Chapter 7

Saturday, 24 February 2001 - Club Introduction

We all had been looking forward to this evening. My obedience training had gone well and so, it was time to introduce me to the other members of their BDSM club.

Even when Sofie thought, I was ready for it, I wasn't so sure about it. Although, Bridget saying the same thing gave me more confidence about the evening.

Not that it would be hard to remember how I had to behave there, but still, I didn't know any of those people, and I also didn't know what they were expecting from me. Although, the fact that I could always use my safe word with them, eased my mind a little. Not that Bridget thought that they would do anything to me that I wouldn't like, but still, it was good to know that I always could stop the things I didn't like with my safe word.

When we started to get ready for the evening, I took a quick shower and shaved the parts that needed it. Which wasn't much, thanks to my daily shaving ritual in the morning. However, I did pay a little more attention on it to make sure I would be perfectly shaven.

Sofie took her shower after me, and then we went together to her room. We helped each other with our makeup, and yes; we did this naked. Well, I had to be naked anyway, but Sofie didn't put on her clothes either, and I couldn't help but admire her pretty body. To be honest, while we had done a lot of sexual things ... Well, she to me ... I almost had never seen her naked. So, on those few occasions when she was naked with me, I took advantage of it to get a good look at her.

After we were done with the makeup, it was time to get dressed for the evening festivities. And I have to say, she had a rather pretty outfit for the evening.

She first put on a garter belt and then sensually put some stocking over her slender legs. It was all black lace. She also put on some nice-looking panties, also in lace and very see-through. It was a good thing that she also shaved, because else those panties wouldn't have looked as good on her as they did. And the fact that you could see the tip of her slit through it made it even sexier.

As usual, she didn't bother with a bra. Which she also didn't need with those perky breasts of hers. And then she finished dressing by putting on a lovely and rather sexy black evening dress. It left her back completely bare while at the front, she had also a very nice cleavage. The dress was held up by two thin straps over her shoulders, and I was sure that when I would slip them to the side, her dress would probably end up around her feet in a second. Well, that was the daydream I had when I looked at her.

When she bent forward to put on her shoes, I noticed that the dress fell open and her breasts were in plain sight. I liked it a lot that the dress ended just above her knees. It left her beautiful calves in plain sight, and those high-heeled shoes made them look even nicer.

I could really say that I was going to be escorted by a very classy lady, who also looked very sexy in those clothes. I liked it a lot. I couldn't help but think that I wished that she was more into girls, because in the way how she looked right now, I felt the urge to throw her on her bed and have my way with her.

With Sofie done getting dressed, we had nothing else to do than go downstairs and to join Bridget and Gunter there. Well, we both had heard them go down already, so we knew they were waiting for us, even when we still had plenty of time left before we had to leave.

When we got downstairs, we found Gunter sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was wearing black pants with a white shirt. And, I could also see that he was wearing a black collar around his neck. This was obviously his slave collar. On a chair hung the black jacket of his suit. I could see that he had fancy black shoes on his feet, and I was glad when I noticed that he was wearing black socks with them. I hate it when men wear white socks when dressed like this, and probably a lot of other women feel the same as I do. So guys, remember this little tip from me.

When Bridget walked into the living room, I whistled at her. Well, she looked as nice as her younger sister, even when her dress showed less skin than Sofie's. She was also wearing a black dress, but her back was completely covered and the only cleavage she showed was from the little slit that was in the front of her dress. However, when she walked, you could see a lot of her right leg. The dress had a split that ended at her hip, which showed her whole leg when she did a step forwards with her right leg. When I noticed this, it made me wonder if she was wearing panties or not. The split sure was high enough on her hip to expose her panties at the side if she were wearing one.

The ensemble was completely by high-heeled shoes, left most of the top of her feet exposed. Only six thin straps covered her lovely feet.

I sure was glad that I wasn't a guy at that moment, because else everyone would surely have noticed how all of them excited me. Well, if I got a little more excited, they would probably also have noticed it, but for now, my little clit was still nicely hidden between my pussy lips.

Like I said, we still had plenty time left before we had to leave, so we passed our time by watching some show they had recorded during the week.

Not that I was paying a lot of attention to it, because I was too much thinking about the evening ahead of us. Mostly, because the others didn't want to tell me what I could expect to happen in their club this evening. I was already trying to imagine how I was hanging on some ropes while all those people were inspecting my body with their hands. Maybe they would even flog me or even fuck me while I hung there.

