MORE OF THE MILL CLUB
(Note to readers: Please read chapter 23 before reading this chapter, otherwise it will be like watching a movie from the middle.)
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Suzie and I, along with our best friends Bob and Julie, left the room filled with stocks and cages, and reentered the lounge. Bob got us some non-alcoholic drinks as we settled into the comfortable sofas that filled the room. Two other couples were there and acknowledged our entrance. They knew Julie and Bob, who introduced us as their guests. They asked Suzie and me what we thought of The Club so far.
Suzie answered first, "It's overwhelming. We've only been in the next room and my head's swimming from what I've seen."
"In a good way?" one of them asked.
"I guess it's good. I've just never even dreamed of such things. I'm kind of new into this stuff and I'm learning fast. Tom and I are certainly getting new ideas, aren't we Tom?"
I replied, "I agree. What has impressed me also, besides the activities we've seen, is the quality of the equipment. That must be real expensive. And also I was thinking that all that nice leather padding must make being in the cages or the stocks pretty comfortable, considering."
Bob said, "It's not really that expensive. We have a cabinet maker and a leather worker as members who volunteered to make these things, and many more. They just charge for the materials. Actually, I think that The Club waived their dues for a year also. All this equipment is one reason why people come from far away and pay big bucks to use The Club.
We've had people from New York, San Francisco, all over the country. They pay $500 per person, per night, to be here. And, they come for a long weekend usually. Quite a few people from places like Nashville come here often...once or twice a month. They usually become members. In the long run it's cheaper.
"As for the comfort. Our community isn't into torture. That's a whole other concept that we here, at least, don't embrace. Bondage is used to immobilize someone. To render them incapable of resisting what someone else is inflicting on them. It's the psychological impact of being helpless that turns people on. Being made uncomfortable at the same time would only detract from that feeling."
I asked, "Just out of curiosity, how much is it to join The Club?"
"It's not cheap," Bob answered. "It's $10,000 a person to join, $200 a person per month dues and $25 each time you come. That's why these refreshments are free."
"Wow!" I said. "That's kind of steep."
"Not really. Not if you use The Club often. Just like any private social, or golf club. After we finish tonight I hope you and Suzie will consider joining."
I hesitated before commenting. "We'll have to think about that. I don't think we're ready to commit yet."
"Well, are you at least ready to see the rest of The Club? There's still a lot more to this place."
Suzie said, "Sure. Let's go. I think I've gotten over the first part. Show us what you've got."
Bob and I yanked on the respective leashes and Julie and Suzie followed us from the lounge back into the Stockade and Zoo room. We walked to the rear of the room and went through a side door which led into a hallway. At the left end was the kitchen where the caterers had prepared the dinner for The Gala. An open door right in front of us was labeled "Exam Room". "Let's go in here," Bob said.
We all entered and saw equipment that looked like something you would see in a doctor's office. There was an examination chair like you would see in a gynecologist's office with the stirrups to rest the feet on, pulling the knees up and apart. There were straps in various places.
Two other tables were in the room. They looked identical. They were about seven feet long and two feet wide. Covered with leather, they had straps like leather belts hanging from the sides, with buckles to attach them in various locations. The chair and both tables were covered with white paper, just like at the doctor's office.
A woman wearing a black leather thong and a corset so tight that her bosom was spilling out of the cups, barely concealing her nipples, stood next to one of the tables. Black thigh-high stockings and stiletto shoes completed her ensemble. Lying on the table was a person completely enclosed in a black vinyl body suit. The only opening appeared to be two small holes by the nose. Whatever openings there were to facilitate pulling it on the body were closed tightly with zippers. There appeared to be two wires sticking out of the body suit's leather hood. They were attached to an iPhone. Two more wires extended out from the groin area. They were attached to a TENS unit, I was told by Bob.
Every so often the woman would adjust the settings in the TENS control box and we could see movement from within the vinyl suit. Sometimes you could see twitching in the genital area, enough to identify the person within as being a male. From time to time she would tap his chest and put her ear over his mouth as if to hear a response. I asked Bob what was going on.
"Well, there's two things she's doing over there. First is sensory deprivation. Just like at The Gala. Remember? They explained that all the subs wore ear plugs and also noise-cancelling ear phones. That's why the wires coming out of the hood. She's playing some kind of white noise from her iPhone so any noise from outside is completely blocked. He's also probably wearing a blindfold under the hood to be sure he can see absolutely nothing. Those two things alone can be hard for a person to endure.
"Now, the TENS unit I assume is hooked up to his genitals. His balls, or cock, or maybe both. She controls the frequency and intensity so it can go from very pleasant and sexually arousing to downright painful. You can usually tell which it is by watching his body's reaction. She knows him well so can judge by watching, but she still communicates with him to be sure he's OK."
I said, "Wow, Bob. I thought that kind of stuff was just for the Gala. People really do all that stuff, don't they?"
"You're seeing it for yourself. Wait 'til you and Suzie are further into this. You're both gonna absolutely love it. And that reminds me. You two need to start trying some of this equipment. That's the only way you're going to know if joining The Club will be right for you. Why don't you and Suzie use the other table, there in the middle of the room, and Julie and I'll use the gyno chair. Just strap her in so she can't move and then figure out what you want to do to her. Remember, Tom, it's not what
she
wants you to do."
"Right," I replied, leading Suzie by the leash to the table.
I had her take off her shoes, climb onto the table and lie on her back. I studied the many straps hanging from the sides of the table to plan her bondage. I started in the middle, passing a strap from one side across her navel and attaching it to the opposite side. Then a second one crossing her body above her breasts. I had her place her hands by her hips and fastened them to shorter straps, like cuffs, at the edges of the table. Finally I put the leg cuffs we had brought on her ankles and fastened them together.
I stood by her feet and gazed up the length of her body.