My wife Candy and I were solid. Like most sexually enthusiastic couples we like to push the boundaries occasionally. Candy had her share of toys, and enjoyed using them together and solo whenever the urge arose. Our favorite toy store is called Fairvilla in Orlando and we always enjoyed browsing for something new to spice up a rather spicy sex life.
One night we were looking through the leather section, fondling the whips, crops and floggers and wondered what it would be like, when the sales clerk came up and asked if she could help. We told her we were BDSM virgins but were thinking about giving it a try. Rather than sell us on any number of interesting looking choices she suggested we sign up for their BDSM workshop coming up on Friday night.
I'm thinking there will be a hot looking woman wearing a thong getting her ass smacked by a hooded, leather clad dude with muscles and ass chaps. Wrong! They could have been the Cleavers. What we got was a clinical approach to how to have fun with bondage, whips, and assorted other pain/pleasure instruments. It was a start.
The good thing was Fairvilla served prosecco during the seminar and we were fairly well lit by the time we started shopping. The sales clerks there were more than accommodating as we talked about the different devices and what they felt like. And during the conversation Susan, the manager, asked whether we had ever been to Secrets Hideaway in Kissimmee.
"Nope, no idea what you are talking about" was my answer.
"It's a 'lifestyle' club with a dungeon for BDSM play," she said. "It's built around a motel design, with hot tubs, swimming pools, a disco and the playrooms."
I looked at Candy, she looked at me, and together we said "Playrooms!"
"Yeah," said Susan. "To get in your have to get naked. There is a dungeon where you can try out the whips you are buying tonight, and even get real live instructions. And then there are playrooms with mattresses and all kinds of debauchery. If you ever want to walk on the wild side it's a pretty good place to start."
Not wanting to appear naive we decided to make our purchase and head home to give our new toys a try out. On the way we talked about Secrets, and the more we talked the more our curiosity was piqued. Finally, we decided we could go to see what it was all about and just observe.
Saturday night couldn't come fast enough. We checked in at the front desk, paid our one-night membership fee and headed to the outdoor tiki bar. Near the tiki bar was a hot tub big enough for 12 people, with 3 couples engaged in various degrees of sexual congress.
Candy's eyes went wide. "I need a drink or three," she said.
We sat at the bar, occasionally glancing towards the hot tub, and sure enough, there was a blow job in progress and another woman riding her partners lap with her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"This is going to be quite the show tonight," I said, a little too loud.
The woman to Candy's right said "Wait 'til you get inside," with a big old Cheshire cat smile.
We decided to check out the disco first, and except for very scantily clad men and women, it was still a disco with a DJ and dancing, albeit more bump and grind than the foxtrot. We finally got up our nerve to check out the playroom. At the entrance the gatekeeper asked for a drivers license, handed us a locker key and a couple of towels. 'No street clothes past this point' was all the instructions we got.