I had to smile with myself, when I noticed that I was already getting wet between my legs, and we weren't even there yet.

So, by the time we were about to leave, I was already in a very good and sexy mood. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the others. Bridget even joked that I should drink plenty of water this evening, if I didn't want to get too hydrated by the end of the evening. And, well, they could probably also smell that I was aroused. If I could smell it, others surely could as well. Which, of course, made me go upstairs again to wash my pussy quickly and put on some perfume to mask my odor.

When I got downstairs again, Bridget told me it was time for me to get dressed. I had been wondering about this, because none of them had told me what I would be wearing this evening.

It was Gunter who put a box on the living room table and told me I could get dressed inside the house this time.

I quickly opened the box, looked inside and was stunned about what I found in it. Or better said, what I didn't find in it. Because the only things that were lying in the box were some nice-looking high-heeled shoes and a white collar with a black strip on it.

The shoes looked very nice on me, but almost didn't cover anything of my feet. There were only two thin straps on it. One was around my ankles, and the other one was just above my toes.

It was Sofie who put my collar on and made sure it was tight enough, but not too tight at the same time.

And then, the three of them looked at me and smiled.

"You look perfect in your outfit," Bridget said jokingly. "Don't you think so?" she asked Gunter by nudging him.

"Yep, perfect," he said while he checked me out for the thousandth time, probably. He was still the only one in the house who couldn't stop staring at me whenever I was around him.

Sofie and Bridget had gotten used on me running around them naked, but he still looked at me like it was the first time he saw me naked. Which didn't bother me at all and even made me feel very good about it whenever I caught him staring at me.

"Is this all I'm going to wear this evening?" I asked them.

"Of course! As a new slave, you have to earn the rights to wear clothes! Hadn't I told you this yet?" Sofie asked cheekily.

I shook 'no' with my head, but at the same time smiled at her to show her I was okay with it. Well, they all probably knew that I was more than okay with it. The thought that I would be running around naked in the club was, as usual, a turn-on for me.

I was a little unhappy when Bridget gave me a long coat to wear, before we went outside to their car. I wouldn't have minded driving to the club in the natural, but it seemed that this would go too far for Bridget. Well, probably also because she didn't want to get into trouble with the authorities. I'm sure that if it were legal, to go out naked, she would probably have made me go out without my coat on.

Our drive over to the club went uneventful, of course. However, I have to say that I was astonished when we arrived there. I knew this neighborhood and I also knew that most villa's along this road had been turned into sex clubs and bordellos.

For some reason, I had thought that their club would have been more secluded and surely not in a neighborhood that was associated with prostitution. Especially, because most people back then had some strange thoughts about BDSM in general.

Although, this club also didn't look like the usual buildings around here. At the outside, it looked like a luxurious villa that had an expensive restaurant attached to it at the right side. To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the huge sign, with a silhouette of a naked lady on it, in front of the villa, most people would probably have thought that this was a restaurant or maybe even a ballroom.

While we walked towards the building, I could feel how a breeze slipped underneath my coat and tickled my body. It reminded me how naked I would soon be among all those people inside.

We walked in through the front door, which wasn't locked, and ended up in the foyer of the building. The foyer wasn't too big and had a few doors in the walls that led to unknown places. At the left side of the room, there was a coat service and two girls stood behind the counter and looked at us.

I didn't pay too much attention to them, because I was admiring the pictures that hung on the walls. I checked them out when I followed the others towards the counter. I noticed that every frame on the wall held a picture of another girl in them. The girls in the picture were all naked, and they all looked very beautiful. If I had to guess about their age, I would say they were all in their early twenties. Well, a few would probably be older, but none of them could be older than twenty-five maybe twenty-six

There was something peculiar about these pictures. All of them showed the girls' name in the right lower corner and just underneath the pictures was a hook attached on the wall. The hooks were all empty, but it made me wonder about the purpose of them.

When we reached the counter, I looked at the girls standing behind it, and I noticed that they were probably only a few years older than Sofie and I.

Because I had been distracted by those pictures on the wall, I hadn't noticed that the others had already taken off their coats, and Sofie was even waiting for me to give her my coat it seemed.

So, I unbuttoned it quickly, slipped out of my coat and gave it to Sofie. I noticed that the girl, who accepted the coats from Sofia, was smiling at me while she checked me out. I smiled back at her and also checked her out. Well, the outfit she was wearing was rather revealing, although all her naughty parts were nicely hidden.

