Blindfolded and strapped in by the wrists and ankles, she had no choice. There was a get out signal, but only I knew it and she knew not to give it unless the pain overtook her high threshold.
The venue was a swingers club, Midlands, UK. A couple of old town houses knocked into one large venue. You went up one staircase inside one building, and down the other side back to the bar, but half way up one staircase, where it turns and does a 180 turn was her cupboard, her favourite place. Anyone who walked around the building had to walk past her, male or female, young or old, fat or thin, white, black or brown, all past her on their travels around the building. The play rooms were at the top, the sauna and lounge on the middle floor, and the Jacuzzi and bar on the ground floor, so it made sense for everyone to be passing continuously in search of the fun at higher levels.
We’d always start the evening off with a soak in the Jacuzzi, cuddled up together, feeling each others nakedness as a
