It was our first weekend getaway, after nearly a year in lockdown. Not exactly the romantic destination that most couples have in mind, but anything that would bring us one step closer to the freedom to socialize with others was sexy and exciting in my eyes. On this particular day, I had my period, and I was feeling bloated and not particularly sexy or adventurous. In order to apply for a membership, all new visitors must attend an orientation. We went to Eventbrite to purchase said orientation tickets, and made our way downtown for our reservation at CKJ.
Very clean cut. The man was wearing a polo shirt and khakis, and the wife was wearing a matching cardigan set and freshly pressed slacks.
They had a disarmingly wholesome appearance, and they looked just as nervous and shy as we were feeling. After completing our membership applications, we were given a tour of the playrooms: There was a dungeon, complete with a spanking bench and a Saint Andrews Cross.
There was a Moroccan themed bedroom that had a more exotic, and romantic feel with lush drapery and a large couch for spectators. There was a medical examination room for those who want to "play doctor". There was even area with matching Sybian machines where female-bodied kinksters could compete in a rodeo style endurance showdown.
Every room and play area was equipped with a generous supply of cleaning supplies, condoms, and a full basket of clean sheets. Our tour guide outlined all of the ground rules: Absolutely NO touching another person without their enthusiastic and ongoing consent. No nudity in the bar area where the food was kept. Fresh sheets and towel must be placed on all furniture before getting busy.
