Page 52 of The Secret Club
“I’m so glad to be able to speak to you openly and honestly like this. It’s taken me a long while to own who I am, I am so happy I can help you too. Being a playmate is a journey, heck this life is a journey. It’s just nice to finally embrace our true selves and be open with what our true sexual desires are. We are in 2025, not 1925, so to heck with what society says, we should know and own our sexual desires.”
I want to stand up and throw my arms around Sophie and hug her tight. But instead, I tame down my gratitude for now by reaching out my hand and squeezing hers. “Thank you, Sophie.”
“So, you’ll go for the seven-day charity job?”
“I will apply for the charity job. I don’t know if I’ll get it, but I feel so much lighter about owning the decision. I wonder how many playmates will also apply for it?”
“Maybe a couple, but in all honesty, I doubt most people would want to be cooped up for a whole week. Only the true deviants are into being a captive.” She smiles at me wickedly.
“So, I’ve got a chance then!”
“I’d say you’re in with more than a chance! You get applying, girl. Applications close on Friday. We’ll find out on Saturday.”
“Eeek, what do I even say?”
“Just be yourself. That is after all, all you can be.” Sophie looks at her watch, “It’s nearly one—you have your next job to be getting to now I think?”
I roll my eyes. My little business is becoming more of a bane then of an escape, something I used to look forward to and now I simply don’t.
We both stand and walk back to Sophie’s car, before I open the door I give her a big hug. It’s hard meeting your kind of people in adulthood so I thank my blessings to have found Sophie. “Thank you again for everything. All your words of wisdom, support and making everything I want feel ok.”
“Roxy my darling, you don’t need to thank me. It’s a pleasure to support you. You are no longer just my buddy at Clarendon’s, you are one of my most favourite people.”
I smile into her jasmine smelling auburn hair.How did I get so lucky,I think to myself.
Before I can do any of my own actual business work and start packing orders, I decide to apply for the charity job and then put it out of my mind.
Dear Members x Eight,
I would like to put myself forward for your seven days of extreme kink and play. It’s taken a bit of soul searching to get to this point, but the honest truth is, I think I’d be the perfect captive for you. I’m a new-ish playmate and haven’t experienced a wide range of kinks and jobs, but the ones I have, I have gone in with an open mind and submitted wholly to the experience. I enjoy achallenge and more so the element of surprise. I have not experienced many of your listed kinks but am interested and willing to try them and be your personal kink toy.
I crave to be at your mercy, would you do me the pleasure of making me yours?
Yours, Roxy
The week has flown by, I’ve not taken any playmates jobs on account that I took two last week and I’m kind of hoping I get the Charity one so I haven’t looked at the jobs boards this week. When I got home on Monday evening, I told James about my discussion with Sophie and that was the perfect intro into a big heart to heart discussion about our desires. I admitted to James about actually wanting to be used and abused by eight men and he admitted he wanted to brand me and own me. He also mentioned he thinks he’s into cuckolding and wants to actually watch someone else fuck me. I knew he liked to hear about what other men did to me, I hadn’t realised he might even like to watch. So the conversation was quite enlightening both by finding out more about each other and also unloading the burden and weight of keeping my true feelings and desires from him. It has felt quite freeing all week.
Today is Saturday and I check the playmate portal ten thousand times until I promise myself I’ll only refresh one last time before closing my laptop and heading to my daughter’s netball game. And there is the one word I’ve been waiting for:
ACCEPTED
25
Iam delighted and feel like I could throw up at the exact same time. Reality is trying to hit home but I’ve got to leave the house now, so I text James one word before shutting my laptop and heading out: ‘Accepted.’ James replies by love-hearting the message. Oh my, what have I done…?
When we are all home for lunch after the kids’ sports games, James tells me he’s arranged for our babysitter to come over later this afternoon to watch the kids. We have a date to attend. This is news to me; we never have surprise dates to attend.What is going on?I wonder; it must have something to do with me getting accepted for the charity job. The charity job that starts four weeks from today.
A few hours later climbing into Jame’s car, I ask, “Ok husband, now you have me, where are we going?”
“That is for me to know and you to find out, Rose Petal,” he winks at me, not giving me anything to go on.
“Ok man of mystery. I can wait. Tell me, is it a nice surprise?”
“No clues.” He reaches over the seat and pulls at my long brown hair. I didn’t know what to expect so I’ve thrown on a cuteblack see-through blouse with a lacy black camisole underneath it. And paired it with black heeled boots and dark blue skinny jeans. My aim was dressed up casual. Not sure if I managed it but here we are. James insisted I didn’t need casual comfy shoes at least.
We drive to Prahan and I’m surprised to be here; we used to live here before we had kids, opting to move to the sleepy suburbs. I raise an eyebrow at James but he remains tight lipped and raises both eyebrows back at me as if to say ‘What?’
Once we’ve parked the car, James takes my hands and we walk down past some cafés and shops before turning into an alleyway. I slow down a little, “Where are we going down here?” I ask. We’ve never been here before, I’m sure. Melbourne is full of hidden alleyways and secret bars.
