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“Yes, we have single members. All our guests are vetted prior to admission into the club. We ask for personal details, marital status, and even financial data. We don’t allow admission to anyone under the age of thirty, as we want mature adults only. Our annual fee ensures we rule out those seeking a quickthrill.”

“Can I ask what thatis?”

“Thirty thousand pounds peryear.”

“Wow!”

“It’s higher than it needs to be, but ensures we attract the right members,” Mackenziesaid.

“For that, remember, they get use of the cottages, the spa, whenever they want. So if someone wanted a weekend away, every weekend of the year, it represents value formoney.”

We walked back out of the bar and into thehallway.

“Along the corridor we have a restaurant, there are industrial kitchens in the basement. Over on that side: we have the library, my office, of course, and security. There are no sexual activities allowed on this floor. I have a private wing where I live, that’s accessed through that door.” She indicated with herhead.

“Security?”

“A safety feature. We need to know we have someone on hand should, and it’s only ever happened once, a patron take things a little too far. In each bedroom there is a camera and a panic button. There are some that like to engage in role-play, and on that one occasion, it got out of hand. My guys will step in and stop whatever activity is going on if they feel it’s getting out of control. There are microphones in all rooms, if we hear a safe word being used, we will check to see activities haveceased.”

“How do you know their safeword?”

“The women are given one, discretely, upon registration. It’s the same word for everyone. That one word will activate our securitysystem.”

“Do the guests know there is a camera?” My mind was immediately taken back to what could be on film when I wasthere.

“Yes, when they join they are given an information pack. They are also assured that the camera is not routinely connected to any form of backup system; no copies are made. Nothing is watched unless a trigger is activated, the panic button, for example. Only then will it record, and that’s to ensure there is documented evidence should police or lawyers becomeinvolved.”

“Has that everhappened?”

“Not todate.”

We climbed the stairs to a long hallway. “There are ten rooms on this floor, five more on the floorabove.”

As we walked towards one, I noticed a very small discrete light above the doorframe waslit.

“That means this room is occupied, I takeit?”

“Yes, when our guests arrive, they are given the key to the room they booked. Although that room can’t be accessed unless you have a key, it has been known for a member to forget to completely shut theirdoor.”

We walked to one end of the hallway. Veronica explained what each room contained, some were just bedrooms but the guests could request a range of equipment or toys to be available for them. One room was set out like an office, and another was a massage room. One held the cross that I’d seen and next to it, the viewing room that I’d beenin.

She opened the door to a vacant room. In the centre was the largest bed I’d everseen.

“This is a groups room, obviously. The TV has a selection of DVD’s pre-programmedin.”

“I guess that won’t includeToy Story,” I said, with achuckle.

“You’d be surprised at some requests,” she said with awink.

The next room was very clinical; instead of the plush carpet it had a rubber floor that extending part way up thewalls.

“Now this room is fun. It’s our ‘messy’ room. You can do what you like in here, food play, naked painting, mud wresting; you name it.” Both her and Mackenzielaughed.

I was a littledumbstruck.

Finally we reached the last door along the corridor. Veronica paused before opening it. “We have guests, please remember that, and try not to react to what yousee.”

She slowly opened the door. It was the largest room on the floor and housed what I could only describe as a torture chamber. There were three women trussed up in various ways and two men. One was hooded, bare-chested and in jeans, another wore a suit. He smiled over to me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to walk in just as he was about to bring a bamboo cane down on a woman’sarse.

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