First Draft

The club was all about fantasy. People came there to play. Dark games. Games of pain and fun, and punishment. And dark love.

The club was large. Like a normal club there was a bar and dance floor. In an alcove, a small stage. In the floors above and below people joined to fulfil all their deepest fantasies.

The club was supposed to be about staying safe. Free will was everything, no matter what type of restraints used, or punishments given. Safe words to be respected.

Yes, that was it “ Pain and Punishment; Safety and Respect” was the motto of the club.

The first time I went to the club was with a friend who is a regular. I discovered bondage on the internet (doesn’t everyone these days?) and was curious. Julie, an old workmate, is a dear friend, and one I had stayed in contact with when a promotion moved me to another city. Julie was a submissive who’s husband was also her “Master”. I knew little about that aspect of their relationship until I visited them when I had two weeks off after a conference at my old workplace.

It fascinated me, the bond they had. The trust. The sensuality. They had been married for fifteen years and seemed to have lost none of their romance, their passion, and their love. That is not to say that it was all about fantasy. Real life is always there, and for the rest of the time they were like any other couple.

And me? Not in all my thirty-four years had I been able to confess my fantasies. When Julie told me about the club I was apprehensive, but she convinced me to have just one visit and see what I thought of it.

What happened there, I did not count on. And neither did Julie.

To be continued...