The Club Pt. 01 - The Introduction

The Club - 1

Louise and I had been together for about 7 years, and like most couples, had settled into a comfortable and familiar lifestyle, but its fair to say that the initial spark and passion of our relationship had dimmed some what. We had met in our early twenties, and decided not to have children, focussing on our careers, and were both moderately successful in our own fields. Although I had had my share of relationships before we had met, I knew that Louise had been quite a wild child, and had experienced a lot more than me.

She had a couple of really close girl friends, one of whom, Emma, was very extrovert, and openly bi-sexual, flitting between men and women partners. Louise saw a lot of her, and after one night out, when she had returned home drunk and excited, started to tell me about this club that her friend had joined.

"It's not a club like a nigh club, its a bit like a spa / retreat sort of thing, but its strictly women only. A woman runs the place who everyone refers to as 'The Queen', and there are very strict rules for membership. You have to go through an interview, and then there's quite a long initiation process until you are accepted. Emma has been a member for a while and she says I would definitely enjoy it. It's very high end and exclusive, which is why the membership selection is so involved. Someone has just left, so there' a space open for a new member, but Emma says that if I'm interested, I will have to move quickly."

Louise was almost falling asleep, so I suggested that we spoke about it more in the morning. The next day, as soon as she woke up, she returned to the subject.

"Emma is so excited about me possibly becoming a member so I would really like to give it a go, but only if you agree. Men can't be members, so it means me being there on my own, but Emma says that you are allowed to come to the initial interview. She says that she can probably get them to see me tomorrow after work if I'm interested?"

I wasn't sure what to think about this - part of men wondered about the strict no-men policy, but on the other hand, there have always been clubs for men only, so perhaps this was a reaction to that. Louise was so keen to give it a try that it seemed unreasonable for me to object to it without even having seen the place, and I was also aware that she was getting a bit bored with her life style, and that this might be the thing to spice it up for her. With my agreement encouraging her, she got in touch with Emma, and later on in the day received an email inviting her to an interview the next day at 6 pm, along with some additional instructions.

I'd asked Louise what the instructions are that she had been given. She was quite vague and muttered something about a dress code, as well as the location of the club. We were both able to work from home, so just before 5.30, I found myself in the hall way ready to go, waiting for Louise to come down from our bedroom where she had been getting ready. I was very surprised when she appeared - I had been expecting her to wear something business like, but instead she was wearing white cargo pant and a crop top, leaving her midrif bare, with her long black hair pulled into a pony tail. The site pants were almost sheer, and I could clear see the tiny red thong underneath them, the thin string just rising above the low slung waist. She looked incredibly sexy, and I felt myself stirring as I watched were walk confidently down the stairs.

I raised my eye brows as she got to the bottom, but she shook her head.

"The instructions on what to wear are quite explicit," Louise explained. "Dress casually but sexily. It even suggested cargo pants and crop top - the alternative suggestion was a micro skirt!"

"What sort of club is this?" I wondered, but decided to keep my opinions to myself. The instructions had provided a post code and house number, and we found ourselves just before 6 outside a large victorian terrace house at the end of a row. I saw that the house next to it was equally large, almost a mirror of the one that we were visiting, and then the rest of the row was made up of smaller houses. At six o'clock exactly we were standing outside the imposing front door, and Louis rang the bell.

The door was answered almost immediately by a woman about the same age as us, in a smart uniform of black skirt and white blouse with a small name tag identifying her as Megan. She spoke directly to Louise, ignoring me, as she welcomed her into the house. I followed Louise into the hallway, and Megan pushed the door shut behind her. She was taking to Louise while I glanced around the hall, which had a rich opulent feel to it, subtle lighting hinting at secrets behind the doors that led of it. Megan opened the first one and ushered Louise inside, and again I followed in behind, ignored.

We were in a small office, with a desk and computer, and a guest chair in front of it, which Louise was ushered into. A second smaller chair was in the corner of the room, and Megan pointed at me and then at the chair, with an unspoken invitation to sit in it.

She sat behind the desk and pulled out some papers which she showed to Louise. There was silence as she scanned through them, and then I saw her sign something before handing them back with a smile. The smile was returned by Megan, who asked Louise to wait, while she went out of the room.

Once we were alone I started to ask Louise what she had just signed but she stopped me immediately.

"Don't say anything - you are not allowed to speak here."

That on its own was enough to make me want to ask more but as I opened my mouth she raised her hand, shushing at me like a child.

"Don't - their rules are quite clear and strictly enforced. Men are not allowed to speak her unless spoken to, and normally are not even allowed in the house. You have been allowed this time to make me feel more comfortable, but if you break the rules, then my interview will be over before it's even started. Thats part of what I have just agreed to when I was signing those papers."

I closed my mouth and sat in silence, and it wasn't long before Megan returned, acknowledging me for the first time.

"I'm going to take Louise next door for her interview."

She swung the monitor on the desk round to face me, and I could see the image of a spacious sitting room, with a couple of sofas and a large open fire.

