Part 5
The club was quiet, almost gloomily in its darkness, and silent.
I love it during these times, these are my times, I often get here early just to savour the overwhelming silence and solitude of the place before the mayhem starts. The contrast of my quiet office and my creamy latte compared with debauchery that will take place here in a little over three hours is unimaginable, so much so that it gives me a warm glow of contentment.
This place was a growing concern when I took it over, but I am proud to say that almost single handedly I have taken a moderately successful BDSM club to the very highest level. That is why I sometimes sit here alone in the dark, to reflect on the past ten years.
"Oh hi missus." Dexter says, as he opens my office door pushing his cleaning trolly.
I look up and smile, nodding my head in his general direction as way of a greeting. Dex is probably the nearest thing I have to a father figure, he must be pushing eighty now and has been cleaning here since the sixties when it was a cinema. The previous owner Jimmy kept him on when he renovated the place into a nightclub.
He now runs the clean-up crew for me and his own daughter, my best friend Janet, runs special events here for me. He has always insisted on calling me 'missus', not madam or god forbid mistress, and to be honest I find it quite endearing.
Dex introduced me to her six years ago when I was looking into expansion, I needed ideas and an image workover. Janet worked as a wedding planner and knew the world of events inside and out, she impressed me and I hired her. We have been inseparable ever since which is amazing because she could not be further from this lifestyle if she tried. She is about as vanilla as anyone could be but she has this uncanny knack of knowing what people want, I have never seen her fail yet. I imagine she could write a best-seller with some of the things she has seen here over the years.
His crew left about half an hour ago but being the conscientious man that he is, he always does a walk-through checking every room and hallway. I try to keep the place a happy family and have kept the same core workforce since I took the place on. Most, if not all of the staff soon realise that although it's a BDSM club, it is nothing like what they expect it to be, it's more like a meeting place with a little sex on the side.
The public think places like ours are a continuous den of sin and debauchery, basically twenty-four hour sex, sex, and more sex. Nothing could be further from the truth, yes sex happens here but its more about feelings and commitment than anything else. More people fall in love and find their forever partner here than would at any nightclub or workplace.
Last year on my husband's advice, I installed a fine-dining restaurant in the quiet area of the club to rival my other restaurant in the city. It is far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the more freaky peeps, and there is an access to and from the restaurant into some of the more edgier activities for vanilla curiosity, but not into the main club. For that, a membership is required.
My husband was correct in his assumption that the vanilla clientele of the restaurant might have their curiosity piqued enough to try a look-in.
"Some might even stay" he said, he was right and over a hundred new members have come from it.
Tonight was to be Jamie's first night in the club, Eric and myself had had conversations deep into the night over it and decided that if he wanted it, then we would ease him in.
Originally the contractor was to build eight rooms with viewing platforms up high and large windows either side of a twenty foot wide walkway on the lower level. This was to have a few seating areas and plenty of room to stop and watch. After consultation with a couple of the senior staff we decided to make the first two rooms, (one on either side of the walkway) more private. These had a solid ceiling instead of glass so could not be seen from above, the huge glass window along the walkway was also changed, it was a one-way mirror. From inside you could see the people as they made their way through the club, but they could not see you or what you were doing.
We decided that Jamie's first night would be in one of these two rooms.
All rooms have CCTV that goes to the main control room for safety reasons, one highly trained member of the team sits there all night to monitor what goes on. I also have a personnel system of every function and private room that I can view from my office. We have six security staff on the floor patrolling all areas of the club as well as ten door staff, each have overriding keycards to all rooms in case of emergencies. That is incredibly rare, it has only happened once in all the years I have been here, a mistress ignored a slaves safe-word and took him much further than was permitted here. Safe to say she has never been allowed back, the slave made a full recovery and was paid off. The previous owners nearly lost the club because of it, that's where I stepped in to buy the place.
My main priority is the safety of the members at all times. I try to keep four Masters and four Mistresses working six nights a week and each has a solid background in BDSM. Some members like to play with friends here, some come to be used and abused. Each and every kink within reason is catered for, and is totally consensual from all parties.
Over the years Janet has set-up private functions for various VIP's and dignitaries, the same rules apply for the CCTV, the only difference is that it is all destroyed after. Even MP's have been known to use our services on these occasions.
Eric brought his son along an hour before the doors opened and gave him a tour of the place, I watched them on my monitor as they walked through. Jamies face was a picture as he saw ropes and chains hanging from ceilings and walls, every room was kitted out with racks of various toys and BDSM tools.
I did notice that his eyes nearly popped from his head when young Shelly walked past them, his head swivelled 180 degrees and his eyes followed her the length of the hallway until she disappeared into the dancehall. Shelly had come out of her shell so much in the last few weeks and it showed, she was dressed to please tonight. A black leather waist clincher that pushed her boobs up and out, a short mesh rara skirt with sheer pantyhose and heels, I quite fancied a go with her myself. It was then that I decided not to have Jamie to myself in a room, I would let her do him. Of course she would need supervision and if Aveline was ok with it, I would advise from the side and help her along as and when she needed coaching. The added bonus would be that Jamies embarrassment would be multiplied a hundred-fold with a girl near his own age dominating him.
I could see Eric and James on the monitor coming up the stairs to my office, turning all the screens off I met them at the door.
"Well, what do you think of my little place?" I asked.
"It's awesome," he replied with far more enthusiasm than I thought he might.
It's easy to take things for granted and when you are here day in, day out, you tend to forget just how cool the place is. I would imagine for a horny eighteen year old boy, seeing so many beautiful sexy young waitresses running about the place wearing next to nothing swayed his thought processes too.
"Ok, let's go to the bar while its quiet." I said, "Me and your father need to run you through the rules."
We agreed that for now his safe word would be the same as his fathers, I went over what would be expected of him and how he should behave. I was not sure he was taking it all in because his gaze kept drifting to the bevy of young girls passing through getting things ready for tonight. I selected a small table near the bar and our drinks were brought over to us.
"Ma-am," the barman nodded as he placed them.
"Thank you Charles." I nodded back.
Shelly happened to approach him with a clipboard clasped to her chest and I called her over,