Page 72 of The Secret Club
After looking at the glass walls and wondering who was looking back at me, I gather myself up and walk into the bathroom for a quick shower. I decide to get ready for bed and read until my eyelids close on me.
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Iawake with a start, but it must be earlier than I usually wake, there is no music to wake me. Maybe I fell asleep earlier than usual. The lights are low, and I lay still under the covers. And there it is, that familiar wet feeling between my legs.Do I really sleep that heavy?I muse.
I lie still a little longer and reflect on my week so far, the men I have met and how they are taking care of me and the sex I’ve been having. It’s unfathomable what I have been doing yet here I am. I feel a connection with nearly all the men in small or bigger ways. Tom is unreadable but even he doesn’t seem threatening. No one has made me feel wretched or like an actual whore. They’ve done the opposite and made me feel wanted, enjoyed and valued. I know going into this experience I had no idea what to expect, but these men are a thousand times better than any preconceived idea I could have had. They simply just want to be free to do their thing. And I get that. Up until I was recently made a playmate, when have I ever felt comfortable asking for what I want, or even acknowledging what I want. Not even to myself. I thought those kinds of things happened only in porn or brothels. Sofar away from my reach it’s almost laughable where I find myself now.
Nothing has been done to me I haven’t enjoyed. These may not all be my own personal kinks, but I am enjoying them just the same. The new experiences make me wonder what more is out there and how much farther and deeper can I go in the world of kinks? All the way? And what way is that?
Then my heart pangs and I think of James and my children. They’re in my heart always. I know the kids are perfectly fine and James is looking after them so they’re safe and happy. But who is looking after James? Who is there to hear about his day, help with the kids and tell him I’m ok. Is this time away tearing him apart from worry or has he managed to compartmentalise and is able to rest knowing the club wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to me?
I ache to reach out to him and let him know I’m fine. To give him an update and reassure him. He is such a wonderful man inside and out. I am lucky and I know it. Even more so with the most recent events leading up to today and where I am. Who else’s husband would allow this? Who else would really be on board with me becoming a playmate, I haven’t even told my best friend or my sister. I mean, he’s so into it, he’s taken two weekends of Dom training this month. Not as if he’s let me in on what he’s learnt and what he’s like as a Dom yet, just teasing me and promising to share all after this week. I cannot wait to see this side of him just as he’s watched and enjoyed seeing me change and become a playmate.
Becoming a playmate is so far outside the realms of normality, I fear the kind of backlash my stomach can’t handle. And once it’s out, I can never go back. Living a double life is not hurting anyone, it’s protecting my children and ensuring everyone continues believing we’re living the status quo just like every member of the golf club and the playmates. There is a very good reason for the secrecy, proven by tabloid after dirtytabloid story. We haven’t reached a time yet where sexual freedom is accepted and it’s unlikely in my lifetime. But what I know is, it’s happening just like it’s likely happened for generations: people from all walks of life finding their safe place through underground secret clubs and memberships. I’m thrilled and thankful it found me, or I found it. It’s been very freeing to say the least and with the support of the man I love, what more in this life could I possibly want? I have a husband who supports me, two healthy, happy children and a job that not only pays incredibly well but allows me to unleash a side of me I had no idea existed.
I contemplate getting up when the music begins to play softly, and I know for sure it must be time to get up and showered, ready for Carl. A bolt of delight goes through me to see him and that’s all I need to pull the covers back and make my way into the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.
My morning events go just like the previous two. Carl shaves me to perfection, moisturises my skin like I’m a delicate flower and then flips me over in a first and takes me gently from behind.
Cook feeds me well with fruit and porridge again but with a twist of maple syrup dribbled along his cock. That was a sticky, delicious mess.
After sweetly saying goodbye to Cook and him not giving me a hint of what is in store for me, I settle on the bed with a new book and anticipate what the men have in store for me. There have only been two men who haven’t played with me properly, Dr Jack and Darcy. But I’m pretty sure Darcy plays with my body every night. So that leaves Dr Jack unless Tom hasn’t had his way with me yet in the manner he would like. I find it hard to concentrate on reading as I mull over in my mind who will be walking through the door next.
When the door does finally opens, a smiling, white coated Dr Jack enters with Tom behind. Tom wears his usual mask ofunreadable features and makes his way directly over to the brown armchair, I affectionately think of it as Tom’s armchair now. He sits, relaxes back and folds one leg over the other as his eyes finally land on me, staring intently at my nakedness. Only Tom makes me truly feel like I’m exposed. Why is that?