"You can watch what is gong on, on here. Do not move out of that seat, we are watching you as well."

She pointed to the ceiling and I would see the CCTV camera blinking. She pointed back at the monitor.

"You can see what a good system we have here and how clear the picture is. We also have sound, so I don't want to hear a word from you!"

Megan beckoned Louise to follow here and the two of them left the room. Seconds later I saw them on the monitor going into the sitting room, which must have been next door. Megan pointed to the sofa and Louise sat down. Bending her head, Megan whisper something in Louie's ear, and then left the room. A few minutes went by and then another woman entered.

She was tall and statuesque, with long flowing blond hair, wearing a tight leather bodice, matching leather trousers and boots. As she walked in, Louise sprang off the settee, presumably as primed by Megan, and bowed before her, uttering,

"Good evening, my queen."

The woman, presumably the 'queen', smiled and moved to embrace Louise, hugging her in her arms. As she released her I saw her hand drop and subtly run over Louise's buttocks, her fingers strong the curves. Louise was justifiably proud of her bottom, her buttocks globes that were full and round, perfectly complimenting her perfect pert breasts. I didn't see any reaction from her as the queen slid her fingers over her before grasping her hands and then holding her at arm's length, looking her up and down.

I had to admit the sound was crystal clear and I heard every word as she started too weak, her voice low and confident, tinged with a slight east European accent.

"Very well done my dear, you have followed our instructions of preparation to the letter."

She let go of one of Louise's hands and fingered the string of her thong which peeked above the waistband of her cargo pants, pinging it gently before realising.

"Come and sit with me."

She pulled Louise back down on to the sofa and the two women sat, their faces turned forwards each other.

"I know that Emma may have told you something about your little club?"

Louise nodded, before replying.

"A little, but she hasn't gone into a lot of detail. I know it's strictly women only, and that its very exclusive, but she hasn't told me any more."

The queen smiled and nodded before replying.

"I'm glad to hear it. Emma has been with us a long time, and I pleased to hear that she has maintained our confidentiality. You have already signed a non-disclosure notice, and you are not to talk about the club at all with any one who is not a member.."

"We recognise the superiority of women here, and the matching inferiority of men, who should exist purely to serve us and to do our biding. We manage everything here without them, and on the few occasions that they are allowed in, the rules are very strict, and ruthlessly enforced. You have actually broken one already by bringing him with you today, but I realise that you were possibly under a misapprehension so we will let that go for now."

"The club owns this house and the one next door as well, and if you are accepted you will find out that they are factually now joined together, giving us a very large space over three floors."

She paused for a moment, before adding, with a wide grin, "plus a basement!"

"There are a couple of employees, you have already met Megan who deals with day to day running, in addition to which we have a high end chef who cooks for us, and a housekeeper. The rest of the duties of the club are varied out by the members. We have three different positions within the club which are servants, guests, and attendants. Members rotate between the first two of these, so sometimes you will be here as a servant, and sometimes as a guest. The servants work for the chef and housekeeper, and take care of all the cleaning, kitchen work, and serving. The guests just enjoy themselves, and are looked after by the servants. As far as the attendants are concerned, that is the highest status within the club. They look after me, and you will have to be here a long time before you can be considered for that."

"The club is open every weekend, from Friday until Monday morning. As a member, who will bet assigned specific weekends when you must be here as a servant, and that works out at about once every two months. For the rest of the time you can come any weekend as guest, although you must book in advance, so that we can make sure there is enough accommodation available."

"Do you have any questions at this point?"

Louise was quiet for a moment, before asking.

"How do I become a member, and if I am here as a guest, where do I stay?"

"Let's deal with those in reverse order. We have 10 bedrooms altogether with are all ensuite, as well as two luxury bathrooms with jacuzzi tube. The rooms all have double beds.."

She paused for a minute to let the last part sink in.

"When you are staying here as a guest you will be assigned a partner for the weekend. That posing is chosen by us, and as we get to know you, we will do our best to make sure that you are paired with someone that you get on with well. You will not always have the same partner though, that is deliberate, and part of our approach to keep this a private and exclusive but casual environment. You will be expected to share a bed with who every you are paired with, and given that this is a strictly women only environment, it is inevitable that you will 'sleep' with them in the fullest sense. Have you ever had experiences with a woman?"

I felt my heart had stopped while I was listening to all of this. I had imagined that this owl die some sort of country club for social networking, not a lesbian sex club! I knew that Louise had had a couple of girl friends when she was at college - as she said, 'everyone did it, it didn't really mean anything'. I also knew that her friend Emma was quite blatantly bi-sexual, and I had seen her with girl friends as well as boy friends on many occasions, but it was still a shock to me that this is what Louise wanted to do.

Louise was replying to the queen's question.

"Not much ma'am."

I noted Louise's formal reply, and guessed that Megan had instructed her on what form of address to use.

"I fooled around with some girls when I was at college, but I've never really had sex with a woman."

