Workplace Fun by Karen Ch. 06 - The 7 Up Club

In previous stories it is clear I enjoy humiliation and pain and hubby enjoys hearing of this.

Earlier the 7 up club had been mentioned but details kept secret even after all I had endured, and enjoyed.

One day Maureen and her husband called and asked how far I would go to enjoy more than all of my most perverted fantasies. Hubby was also present and asked the same although he had not taken much part when kinky things had happened.

Maureen explained that she and friends and some of my work mates would get-together and explore every adult perversion they could find on the internet. Hubby agreed to meet up with this group if I would. This for me was not a problem. I had from previous experience become addicted to all sorts of experiences endured or imagined from porn on my computer.

According to Maureen my beatings, branding and involvement in messy experiences counted as three. Goings on at sex parties she had held regarded as just ordinary.

So what of the other four?

Maureen continued. When the garage closes for two weeks you and hubby will join. Staff members already members will be with us.

The staff members were the very kinky parts department Angela and the female mechanic and one male mechanic.

When the time came we flew to an airport in the North of my native Scotland where blackening the bride takes place and where my messy fantasies may have started. See earlier chapters and you tube and other sources for blackening if not familiar with the practice.

A small bus met us and on board were two other initiates , another couple unknown to us . The four of us were blindfolded.

After one hour we arrived at an old mansion house. It was late and almost dark but when our blind folds were off nothing could be seen for miles.

We and the other couple had to strip before being led indoors and into a grand room where about I reckoned another 40 0r 50 people waited, the ladies in full length gowns of see through material showing off cleavage. Some even cut to show one breast and most open to the top of their thighs.

The men were in full evening dress.

We were left to chat and drink cocktails while Maureen and the others went to dress the same way, Maureen having gone one better and in a completely topless dress inspired by what she had seen in the Story of O.

Maureen then introduced hubby and I and our background and experience.

The other couple were described by one of the other couples present who were sponsoring them.

All four of us had to swear we would keep the club and activities secret and told that films of our previous adventures existed and would be posted if we leaked anything

and perhaps worse. Maureen whispered that a couple who had thought to profit by leaking films had disappeared.

Jasmine, a very sexy 50 or so lady, now introduced herself as the founder and leader. She explained that we four initiates had experienced some kink but had more to come to become full members.

I had observed the other couple who were to join with us. Both had body modifications from branding symbols I later learnt were Viking and scars from severe beatings and being suspended by hooks through their flesh.

Jasmine produced a pack of cards with various challenges and perversions printed on them.

Who will go first she asked.

The other girl initiate of attend my age replied immediately. I wish to get on with this she said , having no idea what may come.

Ok said Jasmine but does your partner agree also to do what is drawn.

Yes he said.

The girl drew and gasped. Never imagined this she said in panic.

Jasmine read out the card to the others. How many here have completed this she asked. About 20 hands went up.

See said Jasmine. Surely you can manage as well. The card read Scat. Wrestle in a pit of dung suppled animals and humans along with other disgusting stuff. The human excrement new to me but had seen such stuff and was a little tempted.

The girls husband readily agreed and each drew a name from a bowl to choose the person to wrestle with. The names were of established members. The lady member drawn jumped for joy. Never done this she said but always dreamt of it and quickly stripped. According to the rules of the club her husband had to wrestle the female initiates partner.

We all went out and across a field to where a pit of the disgusting stuff waited. You could smell it before you reached it.

The fights began. After the first 5 minutes it was judged each pair were even . A break for drinks was called. Even above the smell of the pit I realised smoking weed for some was preferable to drink and some appeared really high.

Half way through the second round some dinner jacketed men were in a huddle.

Jasmine intent on giving with a microphone a commentary on the fights did not notice them until she was picked up and thrown fully clothed into the mess.

Her partner then pushed two of her assailants in. Other men then decided it would be fun to throw some more ladies in. While enjoying this scene I was also a bit envious of those in the mess.

This was soon attended to when Angela and the female mechanic chucked me in. By the end of the evening no ball gowns or dinner jackets were fit to be worn again.

The next day was spent in cleaning up and sobering up.

In the evening, after dinner, it was my turn to draw a card. Scat had only been a slight addition to my previous experiences. What could possibly be in store for me?