My attention is quickly taken by Dr Jack who is carrying a briefcase and has a stethoscope around his neck. I hold in a giggle; he sure does look the part today.
I smile warmly up at Dr Jack and say a bright, “Hello handsome Dr Jack, it’s lovely to see you today.”
Dr Jack’s eyes flash at me, his boyish good looks make my insides melt into a puddle as his grin lights up his face and he replies, “Hello to you too. I’ve missed you, sweet girl.”
“I’m glad you’re here doctor. Have you come to give me a check-up?”
“I sure have. You have been fucked by many men in the space of three days. It’s time you had a check-up to make sure you are fit and healthy to take the rest of us,” he winks at me. “Ordinarily I would ask you to strip, but you are the perfect patient and have already taken all your clothes off for me.” Another wink and I almost swoon where I’m sitting.
“Tom, wheel in my patient bed, would you?” he asks over his shoulder but doesn’t take his eyes off me.
From my periphery I can see Tom stand and leave the room. Moments later he pushes in a medical looking bed that I recognise from the stretching playmate job I’d had.Where do men buy these from?!
“First, I’m going to give you a breast examination. Please come and stand in front of me.” Dr Jack has sat on my bed, so I shuffle off it and stand fully nude in front of him. Reaching out his hands he begins to press down with his fingertips on a flat hand down on different locations on my breast, seeming like he’s checking for lumps. He does this to both.
Moving back to my right breast, he squeezes with bothhands, and I whimper at the sudden change of pace and pain. Dr Jack doesn’t seem to notice as he focuses on squeezing, both hands circling my large breast and keeping them there whilst it bulges and begins to turn an angry red. I squirm under his firm grip. He doesn’t seem to notice and continues to squeeze even harder, seemingly fascinated with the colour my poor breast is turning, which is almost purple right now. I begin to whimper and move from one foot to the other trying to stay still but unable to command my body not to move. “Ah there we go; would you look at that. I’m going to let go now and make sure that your circulation is pumping as it should.” Dr Jack lets go and relief flushes my body as blood flow begins to seep back in.
Dr Jack moves his attention to my left breast, squeezing just the same if not harder until my breast turns a deep shade of purple, seemingly unbothered by my shifting and the whimpers I can’t contain. When he finally lets that one go, he reaches for both nipples with each hand and pulls. “As beautiful as these perky little nipples go, I have a special test to see how long they can go so we can measure. One moment please.”
I watch as he opens his briefcase and from a glance I can see an array of objects and tools. He lifts out two small cylinders that appear to have screw tops. “Let’s get you onto the bed first.” Taking my hand, Dr Jack leads me over to where Tom has left the medical bed and stands aside as I climb onto the white sheets and lay down on my back. The bed is between my bed and the door. Tom has angled it so that when I lift my head I can look straight at him.
Lifting one of the small cylinders I watch in fascination as he places it over my left nipple and begins to screw the top which suctions my nipple longer and longer until it reaches the top of the cylinder. He walks around to the other side of the bed and does the same with my right nipple. I lie still and look down at my chest, both nipples elongated, stretching painfully inside the tubes. It’s a strange view and feeling, but I like thepull and the stretch. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
Snapping out of whatever role Dr Jack was in, he strokes his hand along down the side of my face, rubbing a thumb over my face. “I’m going to leave these here whilst I take swabs. I have a special instrument to open you up wide for me, ok sweet girl?”
“Ok Doctor,” I reply demurely. “Whatever you think is best.” There it is again, his eyes flashing, hinting at something or someone else hiding beneath his boy next door demeanor.
Lying back on the bed, I watch Dr Jack walk back to where his briefcase is resting open on the bed and picks up a metal speculum.Is it larger than usual or is that my nerves?I hear Tom shift in his chair, and I move my attention over to him. He’s lowered his leg and is sitting forward in the seat with almost as much anticipation as I feel.
I’m all too aware of my nipples, screaming for attention as they stretch and ache deliciously in their tiny prisons. Dr Jack walks over to the end of the bed, unfolds two stirrups on each side and lifts one leg at a time, positioning them into their new placements. The bed is tilted so I’m lying down but not completely flat with my legs wide open, completely exposed at my centre. With the way I’m placed, my open pussy is perfectly in Tom’s line of sight, as well as anyone who may be watching from behind the glass.
“Let me see how wet you are before we begin,” says Dr Jack, peering hungrily at my core.
