events and fetish parties, so there are more ways than one to have some naughty fun.

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 Barnet, Hertfordshire, UK

 

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10. THE LONDON RETREAT: Find Sexual Sanctuary in this Fetish Dungeon in London

The London Retreat is no ordinary escape from city life. Once you pass through the unassuming doors of this sex dungeon in London, prepare to be tempted, tantalized, and teased by mistresses experienced in meting out pleasure and *** in equal measures. With a king-sized bondage bed, St Andrew’s cross, gym horse, medical examination chair, clamps, and a full range of implements, this sexy BDSM dungeon has everything you need to bring your most illicit fantasies to life. A happy finish is guaranteed!  ;)

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 Kensington and Chelsea, London, UK

 

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