I know we’ve written about what it was like in the club in previous posts but it’s worth taking you through some of it again. You read something similar in John’s post about his first impression.
The moment we walked through the doors of the club, you could almost feel the energy. Right to our left, on one of the St. Andrew’s crosses positioned near the entrance, a woman had her gentleman restrained, arms and legs spread in that classic X shape and she was giving him full on oral sex. No hesitation, no drawn curtains, just pure, unapologetic play as people walked in. It was an immediate reminder: this place doesn’t ease you in gently. It greets you with exactly what it’s about.
We made our way past the bar (water and soda only—BDSM nights here are strictly “dry” events to keep everyone clear-headed and safe) and up a half-flight of stairs the larger play area was set up. That’s where the real show unfolded: three more St. Andrew’s crosses set up in the center, surrounded by couches lining the outer walls, all mirrored. A couple of smaller raised platforms with stripper poles flanked the sides. We found a spot on one of the side couches, perfect for watching without being right in the center.
A mistress was setting up her scene on one of the crosses. She unrolled her bag of implements: canes in every variety (wooden for that classic sting, clear acrylic for a sharper bite, even metal ones that looked intimidating), thick foam bats, heavy chains, and more. Once her subject was positioned… facing the cross, arms stretched high… she slipped on fingerless gloves. I nudged John and said: “Ooo, I gotta get me some of those. My hands wouldn’t hurt during play.” Practical, smart, and something I definitely need to add to my own kit.
What struck me most was how many people didn’t even need restraints. They were there because they wanted it – craved it – and they stayed in place because the experience fulfilled something deep. Watching her technique was fascinating: some strikes mirrored things I’ve done, others were different. I filed away a few ideas to try later, while others were a firm “Nope, not my style.” That’s the beauty of these spaces… exposure to variety without judgment. Not everything is for everyone, and that’s exactly why it’s valuable.
The night took a turn when we decided to claim the spanking bench upstairs, tucked in a corner near the round bed, up on a loft. It felt secluded enough – only those really looking would notice – so my public-play nerves settled a bit. I’m not someone who usually does anything in front of others, so this was a big step.
I unzipped and slid off my boots, looked at John, and said, “Take off your belt. I want to beat you with it.”
He stripped down to just his chastity cage and knelt on the bench. I took a few experimental swings to find the rhythm… back and forth, cheek to cheek and once it clicked, I couldn’t stop. The belt landed again and again, I could feel the music around us, not really hear it anymore. I had sweat starting to bead on my skin. It felt electric, that tingling rush spreading through my chest. I wasn’t going full force… still shy about the public setting, and knowing my husband was somewhere on the loft to the left, possibly watching his wife wield a belt for the first time. That added a weird layer I hadn’t anticipated. But even holding back, John’s skin started to bruise, even before we finished.
I checked in with him, as I always do, especially in impact play. “You doing good?” He never came close to a safeword; I wasn’t even near my own peak. If I’d had my canes and more private space, I could have sunk deep into Dom space. Still, it felt incredible to let go even a little, especially when someone walked by, gave me a wink and a thumbs-up. That small validation? It felt so good!
We didn’t stay on the bench forever, but it felt timeless in the moment. Afterward, we wandered down to get something to drink, enjoying the music, the people, the sex area, the place overall. I loved being there with my two handsome men on my arms (yes, I imagined everyone else was jealous). Jon seemed to enjoy parts of it, though other times he looked like I’d dragged him to the opera. Lol. Fair enough – not every event clicks the same way for everyone.
The club itself is primarily a swingers spot, but they welcome all kinks and host different themed nights. BDSM events like this one are just part of it. It’s a place to explore, watch, learn new techniques, try new implements, meet people into the same things (or different ones), and just soak in the atmosphere. We have already talked about going back, whether for another BDSM night or, something else entirely.
Have you ever stepped into a space like this for the first time? What surprised you most?
I’d love to hear about it.
Michele
