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THE CLUB – FOR MEMBERS ONLY
By Isolde Hexham
I must say when it started I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. But then again, I never do. I was middle-aged, alone, and looking for some adventure – you know the kind I mean. I didn’t want to get involved with anyone but I still wanted something. And I thought I’d like a bit of excitement.
So when I read about the club I thought I’d give it a try – it seemed safe enough, downtown, regular people, that is, regular people who have a taste for the unusual, shall we say.
The evening I was going I had a bath, shaved my body, even though I’d had a Brazilian wax the week before. Just making sure. I put on my nice black push-up bra and my French-cut underpants, although I wasn’t sure how long any of them would stay on. Oh yes, very high shoes. Over top I wore things that would be easy to take off.
I walked in the door, and immediately my coat was taken by one of the two doormen – both were wearing nothing but codpieces, and they were very muscular. I thought that if this was the norm, I would like it very much. One took my coat, and the other softly took my elbow and pulled me to the side and said he would assist me with the rest of my clothing. I was a bit taken aback as I didn’t think the undressing would happen so quickly. When he saw the surprise on my face, he said that he could tell I was a neophyte and his purpose was to make me more comfortable for what would come later.
We went into a small side room where he told me to just stand still as he unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my jeans off me. He put them both on hangars. I expected to be given a coat-check number, but he laughed and asked where I expected to put it? I nervously giggled, and he told me not to worry, they keep track of whose clothing belonged to whom.
He looked over the underwear I had worn – he said it would do fine with some adjustments – he reached into my bra and pulled my tits up higher so that they were even more exposed, my nipples almost falling out of the top. He pulled my underpants up a bit so they were almost cutting my crotch in half – when he saw that my pussy was hairless, he grinned, petted it and said, ‘Good girl’. My juices were already starting to flow. He went back to my top half and reached inside my bra again and tweaked my nipples several times so that they were erect and hard, pushing out against the black lace of my brassiere. ‘Now you’re ready for the real world.?
He took me out another door into a darkened room with soft lights set on tables around the perimeter. Looking for a vacant seat, he directed me by my elbow to one where two men were already sitting, one older, who I thought of immediately as a gentleman, the other somewhat younger, but well-mannered nonetheless. He bowed to them and said, ?I think this one should suit your purposes’. As I looked back at him to thank him, he clubbed the back of my head and said, ‘Keep your place, woman!’ I was shocked and sat down at the place that was directed to me.
The two men were of different ages – one was older, probably about 65, and the other was perhaps 28 or 30. I was 53 at the time, but could have easily passed for my late thirties. The older gentleman asked if I preferred red or white wine. ?White’ I said and he snapped his fingers and I glimpsed the bartender starting to pour a large glass for me. He told me just to be comfortable and enjoy myself, they’d try to make sure it was a treat since obviously it was my first time. The younger man pulled his chair over nearer to me so that his thigh was touching mine. But it was the older gentleman who held my interest.
He leaned over and said that it would be so much nicer if I didn’t hide my tits inside my bra. I thought to myself that they were hardly hidden, they were almost on a platter, but just then his younger companion reached over and pulled my bra down so that my nipples were exposed. The effect was that the bra then acted even more as a push-up and my breasts were held even higher – which at my age was a definite advantage.
‘Very nice,’ he said as he reached over and gently brushed the back of his fingers against my exposed nipples and then reached his hand under each breast as though weighing them in each hand. I felt a chill run through me, which he could sense and he said that it was better if I was a bit on the chilly side.
Better for whom, I thought, knowing that the chill would ensure my nipples would stay erect.
The glass of wine was in front of me, so I thought I may as well have a few sips and lighten up a bit. After all, I came here of my own free will, so I may as well see what it’s about and have some fun. I enjoyed being fondled anyway, so what was the harm?
I didn’t notice the younger man pulling a rope out from his pocket until he wrapped it around my waist – I started and the older gentleman said not to be afraid, it was just part of the game they had in mind for me. Besides we were out in the open, there were many other people there, and no one would do anything that I didn’t want.
He then said,’You did sign the release, didn’t you?’
I then thought about the release form I had signed before coming – I was never good at reading the fine print, assuming that everything was in order.
