She had never done anything like this before, and she was so nervous she was shaking. When her husband had suggested it, she was shocked at first. Eventually, after what seemed like hours of debating and negotiating she had finally agreed to give it a try. He had picked up the phone and made the reservations. When the date had finally arrived, the ride there went back and forth between awkward silence and his repeated questions asking if she was okay and still going to do it. Of course, she had assured him she was fine even if she wasn't sure she was.
They had pulled into the club around six o'clock, just as the sun was starting to set. It was a large building and completely unmarked. From the outside you wouldn't have any idea what went on there. She held her husband's hand as they walked inside. She stood quietly near the door while her husband talked to the woman at the front desk. The woman was young and wore a skimpy black dress. It made her uncomfortably aware of her own conservative and somewhat shapeless dress. She shifted her weight from side to side restlessly. Her husband and the young woman finished talking and she realized she hadn't caught a word of the discussion.
They led her through the front area of the club to a side room. It was a small private area with a large mirror and a small padded bench. The young woman gave them a reassuring smile, then left them there. The club opened at 6:30 so they had a few minutes to wait and get comfortable. Her husband was silent, and seemed to be lost in thought. She thought about reaching out to him or trying to talk but saw that he was fidgeting and it only made her more nervous.
Time passed as she tried to think of what to say. She found she didn't want to think about what would happen next. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding. She thought of something to say, then decided against it, several times. Finally, just as she started to pace the short length of the room she heard the click of the door opening.
The smiling woman poked her head into the room and said, "It's about time. Are you ready to go?"
She clenched her teeth and froze for a second before finally nodding and walking toward the door.
The woman smiled again and held up her hand, "Sorry, please leave your clothing here. We don't have any lockers out in the main area. The door will be locked behind you so everything will be safe in here."
Well, this was the moment of truth. She felt her husband's eyes on her, watching to see what she would do. Then, she reached up and pulled down the straps of her black dress, letting it fall at her feet. She shivered a bit as she was exposed to the cold air. It clashed with the warmth she felt creeping up her face.
Her shoes and socks were next, tossed aside. She struggled with the clasps of her bra for a moment, then wriggled free of it. It fell on the floor on top of her discarded dress. Finally, she bent over and pulled her panties down in one quick motion. She stepped out of them and stood naked in front of the unknown woman.
Behind her, she heard the sound of metal as her husband's belt buckle was undone, then cloth hitting the floor. She had heard the sounds enough to know what they were without looking.
The woman beamed at them and nodded approvingly, then motioned for them to follow her as she walked away. They followed her down the hallway, bare feet padding across the tiled floor.
She got a better look at the club as they walked toward the back. She didn't have a clue what most of it was. The place was spotlessly clean and better lit than she had expected. Cheerful, in fact. All soft burgundy and vivid purple. She wasn't sure about the color scheme but at least it took her mind off everything else.
The layout was generally open and it seemed to be divided into larger spaces of different types. She peeked in an opening as they walked and saw a comfortable looking room filled with cozy seats, long couches, and all manner of soft pillow and cushion.
It made her head spin and they arrived at their destination quickly. She was grateful that it was a back-corner room. Though at second glance it didn't seem to be particularly hidden. Low walls came up to her waist and gave the impression of a hidden area without really concealing anything from onlookers. There was plenty of space to walk around but no seating at all and not enough standing area for a crowd to really gather.
A pair of chains hung down from the ceiling and in the center of the room was a short table. It looked slightly wider than a twin bed but only half as long. It was covered in what looked like plastic or leather. Their guide stopped there and patted the table, saying "Here we are. Ready to get comfortable?"
She nodded and walked forward, pressing her hands into the surface of it and testing it. It wasn't exactly soft but was surprisingly comfortable. Determined, she slowly climbed up and sat on the table. She had almost forgotten she was naked but became nervously aware of it as the cold material pressed against her bare buttocks and her breasts hung freely.
Her legs hung uncomfortably off the end of the short table. She felt the young woman reach over to guide her, touching her softly and reassuringly.
The woman spoke warmly, "Just lay back on the table now, nice and easy. Bring your butt right to the end, and raise your legs up into the air. I will take it from there."
She complied, and as her legs raised upward she knew that if anyone had been in the area they would have had a full view of her exposed vagina. The idea made her shake nervously and she gripped the table under her to steady herself.
The woman gripped one of the hanging chains and brought it to her raised legs. The chain ended in a soft cuff which went around her left ankle tightly. Then, the cuff from the other chain went around her right ankle, hanging limply. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment as the woman disappeared. Then there was a metal clattering and she felt the chains raising and pulling against her ankles. They pulled taut and then stopped, holding her legs firmly vertical and lewdly spread. The chains held the weight of her legs well and it was surprisingly comfortable.
She felt a moment of clarity as she lay there with her body spread and on display. There was no going back and she closed her eyes while she took slow deep breaths.
She did not open her eyes as the attendant went to her wrists next. A leather cuff went around each one, which was then attached to a thick ring on the table edge. She could now turn her head and shake her breasts, but little else.
Her breathing was becoming more rapid as the attendant brought the last item. It was a blindfold, narrow and thick.
The young woman touched her side reassuringly as she spoke, "Almost ready. You remember your safe words, right?"