Because the other girl was wearing exactly the same outfit, it was obvious that this was what they had to wear inside the club. Of course, that the short light-blue t-shirts they were wearing also had the name of the club plastered in yellow letters across their breasts could also have been an indication. Those t-shirts were even so short and tight, that they ended just underneath their breasts and clung around their breasts. I think that if they would lift their arms above their heads, the bottom part of their breasts would get exposed to us. And when they walked to one side, to hang our coats away, I noticed that they were wearing tiny hot-pants in the same color as their t-shirts. They were V-shaped and barely managed to cover their buts. And when they turned around, I noticed that only their vulva was hidden but that the skin, their mounds, could be seen. Which, of course, revealed to us that they would be completely shaven down there.

However, the thing I liked the best about them, was that both girls were running around on bare feet. And their toenails, well, their fingernails as well, were done in the same light blue color as their tiny outfits.

It was only when the girl said something to Sofie, that I looked up and noticed that she had short blond hair and bluish eyes. The other girl, who was talking with Bridget had also short hair, but her hair was black, and she had brown eyes.

After the two girls had given the tickets of our coats to Bridget and Sofie, it was eventually Bridget, who took them all and put them away in the little purse she had with her. Well, she needed this purse also for our IDs and other things that could come in handy.

We then crossed the foyer and went through the double door that was in the right wall of the foyer.

When we walked in, we were greeted by another girl, in the same little outfit as those other two girls.

"Hello, can I help you?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, thank you," Bridget answered her.

Bridget pulled our invitations out of her purse and gave it to the girl. The girl checked it against a list she had lying on a table next to her and then smiled while saying, "Welcome! Follow me please."

While she ushered us to our table, I took the time to check the place out. It was a rather large room with a lot of tables in it. It even looked a lot like a fancy restaurant in here, but it was obvious that it also could be used for many other things. The whole place had a carpet on the floor, which would probably be best if the girls working here had to run around on bare feet all the time. The girl, who was walking in front of us, was tiptoeing all the time. Which made her even cuter than those other two girls in the foyer. She also had short hair, and hers was somewhere between blond and brown.

When we got closer to the middle of the room, I noticed that they had made a dance floor there. Well, they had covered the carpet with a shiny surface that had to represent the dance floor. At the right wall, just behind the dance floor, they had built a stage, and I could see that a DJ would provide the music this evening, from the equipment standing on it.

When I heard some noise coming from my left, I looked at it and noticed that they had a rather large bar covering the left wall. It almost covered the whole length of the room, and the bar was split at several places to give the waitresses easy access to get behind it.

There were at least seven girls working there and two guys. For some reason, I couldn't help but think, "Those two lucky devils!"

Two of the girls came out from behind the bar to service some tables, and I noticed that they were also wearing the same tiny outfits and were also on bare feet. Those two were also tiptoeing, and I wondered if they had followed a course to learn to do it so sexy. I sure wanted to kick off my own shoes and tiptoe like them all around the place.

Although, when I checked the guys out, I noticed that they were wearing plain t-shirts and jeans. They even had white sneakers on their feet. So, it seemed that only the girls had to run around in revealing outfits, and the boys could dress more normally.

To tell you the truth, if it hadn't been for the outfits of those girls or the naked paintings decorating the walls of the room. This place could have easily been a very classy restaurant, like the way it looked.

Oh yeah, and there was also one small detail I almost forgot to mention. I had also looked at the people sitting at the tables and besides from me, I had only seen one other naked girl in the room. All other people were wearing dresses or suits, and a few of them were also wearing collars. Most of those collars were black and only a few were white. Although, most girls who were wearing a black collar had also a white stripe on them. However, the men collars were evenly divided between white and black collars, and I noticed that all of those collars didn't have a stripe on them in the opposite color.

We eventually ended up at a table, that was next to the dance floor, and after we all sat down, the girl asked us, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Yes," Bridget answered. "You can bring us a bottle of champagne and four glasses, please."

"Right away," the girl said and then tiptoed towards the bar. I followed her cute shaking tushie until she was out of sight.

While we waited for her to bring our order, I took some more time to look at the girls behind the bar. To my surprise, I recognized a few of them from those pictures in the foyer. It made me wonder why they would have their naked pictures hanging in the foyer while they worked here as waitresses.

After one of the girls brought us a champagne bucket with a bottle in it and had poured us all a glass, we toasted on a nice evening.

This gave me some extra time to look at the people sitting at the tables. And it was now that I noticed that some of them were wearing masks that covered their eyes and sometimes even their noses. Even some of them, who I presumed were slaves from the white or black collars they were wearing, were also wearing those masks.