‘Ummm, yes, I did’ I confessed.
‘Good – then whatever we have in store for you is just fine!’
He then snapped his fingers and the man who greeted me came over – I noticed a knife in his hands – he slipped it under the straps of my bra, cutting them both and then undid the clip in back so that it easily slipped off when he pulled it from between my breasts.
At that moment the younger man tugged at the rope around my waist which had bound me to the chair and pulled it up between my breasts and over my shoulders. He then pulled it down my back and around in front again so that it circled my breasts tightly. I said that it was too tight and was hurting me. The older gentleman reached over, stroked my cheek, and then slapped me harshly across my face.
Again I was in shock, and he smiled and said, ‘Well, you said you signed the form, and you were aware of what kind of club this was – and you did wear that underwear, so obviously you aren’t totally na?ve’.
He was right, I did have an idea, even though I hadn’t read the fine print. I decided to have another few sips of wine and relax – after all, I had paid for this too, so I may as well get my money’s worth. And they were doing all the work – so far. He told me that whenever I wanted more wine, just to say so, that was all on him.
The younger man then reached over and started to tug at my underpants – I again registered shock on my face and pulled away from him. At this, the older gentleman reached across, backhanded my face and then reached down and took my left nipple between his fingers. He rubbed gently at first and then suddenly pulled it and twisted it. The pain was more of a shock to me than anything, but then he released it as suddenly as he had picked it up.
‘Well, isn’t that what you came here for?’ I nodded, although I was feeling a bit apprehensive now. What had I come here for? But, I was a consenting adult who evidently had signed her consent away.
The young doorman in the codpiece walked over and said, ‘Did you want me to get rid of her panties too?’
‘Yes, I think we’re ready’
Nobody stopped to think that I might not be ready. Or hadn’t they, suddenly my arms were grabbed and pulled behind me – I felt hand-cuffs being attached as my arms were drawn tightly at my back, then being encircled with rope so they couldn’t move. The effect was that my bound breasts thrust out even further, and I felt totally defenseless. While that was done, his assistant was taking the knife and cutting my panties up each side. When that was done, he grabbed the front and pulled quickly, ripping them between my legs and rubbing harshly against my cunt as he did so. I was now totally naked, except for the ropes binding me.
The older gentleman reached over for my glass of wine and held it to my lips. ‘There, there, I told you the drinks were on me – I’ll make sure you have plenty to drink’
I took a large sip thinking, I’m going to need this.
As I did that, his assistant reached down and grabbed my leg, pulling it towards him. He then pulled it up so that my high-heel caught on the side rung of the chair and tied it there. He then went around to the other side and did the same with my right leg. The height of the rung ensured that my knees were higher than the chair, and not only opened my legs but totally exposed my cunt for all to see.
As I sat there bound and exposed, the older gentleman snapped his fingers again and someone from the bar walked over with a basket. The gentleman looked through the basket, nodded, and something was handed to his assistant. I had seen that instrument before – everytime I went for my yearly test – it was what the doctor used to open me up so that he could do his examination inside me – I believe it is called a speculum. His assistant then took it and deftly began to shove it into my cunt. Once it was in, he started opening it, wider and wider until I felt like I would be ripped apart.
?Wait, what the hell are you doing??
The older gentleman leaned over again and slapped me hard, first across my face and then across my exposed breasts. I looked at him with confusion on my face as he then took the glass of wine and held it once more to my lips, gently. The young man who greeted me at the door walked over with a paper in his hands – I recognized it immediately as the release form I had signed. He had highlighted parts of it and held it in front of my face.
‘Is this your signature?’ I nodded. ‘Could you read the highlighted parts out loud?’
I looked them over and was slapped again across my breasts.
‘Read. Out loud. Now’
‘Ok, ok – I agree to be subjected to exposure at the hands of whomever I am assigned to and to submit to whatever treatment they wish to impose on me, including binding, instruments, torture, and every form of subjugation and humiliation.’
‘Further!’
‘Alright! In return for allowing myself to be used in such a way the only guarantee I have is that nothing will be done that will leave scars or damage me permanently, at least physically’
‘More?
