The club, first visit, with my girlfriend.

Hi, I’m Daniel, a 31 year old average looking guy. I have a relationship with my good looking 29 year old girlfriend, Sophie. Sophie and I are together for about four months now.

Sophie is, let’s say, someone to handle with care, she is definitely the dominant one in our relationship. I have to say that when having sex, that’s great, as you can imagine, no complaining there. But outside of the bedroom, I sometimes have trouble to prevent her from walking straight over me, if you know what I mean. She knows and admits she is this way, but just tells me I have to become more manly. And I guess she is right, I am to sensitive at times, but you can’t change that overnight. Again, I shouldn’t be complaining because our relationship is far from boring, at least from my point of view.

Recently she told me, she has had some bi-sexual fantasies and dreams lately. Now I know she has bi-sexual feelings, she had told me when we just dated. But now Sophie told me she would actually like to experience sex with a girl. It made me feel a bit concerned because, hey!.. am I, as a man, not good enough?! But on the other hand, the idea excited me, and in my mind I immediately pictured us in a steaming hot threesome. When I asked her what she had in mind, she told me about a sort of couples-club a friend had told her about. This made it clear for me that she had thought about this earlier and might even had discussed this with that friend of her. Sophie wasn’t demanding it or something but she hoped I would allow her to. She suggested we’d go together, of course for safety, and maybe there’s a girl who’s interested in a bit of male attention too. I don’t know if this was just a strategy to convince me, but it worked. I agreed, and told her to think about it, to make sure she really wanted it, and that she was free to plan this if she felt ready.

It didn’t take her long to think about it though, because just a few days later she was already busy e-mailing, to sign us in at this club. We had to send our pictures and received general information together with the “code of conduct”.

It is apparently quite a private society, visited by couples and singles. The club is near unknown to non-members, so most members were somehow tipped or introduced by another member. It’s total members isn’t more then a few-hundred, and they don’t of course visit the club all at the same time. The key to the success of the club is, so we’ve been told, of course it’s members, but also the code of conduct that every member has to live by. It’s simple, and because of it, the members feel free to experience a sexual adventure. This code of conduct is as follows:

1. Any sexual activity without consent is strictly forbidden. You will not push anyone into any sexual activity what so ever. Respect someone’s boundaries and obey the safeword and stop-signs. Violation of this rule can result in a lifetime ban and prosecution.

2. Members shall be discrete and respectful to each-other. Every member is allowed to expose and experience their sexual preferences and fantasies. Whatever happens inside the club will stay inside the club and shall not influence relations, events and proceedings outside the club in any way. Any form of, or attempt to discredit a member (of staff) with sensitive information about anything regarding the club, will be settled with severe penalties.

3. Inside the club, everyone is of equal status regardless of age, gender, social status, job, wealth, ethnic background etc. Therefore, the dress code is strict and affordable for everyone:

Males wear a simple, plain coloured boxers-short without visible brand signs. Females wear simple, plain coloured lingerie without visible brand signs or recognizable brand shape. The free provided half-face mask is a requirement, even when undressed. The mask may be replaced by another comparable item to match a specific outfit, like bondage gear.

The third part of this code seemed strange to me, I couldn’t help but think about communism. However, in the club, it presumably works great. Everyone feels comfortable and unrestrained (unless one is restrained in a bondage play I guess).

Another odd thing is that you don’t pay entrance, the entrance and membership are free. It must be affordable to everyone, not just the wealthy. The club is apparently owned by a very rich, but anonymous guy. Eventually, the club is funded partially on voluntary donations of it’s members that can afford it. Of course in the e-mails, they kindly asked for a donation, which we did of course. By the way bragging about money and showing-off is apparently highly inappropriate, which seems great to me. Having money, a phone or other items on you in the club isn’t even allowed, drinks and food are included.

And now two weeks later, here we are, in front of what must be “The Club”. It doesn’t look like anything I had in mind. It’s just a rusty metal door in a back-alley of an industrial zone, but the address is correct.

We look at each-other and walk to the door, where without a bell, there’s no other option than to knock. A strange though excited feeling runs trough my body. A muscular doorman opens the door, looks at us, welcomes us, and lets us in. We walk down the stairs to the reception desk where a woman check us in.

When we’ve checked-in, we are directed to the dressing-rooms to take a shower and change. The small but luxurious two-person dressing-rooms each have a private shower. We pick a dressing-room and take a shower. I feel incredibly nervous, and I can see even Sophie is, and that is quite exceptional. The idea of what we’re about to do excites me, I already have a hard-on, Sophie gently jerks my dick under the shower while she nervously smiles at me.

After the shower, we change. We only dress up in our underwear and strap on a face mask the woman handed out to us. This looks a bit like a Venetian mask, but made out of soft black fabric. We also pick a colour-coded bracelet from a jar. The function has been explained to us. The colours represents your sexual orientation and preferences. An orange one means you are Hetero, Pink means you are bi-curious, Red for Bi-Sexual and Purple for gay. Optional are black stripes if you prefer a sexual Dominant role, white stripes for sexual Submissive and grey if you prefer, or want to try both roles. The bracelet is voluntarily, it’s only thin and discrete, but it’s appreciated if we wear them. This too looks strange and even discriminating, but apparently when introduced as a trial, everyone loved it and it has been a tradition ever since. The explanation was, that when you expose your preference this way, you immediately share a secret, for some even their biggest secret. This of course makes you vulnerable, but at the same time much more accessible to others who normally might feel uncomfortable to approach a stranger. Anyway, I picked an orange one and Sophie a red one.

When we are ready and dressed, we leave the dressing-room and store our clothes in a locker with a code-lock. We follow another couple to the club, I can’t help but to look at the beautiful bum of the girl in front of me.

When we enter the club my eyes have to adjust to the darkness a bit. The club has a very sensual and romantic atmosphere with warm colours, dim, coloured lights, a calm background lounge-music, mixed with the smell of incense. We follow the couple who probably go to the bar. We’ve been told that this is where people gather and chat-up at the beginning of the night. We walk trough the front section of the club, past many corners and semi-open rooms with couches or beds, hidden behind normal or semi-permanent curtains. Some are more obscured and private, others are quite exposed. There are little height-differences with small stairs, and some coves with jacuzzi’s, it is quite a maze.

After a while, we arrive at the bar area. It is luxurious, with bar-stools around it, and along the walls, small coves with a circular couch around a small table. Next to the bar is small stage where we’ve been told, hired performers give away erotic shows a few times a night. We’ve been told that the rear section of the club is pretty much like the front section, but equipped with kinky stuff for the members who like, or are interested in BDSM. Again all rooms, corners and coves are open and accessible to everyone. Some members of course want more privacy then others, so they can use the more hidden places of the club. Others however prefer the exposed spots. The rule is that you are allowed to watch everyone, but respect the members who seek privacy.

I feel, I have to admit, still a bit uncomfortable, but very excited though. We both look around at all the people in their undergarments, I’m stunned.