And then, finally, my curiosity got the better of me.

"Um ... Sofie," I said whispering to her.

"Yes?" she whispered back.

"Can I ask you something about my collar?"

"Sure," Sofie answered.

"I noticed that some collars are completely black or white, and some of them have a stripe on them. Why is this?"

"I thought you never would ask," Sofie answered smiling. "It's very simple, though.

"The black collars are for straight people and the white collars for those who are gay.

"A stripe on them, will tell people that the person swings both ways.

"So, your collar tells people that you are mostly interested in women, but that you also would do things with men."

I looked at the others again and then said, "So, if I get it right, most girls here are straight, but also would do girls."

"To be honest," Sofie said. "Most of the women in our club are hetero. However, most of them also add a white stripe to their collar, because else it would restrict them too much in the things they could do around here.

"As you maybe have noticed already, there aren't too many male slaves in our club. I think that about 10% of them are men, and the rest of them are women. And from those men, you have also a few who are gay.

"Needles to say, maybe, but this leaves us mistresses with a lack of male slaves. Not that the straight male slaves have a problem with this, because this gets them a lot of female attention."

I looked at Gunter, and I noticed that he was smiling at me. Well, I could understand that with these numbers, those few straight men would have a lot of potential girls interested in them.

Although, the fact that many of those girls also would do things with other girls, gave me also a lot of potential fun.

"And why are some of those people wearing masks?" I asked the other question that was bothering me.

"So they can remain anonymous, of course. It's something I should have asked you as well, but I thought you wouldn't mind people seeing your face."

I just shrugged and said, "I don't think anyone here knows me. So no, I don't care."

Then we noticed a couple who had a naked man following them. He was wearing a white collar, which surprised me a little. Especially, because this couple seemed to be in a relationship with each other. I think that they were even husband and wife, in the way how they behaved.

I kept on looking at them until they were also seated next to the dance floor. However, they were sitting on the other side. I couldn't help but notice that this male slave they had with them was nicely hung, and I loved it that he was also completely shaven. Which, of course, made his penis look even bigger than it really was.

A few other people arrived, but they all were formally dressed. So, it seemed that there would only be three naked people in the whole place, and I would be one of them. This didn't make me feel unhappy about it, in fact, I was glad about it. It sure would get me more attention from those people than when more of us would be running around without clothes.

Well, by now, every guest had arrived, and so an announcer told us that they would start serving dinner. This was a good thing, because I had already noticed that I was feeling hungry. I hadn't eaten much until now, because Bridget had told me that would have dinner here and that the food the serves would be delicious.

Bridget had already made all arrangements, and she had chosen a pepper steak for all of us. Which meant that they would serve red wine at our table. Well, if I had to choose between fish or meat, I would also have chosen meat.

And I must say, Bridget hadn't exaggerated. Whoever was the cook in this sex club, was very good. The food they served was more than excellent and was even better than at a lot of the restaurants in the city.

Once dinner was over, and the tables had been cleaned, a DJ started to play some background music. People were talking with each other, and even Bridget and Gunter left our table to go talk with some people they knew. Sofie stayed with me, but we didn't talk too much. To be honest, I was more interested in looking at the people sitting at the other tables and some of them were also looking at me. I even got a few friendly smiles from those other people when they noticed me looking at them.

While I checked them all out, well the people, I could see from where I was sitting, I noticed that most of them had to be in their thirties, maybe even forties, and only about 30 maybe 35 percent were in their twenties. I think that Sofie and I were even the youngest people in the room. Although, some of the girls working behind the bar could also be around our age.

After a while, I even started to get bored. I sure was hoping that it wouldn't take much longer before whatever they had planned for this evening would commence.

It had to be past eight o'clock already when I noticed that a few guys were placing some chairs on stage, which looked very ceremonial. I'm sure you know the kind I'm talking about, you probably have seen similar chairs already on TV. It were the kind of chairs that they use for kings in those movies.

And while those people were setting the stage, the people in the room were slowly returning to their own chairs. By the time everyone was back at their own table, everything was ready on stage. And when the lights in the room were dimmed, I was relieved that they finally would start with the fun part of the evening, I hoped.

Four people, who had been sitting at the other side of the room, somewhere next to the stage, stood up and came on stage. Three of them, two men and a woman, went sitting on the chairs, while the fourth one, also a man, went standing about center stage where they had put a microphone on a stand.