I felt a bit relieved by that last paragraph, so I continued, ? I confirm that I not only agree to this of my own free will, but that I searched out the club of my own volition for the purpose of subjecting myself to this treatment’.
He then reached down and took my right nipple between his fingers, pulling it out and then twisting it brutally. ‘So we’re not going to have any more objections, are we?’
‘Um, no, I suppose not . . .’
‘I don’t think she’ll give you any more trouble, sir.’
‘Thank you – always have to make sure they understand the technicalities’. He took out his wallet and tipped the young man $100. I had to wonder what his membership cost him if he was tipping like that – I had paid $95 for mine, but was told it was a bit higher for the men.
So there I sat, bound, being served wine every few minutes, with my tits and my cunt fully exposed. Then I saw the further toys his assistant had taken from the basket. There were to clamps with chains on – he reached down and attached one clamp to my cunt lips at the top, and then led the chain down to a hook on the bottom of the chair. When this was repeated on the other side, the effect was that, with the speculum inside me and my cunt lips pulled apart, my clit was right out there for anyone to see . . .or touch . . . or do what they wanted with.
I noticed that a few customers were walking around the room. The older gentleman said loudly to all, ‘You’re welcome to come over and look – you can even touch her if you’d like . . . I don’t mind in the least’
I must have had a look of disbelief on my face as a few of the men laughed and walked over to where I was bound.
‘Gorgeous tits!’ ‘Nice binding too – that takes skill’
One of them reached down and touched my exposed clit, gently rubbing. I could feel my cunt juices flowing and moistening me. He looked at his damp finger and then put it into his mouth licking away. I tried not to register shock, but it was all so new and different to me. I had no idea people did this, certainly not when I agreed to join the club. They moved on and a few others walked by, stopping to look and make a comment as they did so.
‘I think we’re ready for the next step’ the gentleman said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strand of pearls – lovely expensive-looking pearls. I thought he was going to fasten them around my neck, but then I saw they didn’t have the traditional clasp, but instead at each end was a clamp. His assistant then said, ‘Shall I do that for you?’ ‘Of course, you know I don’t do any dirty work’ The assistant smirked as though it was a private joke between the two of them. Well, the joke was on me – the assistant reached over and started pulling at my right nipple until it was once again erect and then attached one of the clamps. Doing the same with my left, I started to feel the discomfort turn to pain. The pearls swayed between my breasts as I tried to free my nipples by swinging them from side to side. ‘Why do they always try to do that? It never works!’
The gentleman leaned over and whispered in my ear, ‘It’s easier if you don’t fight it – it hurts, but we won’t scar you and they do recover quite quickly. The club carefully monitors things so that you won’t be damaged.’
Was that supposed to make me feel better? He then put the wine glass to my lips again and I finished the last of that glass. Within moments a waiter brought over another glass and it was held to my lips. ‘There, there, this will help you relax a bit more’.
For what I thought, what else could they do to me? At that moment, the assistant reached down and took the speculum out of my cunt. At least that was a bit of relief. But not for long – he then took more clamps and attached them to my pussy lips to ensure that I was spread wide for everyone to see. My cunt was right at the edge of the chair and I realized that all someone had to do was get on their knees and they could just put their hardened dick right in side me. But they didn’t have to kneel. The young bouncer came over and he and the assistant lifted the chair and put it on a small platform. I was now at a height where anyone could just walk over and insert their cock in me!
The gentleman had a sly smile on his face as he looked me over. ‘Nice – I like a bit of class – I think the pearls always add that!’
He then looked towards the men roaming the room and said ‘Anyone?’ About five men turned, looked at each other, then at me, and started walking over, each one unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick, fondling himself to make certain he was erect.
‘$50 to each of you if you can do it in rapid succession. Just poke into her, no foreplay, just cum and go. And $100 to anyone who makes her cum!
I thought, oh yeah, like that will happen! I just couldn’t wait for it to be closing time so I could leave – even though I was a member, I wasn’t going to come back again. Or so I thought.
They each had their turn, and between each one, the gentleman brought the wine up to my lips and played with the pearls that dangled between my breasts. When the last was finished, and I hadn’t come yet, he stroked my clit saying, ‘Good girl, I knew you wouldn’t cum with one of those brutes inside you’.