She had dropped her head, possibly in embarrassment, but now lift her eyes shyly.

"But I think I would like to?"

The queen smiled, and reached her hand out to gently stroke Louise's head.

"I think you would enjoy it, and don't worry, if it gets to that stage you will be taking it slowly. But as to your other question?"

"To become a member you must sever something of an internship. During that period you will be here as a servant, and you will have to come every weekend for several weeks until I either decide that you can become a member, or alternatively, you are not going to be admitted. From reading your application, and talking to you now, along with Emma's recommendation, I don't think it will be a problem, but I must warn you, the internship is quite demanding. Each weekend, you will be working pretty non-stop from Friday to Monday, and the servant accommodation is quite spartan compared to the guests. Thats why, once you are a member, you only have to be a servant on odd accessions. Apart from the work, you must also obey completely and immediately the chef and housekeeper, as well as any orders given you by guests. It's a bit like a high end watching experience - the only thing that matters is the guests comfort and enjoyment."

She paused again, letting all this sink in.

"You may be wondering how we ensure such a high standard. Well of course we can simply dismiss members, but that's only a last resort. We do use some mild physical punishment if there are minor infractions."

I noticed that Louise's breathing had quickened, and the camera resolution was so good that I could see her nipples hardening under the crop top she was wearing. The queen must have noticed as well, as she reached out to Louise again, this time running her palm over my wife's chest.

"Does that excite you, my dear?"

Louise's face was beetroot red now, and I wasn't sure whether that was embarrassment or excitement. The queen continued to gently rub her palm over her nipples, which were now visibly poking through the crop top she was wearing.

"But now we must address the mistake you made today. You were told you could bring your husband, you were not told that he could come in and pollute our little club. I suppose we could have stopped him at the door - but that would mean that I would mis out on what's going to happen now!"

The queen suddenly grabbed at Louise's wrist and pulled her forward, across her lap and face down into the sofa. I heard my wife's sudden squeal of surprise, and saw hr legs briefly kick as the queen held her down across her lap.

"Have you ever been spanked, my dear?"

Louise's reply was muffled, but I heard a definite 'No'.

The queen left one hand pressing into Louise's back, holding her face down, and raised the other up high, before bringing it sharply down with a crack across my wife's buttocks, resulting in a yelp.

"Shush - that wasn't even hard. Now how many do you think you should have?"

A muffled 'I don't know' was the only reply.

"I think this is a case of 'six of the best'. Did Megan give you a safe word?"

There was an imperceptible mumble, along with a nod, so I assumed that this was part of the instruction pack that Louise had read.

"Ok - don't be afraid to use it. However, that will signal the end of the interview - if you can't get through this, then I don't think you will be able to cut it here. THere's just one adjustment I have to make."

Louis'e cargo pants had slipped down slightly when she struggled across the queen's lap, and the string of her thong was clearly visible as it disappears into the cheeks of her arse. I thought for a minute that the queen was going to pull the waistband up to persevere Louise's modesty, but to my surprise, she tinge in the other direction, pulling the cargo pants down to her knees, and revealing my wife's naked buttocks, already slightly read from the slap she had just received.

The queen gently stroked Louise's bottom with her hand, exciting what sounded like a put of contentment. That was shortly lived though, as the queen suddenly raised her hand and brought it crashing down swiftly six times, as Louise trashed and wailed hopelessly.

Suddenly there was silence. I watched as the clear imprint of winders appeared on Louise's reddening flesh and I heard muffled sobs as she lay there. The queen gently stroked her head, making gently shushing noises, and then the door opened to admit Megan, carrying a bottle in her hand. The queen continued to stroke Louise while Megan poured lotion into her own hand, and then gently rubbed it across the red buttocks. The sobs turned to gentle moans as Louise lay there, her head and bottom caressed by two separate women. Megan continued to massage her buttocks and then gently puled her cargo pants up, before lifting Louise from the queen's lap, to sit again on the sofa.

Her eye were red and teary, and the queen sat watching impassively as Megan, kneeling on the floor, gently dabbed at Louise's eyes, ting then before kissing her softly on the lips and then standing. The queen took Louise's hand and turned her face to face.

"Well done my dear, that wasn't too bad was it? I think we can start you as an intern if you like. Go home and think about it, and Megan will be win touch with the details. I hope we see you back here soon."

With that the queen stood up and left the room, Megan bowing respectfully as she left. Once they were alone, Megan pulled Louise from the sofa and hugged her. I watched the two women standing in the room, still in each other's arms, with Morgan gently stroking Louise's hair. Eventually they pulled away. This time Louise leant in toward Megan, returning her kisses before pulling away with a quiet, "Thank You."

I saw the two women leave the room, but only Megan came back in to where I was. She didn't speak to me, just curtly nodded her head in an indication tat I should leave. The front door was already open and Louise was waiting on the step. The door shut behind me and we walked down the steps to the car, both of silent in our own thought.

On the drive back I ask Louise, "do you want to talk about it?"

She school her head.

"Not just yet."