The moment the guy at the micro started to speak, the lights above the stage went back on.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman! Welcome to the inauguration of our new members and especially their slaves!"

Everyone in the room started to applaud, and I did the same.

Now that the lights above the stage were back on, I inspected the three people sitting on the chairs. They looked important, especially the guy in the middle.

Even when this guy, in his black pants and white shirt, didn't look that different to the other well-dressed people around me, he radiated self-confidence and leadership. Just looking at him told me that I would probably do anything he would ask from me. It was mostly those deep dark eyes, in combination with his shoulder long black hair, which made me feel like this. From what I could see of his skin, it was obvious he was nicely tanned.

Although, the woman sitting to his left also had a flair about her that demanded obedience. Well, also maybe, because she was wearing one of those black dominatrix outfits with handcuffs hanging down at her left hip and a whip dangling at her right hip. It was obvious that she would probably administer the punishments. But I have to say, she did look sexy in that black latex dress she was wearing in combination with black net stocking and, of course, black leather boots, which came knee high. She also had black hair that was rather long, it came down to about her middle. She also had dark eyes, but her skin was rather white, as if she almost never went out into the sun. This made her fiery red lipstick stand out and gave her lips something sensual. And while she looked like she was maybe 23 years old, I was sure that she had to be around her thirties already. It was just in the way how she behaved, that gave me this suspicion.

And then there was also that guy sitting on the other side. I couldn't see too much of him, because he was wearing a black cape with a hood on. So, his face was hidden out of view. He was also wearing black pants, but a black shirt instead of a white one.

The guy standing at the microphone was wearing a two piece black suit with a white shirt. He had short brown hair and from what I could see, maybe blue eyes. Well, his eyes sure didn't look as dark as those of the man in de middle and that woman.

"As most of our longtime members know, this evening is meant to get to know our new recruits a little better. For those who are new to the proceedings of the evening, I will give you a short explanation on how this evening will go."

His explanation was short and to the point, but he gave enough information to give me an idea about what would happen next. In short, it would go like this. He would call out the master of a new slave by name, and then he or she would bring his or her slave on stage for inspection. The slave will be introduced to the Grandmaster first and then to everyone else in the room. The guy at the microphone will share some information about the slave with the others. Mostly, the things they like to be done to them and other stuff they like. I wondered what he would be telling about me to them.

After the new slaves have been introduced, the other members of the club will get a chance to get to know them better. They all will get the opportunity to ask those slaves for a dance, during which they can ask them questions. This would probably take until midnight or a little longer. Hearing this, I was less happy about those high-heel shoes I was wearing.

Although, the party wouldn't by over at midnight. There would also be some extra entertainment later in the evening. However, he didn't mention what this entertainment would be. For some reason, I thought it would involve us new slaves.

After he was done explaining, I could feel that I was a little nervous again. Although, at the same time, also a little excited. The part where I would be standing on stage, naked of course, with all those people looking at me, got me a little hot. I wondered if they would also allow those people to explore my body with their hands later on. That could be fun!

And then it was time, I heard how he called out the name of the first master who had to come on stage to introduce his new slave to the rest of the club.

Somewhere at the other side of the dance floor, I saw a guy in his mid forties getting up. He was holding a leash in his hands and attached it to the collar of that other naked girl in the room.

He pulled her up from the chair and then guided her to the stage.

Just like me, she was completely naked except for her shoes. She was wearing red shoes with an open toe, and the heel of her shoes weren't as tall as mine. However, she still managed to walk in a sensual way, and I liked how she managed to shake her booty while she walked. She sure had the art of seducing under her belt.

She was a pretty girl, well woman, because she had to be in her mid-twenties already. The most striking feature on her body were her breasts. They were big and perky with rather big pink areolas on top of them, accompanied with the cutest little nipples. Because her tits stood so firmly on her chest, I wasn't sure if they were natural or not. Although, her breasts looked maybe bigger than they were, because she had a very slim waistline, with a rather fine ass underneath it. She sure had the perfect hourglass figure, and I could see in the eyes of the men that they all would like to have some fun with her. Well, I also wouldn't have minded having some fun with her. If I think about it today, she even had a Gothic look to it, because she also had rather white skin and in combination with her long black hair and the collar she was wearing, she looked like one of those Gothic models you sometimes see in catalogs.

However, there was also something on her body that surprised me. Because, she didn't shave herself, at all. Her bush was thick and luscious, and she even hadn't bothered to shave her armpits. I didn't know that there were still girls like this around. Although, I must say, she did shave her legs, because those were very smooth looking.