It was such a contradiction – he was so gracious, elegant and reassuring, but with a bit of cruelty as well. I started to feel a longing for him to touch me more. Well, be careful what you wish for – as if he read my thoughts, he stroked my clit some more and then without warning pulled the pearls off my nipples. I thought my nipples were going to come off, and I looked down to see that they were in tact – just red and sore looking, but just fine. He then told his assistant to rub them for a bit to get the blood back into them. As his assistant played gently with my nipples, he stroked my clit some more and then started to roughly rub. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter and wished he’d put himself inside me. My legs felt as though they wanted to close around with someone inside me, but the bindings prevented me from moving them. All I could do was sit there, fully exposed for the world to see how moist I was, and how excited my clit was becoming. Suddenly, I shuddered and couldn’t believe the ecstatic feeling I had.
‘There, there, wasn’t that nice? Have some more wine.’ I drank a bit more greedily this time. He gently took the clamps off my pussy lips so that I could close myself up, and his assistant reached down and unfastened my legs. I stretched them out as they had lost the circulation in them. At least my legs were free, my arms were still bound behind me though and my tits still stuck out for all to see. His assistant then took off my heels and rubbed my feet. It felt so good, even if I sensed my breasts were in for more. My nipples felt as though they were back to normal, and then the gentleman reached into a wine bucket that had been brought over. Pulling out a cube of ice, he then rubbed it on my nipples and they stiffened again. I then noticed another instrument, one I couldn’t figure out what it was for! As he played with my nipples more, his assistant took one of the instruments – it was round with an adjustable opening in the centre. I then realized from the shape where it was going to go – it was a very sophisticated nipple clamp – it was put over me and my nipple was centred in the middle and then the gentleman started stretching my nipple while the clamp was tightened around it. On the inside were little spikes – not enough to break the skin, but just enough to create discomfort. I could see my nipples turning darker from the discomfort and I started feeling excited.
‘More wine?. ‘Yes, please’ I wanted to say, and more dicks in my cunt too. As I sat there, suddenly all male eyes were on me. Men walked over and looked at the device in amazement!
‘Well, isn’t that unusual – tell us how it feels, wench’.
I looked at the gentleman and he nodded to me to go ahead.
‘It feels like my nipples have been played with for hours, stretched and tortured. Inside there is a bit of discomfort, but it’s actually, all in all, quite pleasurable!’
The gentleman just smiled.
A waiter walked around to everyone and said, ‘Last call!’ At that the gentleman ordered another glass of wine for me and a cognac for himself and his assistant. My arms were released and I was allowed to sit and drink the wine myself. I was still totally naked as I sat there, but my high-heels were placed back on my feet, elongating my legs which were finally crossed in front of me. The gentleman looked into my eyes as he reached over and gently stroked my breasts and fondled my nipples. ‘I know this was your first time here – do you think you’ll come back?’
‘Er, I’m not certain yet . . .’
Pulling out the release form that had been left at our table he pointed to the last paragraph – ‘read it please’.
In signing this contract, the undersigned agrees to attend at least six sessions at the club. If this is not fulfilled within the two-month period of membership, there will be a penalty of $10,000 inflicted on the undersigned, and the obligation of attendance will be enforced as mandatory.’
I knew I couldn’t afford $10,000, and if I had to be forced to come back, it might be worse.
‘Will you be here?’, I asked.
‘Of course, I own the club. But you might not always be with me. I’d like to watch some of the others have a go at you. That’s how I have my fun! And here, take this – we did damage your lovely undergarments, so go and buy yourself more – I think you get the idea now of what we look for.’
He handed me five $100 bills and with a dismissive nod indicated that it was time for me to go. The young man who had greeted me at the door walked over and escorted me to the room we had been in when I arrived. My clothes were there and he gently helped me to get dressed. ‘Do you need a taxi home?’
‘No, I think I’ll walk’ I knew it wasn’t the safest neighbourhood to walk home in, but I was rather hoping something might happen - three women had been raped there in the past month, and if I was lucky . . . .
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