This is the first part of the story that takes place before "Return to the club", which is posted below.
Further adventures underground.
Friday afternoon, Henry attended a special meeting of the club members to discuss the tardiness of Helen and Connie. Consulting with Franz, the maître d’hôte, the committee decided on an ultimatum if they arrived late again tonight: either leave their lucrative employment without a recommendation or accept onstage punishment immediately. Franz and Henry had already worked out a disciplinary scenario, and Franz had acquired the material.
At last month’s regular meeting, the members had suggested bringing younger guests (of legal age) to tonight’s entertainment. Henry found this a perfect time to bring his new friend Suzanne. They had met (and hooked up) the previous month at an academic conference in Denver. At dinner, a bit tipsy, she admitted her submissive tendencies to Henry, who carefully suggested a rendezvous in Chicago a few weeks after the conference, during a break in her studies. Feeling sophisticated and, yes, grown-up, she had agreed to be his guest there. He made a reservation at the Palmer House and arranged her flights.
After Friday’s meeting and a quick supper, Henry walked over to the hotel to meet his guest. Suzanne had already checked in that afternoon. Suzanne was just 22, 5’8” tall with long blonde hair and wire-rimmed glasses: a new Purdue graduate student in theoretical physics, whose body begged for experimentation. She had dressed down for the flight to Chicago in sweatpants and hoodie, but Henry had advised her of the club’s requirements and promised to supply suitable accessories. After a quick dinner, she had showered and was in her panties when Henry knocked at her door. They hugged after he closed the door behind him, and he stepped back to admire her.
“Hello, my dear! You shall find tonight very educational, and I already find you most decorative!” Suzanne blushed at his attention, and retreated into the room to display herself better to him.
“I am glad to be here!” she gushed, and tried hard to contain her mounting excitement. “What have I gotten myself into now?” she thought to herself.
Henry had changed into his tuxedo in the room next door, where he had previously left his luggage, and brought a tote bag for her containing a pearl thong, white lace bra, white thigh-high stockings, bright red garter belt, and dark red wrist-length gloves. She had brought her own black patent flat shoes. Suzanne at first did not recognize the thong, mistaking it for a necklace, but he held it up for her between the fingers of both hands to show the configuration. She gulped, but remembered that she had promised to obey him for the evening. Again, he reminded her of the club’s dress code (men in black tie and ladies in lingerie) and cautioned her “Do not embarrass me by objecting to any wicked big-city phenomena you may encounter while under my protection tonight. I am among friends, and want you to join us. You shall come to no harm so long as you obey me. Remember, this is not Indiana!” She removed her panties and changed into the lingerie, carefully fitting the pearl thong to allow her to walk without irritation.
When Suzanne had finished with her gloves and shoes, Henry fastened a short emerald necklace around her neck and handed her two matching earrings. She wanted to protest, but he insisted on decorating his guest. “Be good now! Good girls go everywhere.” He helped with her raincoat (it would have to do), opened the common door to the adjoining room, and returned wearing his charcoal-grey topcoat, white scarf, and black fedora. He set the “do not disturb” signs on both doors and escorted her to the elevator. Suzanne was a bit surprised about the adjoining room, but followed orders and kept silent. She wished she had brought a better coat, looking a bit shabby next to Henry, but realized that she would not be in it for long. Walking slowly, she felt the thong work its way into her secret crevices. She could not avoid looking down at the lovely necklace, wondering what she had to do for it.
They crossed two streets to the Monadnock building, where they entered through the north door and proceeded to the elevator. Henry used his key to access the club’s subbasement level. Somehow, going down two stories in the elevator increased Suzanne’s apprehension, but Henry’s presence was comforting. When the elevator door opened, he assured her “What happens here, stays here, and again I guarantee no harm will come to you.”
Further adventures underground.
Friday afternoon, Henry attended a special meeting of the club members to discuss the tardiness of Helen and Connie. Consulting with Franz, the maître d’hôte, the committee decided on an ultimatum if they arrived late again tonight: either leave their lucrative employment without a recommendation or accept onstage punishment immediately. Franz and Henry had already worked out a disciplinary scenario, and Franz had acquired the material.
At last month’s regular meeting, the members had suggested bringing younger guests (of legal age) to tonight’s entertainment. Henry found this a perfect time to bring his new friend Suzanne. They had met (and hooked up) the previous month at an academic conference in Denver. At dinner, a bit tipsy, she admitted her submissive tendencies to Henry, who carefully suggested a rendezvous in Chicago a few weeks after the conference, during a break in her studies. Feeling sophisticated and, yes, grown-up, she had agreed to be his guest there. He made a reservation at the Palmer House and arranged her flights.
After Friday’s meeting and a quick supper, Henry walked over to the hotel to meet his guest. Suzanne had already checked in that afternoon. Suzanne was just 22, 5’8” tall with long blonde hair and wire-rimmed glasses: a new Purdue graduate student in theoretical physics, whose body begged for experimentation. She had dressed down for the flight to Chicago in sweatpants and hoodie, but Henry had advised her of the club’s requirements and promised to supply suitable accessories. After a quick dinner, she had showered and was in her panties when Henry knocked at her door. They hugged after he closed the door behind him, and he stepped back to admire her.
“Hello, my dear! You shall find tonight very educational, and I already find you most decorative!” Suzanne blushed at his attention, and retreated into the room to display herself better to him.
“I am glad to be here!” she gushed, and tried hard to contain her mounting excitement. “What have I gotten myself into now?” she thought to herself.
Henry had changed into his tuxedo in the room next door, where he had previously left his luggage, and brought a tote bag for her containing a pearl thong, white lace bra, white thigh-high stockings, bright red garter belt, and dark red wrist-length gloves. She had brought her own black patent flat shoes. Suzanne at first did not recognize the thong, mistaking it for a necklace, but he held it up for her between the fingers of both hands to show the configuration. She gulped, but remembered that she had promised to obey him for the evening. Again, he reminded her of the club’s dress code (men in black tie and ladies in lingerie) and cautioned her “Do not embarrass me by objecting to any wicked big-city phenomena you may encounter while under my protection tonight. I am among friends, and want you to join us. You shall come to no harm so long as you obey me. Remember, this is not Indiana!” She removed her panties and changed into the lingerie, carefully fitting the pearl thong to allow her to walk without irritation.
When Suzanne had finished with her gloves and shoes, Henry fastened a short emerald necklace around her neck and handed her two matching earrings. She wanted to protest, but he insisted on decorating his guest. “Be good now! Good girls go everywhere.” He helped with her raincoat (it would have to do), opened the common door to the adjoining room, and returned wearing his charcoal-grey topcoat, white scarf, and black fedora. He set the “do not disturb” signs on both doors and escorted her to the elevator. Suzanne was a bit surprised about the adjoining room, but followed orders and kept silent. She wished she had brought a better coat, looking a bit shabby next to Henry, but realized that she would not be in it for long. Walking slowly, she felt the thong work its way into her secret crevices. She could not avoid looking down at the lovely necklace, wondering what she had to do for it.
They crossed two streets to the Monadnock building, where they entered through the north door and proceeded to the elevator. Henry used his key to access the club’s subbasement level. Somehow, going down two stories in the elevator increased Suzanne’s apprehension, but Henry’s presence was comforting. When the elevator door opened, he assured her “What happens here, stays here, and again I guarantee no harm will come to you.”