First Published April 29, 2022

It was a remarkable weekend. While the Club carried on during these times, the general populace began to emerge from the global situation. Though there was still a hint of uncertainty in the way of social protocols, those concerns dissipated as attendees eagerly made their way up the long, private driveway. To be sure, the Club gathered at a secluded compound tucked high above Beverly Hills. It was an eight bed retreat with a layout that suited our needs perfectly. In addition, the surrounding, lush greenery offered majestic, panoramic views and more importantly, confidence for abundant sport and play.

Upon arrival, Members and guests were welcomed by our hostess, the Goblin Goddess, a statuesque brunette beauty who exquisitely betrayed the descriptor in her name. For those keen to our aesthetics, it was a marvelous introduction to the Club. With coats checked and champagne flutes in hand, attendees passed the foyer and were immediately enveloped by the blush-tinted playground.

Those who heeded the advice about punctuality, were well rewarded. In the main drawing room, we introduced The Satyr and his enchanting lady Sphinx, the newest characters to the Club’s menagerie. Both were fair-haired, fair-skinned, and attractive in the classic sense. Over the course of the evening, onlookers were treated to authenticity between these two lovers. Utilizing a steel suspension frame which occupied the entirety of the room, the Dominant relished focusing the group’s attention on his nude submissive. Calling upon his vast repertoire and knowledge of breath, electro, and impact play, he applied his craft with ease. Voyeurs stood transfixed. Bound in his Shibari ropes, his lover took flight and was led on a rollercoaster journey of liberating emotions and pleasurable pain. It ultimately culminated in, with his permission, a sublime ecstasy.

Not yet midnight, there was a lot of activity in the north tower, where four guest rooms and four king sized beds were clustered together. Aroused from the spectacles found throughout, many couples sought release, including a number of women who explored each other while their beaus eagerly watched on. Not inconsequential, a number of classic threesomes and primal foursomes also transpired, indicating that polyamory was indeed in fashion. A group of revelers even brought along their own bag of toys, which we do encourage. On at least three occasions, the Koala was heard moaning while riding a few lucky fellows. Dresses, lingerie, tuxedos, and masks were strewn all over the upper level. A successful indicator, absolutely. While the sea of nude bodies were sometimes indistinguishable, we did note that Big Easy found his blonde Lioness for the evening, and Spyder wrapped a spellbound web around another cheerful brunette.

Back on the ground floor, activation stations were spread throughout. There was the St. Andrews cross and our pleasure saddle, which both saw much usage. Centrally located, in the second sitting room, was another king sized bed. Encircled by sofas and arm chairs, the mattress offered opportunities for the exhibitionists among us. And to the delight of the Club, there were many.

Opposite the ice sculpture and underneath the extra large canvas painting, were a cadre of white prayer candles on an antique silver tray. As the lit wicks flickered about, melted wax continuously collected in the tall glass jars.

During a polite group conversation just after 1am or thereabouts, a petite brunette, who we will call Mia, made a request to be tied up, whipped, and covered in candle wax, as her companion looked on. In short, she “[wanted] to try it all.” Bunnyman and The Raging Bull graciously obliged. It was to be a similar scene to that with The Fire Dancer from last year, but a bit more intense and decidedly, ultra hardcore.

It started with a blindfold, produced from Bunnyman’s inner jacket chest pocket. Over her hazel eyes, the black silk cloth deprived her of sight but did enhance her sense of touch and diminished any feelings of anxiety from other peering eyes. As her world went dark, Mia’s hands were immediately bound at the wrists by fibrous jute rope; they were immobilized over and behind her head. Her hands were attached to another strand that encircled her fine, lower rib cage. Her back was arched, and her chest pointed up. She consented to The Raging Bull removing her strappy lace top. Her nipples were proudly erect. Passing by, the Alchemist was lured into the scene.

Knowing her penchant for multiple men, the three Members reclined her onto her back and took great care to simultaneously stimulate familiar pleasure points and well-defined erogenous zones. In concert with a variety of prickly and stinging instruments, her bare skin welcomed the novel sensations. While a vibrating wand was applied to her clitoris, her body was caressed with drops and streams of melted candle wax. The warmth of the liquid soothed her. Entrusting these gentlemen, she willingly gave in.

After her chest was completely encased in hardened wax, she yearned to be fully present for the remainder of the night. When the silk blindfold was removed from her eyes, she was surprised but also aroused by her growing audience. As soon as she was free from bondage, she took the Bull by the horns, literally, and commanded he enter her. And he did, with each subsequent thrust being more impactful than before.

Insatiable and having a desire for variety, she also coaxed the Alchemist to let her taste and engulf his member. When the Bull had finished, Mia and the Alchemist took leave from the main room and carried on in the Pantheon. Gratified by the opportunity, he was intent on letting her try his all. Her date, wide grinned with approval, remained behind, clinked glassware with the Bunnyman, and gave applause.