The Club, Ch. 7 – Everyday Routine

The Club

Chapter 7 – Everyday Routine

I had daily routines that I was starting to follow. Or at least certain things I would expect on different days of the week.

Part of my routine was being monitored by Mr. Savage in every way, some days more closely than others. He would weigh me, measure me, and control what I ate. He had an exercise regimen for me. I felt fitter and healthier than I ever had. My skin was healthy, my hair shone. He cared for my nails. He accompanied me to the hairdresser. My nails were done by Mrs. Black. She enjoyed doing my nails. Especially if I was tied up and having my pussy tortured at the same time. Mr. Savage kept detailed notes and pictures and videos of his property. At first, I wasn’t sure how I would feel about being monitored so closely and controlled this way but I discovered that I found it comforting and like so many things arousing even though I didn’t fully understand why. Mr. Savage taking care of me the way he did made me feel taken care of in a way I had never been before and it fulfilled me in a way I had not expected. It also filled me with sensations that were intensely pleasing and not entirely sexual, although they were often combined with sexual sensations. When the two hit me together, I was in absolute heaven.

Mr. Savage, being so experienced and the man of extensive knowledge that he was, explained one day to me the non-sexual but intensely pleasant sensations that I was experiencing during certain activities. I didn’t just experience it with Mr. Savage; I experienced it at other times too. He first explained it was not something everyone experienced. Much like not all women experienced the intense multiple orgasms I did. He was very pleased that I did though as it enabled him to give me a greater range of experience. It was called Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR) and it affected people differently and there were different triggers. For me, it was an intensely pleasant tingling sensation that began around my ears and spread across my head and down the back of the neck and upper spine. He described it as the subjective experience of “low-grade euphoria.” I knew what euphoria was and that was about right. Whenever it happened, it was magical. My triggers varied a little but my most intense triggers were certain types of personal attention, non-sexual, or mostly non-sexual. So when Mr. Savage was measuring me or anything like that it often triggered it.