When J and I had just met and were still nothing more than friends, one of our first conversations led to the subject of the famous erotic novel “Story of O”. J seemed particularly fond of my unusual first name, beginning with the same letter as the eponymous character. I confessed to him that I had never read the book, and the next time I saw him, he gave it to me as a gift over lunch. When I was alone, I opened the first page and saw a note from J that read, “To O, wishing you all the pleasures in the world. That and much more”. I devoured the book over the weekend, increasingly aroused with each page that went by, taken by that world that seemed both terrifying and enormously arousing.
When, a few months later, it became clear that the relationship between J and I would no longer remain a mere friendship, I found in him an experienced partner who taught me, little by little, just like the O from the book, to let my submissive side come to light.
In our first years together, J and I had a lot of kinky fun. However, the thought of including anyone else in our games never crossed my mind. We were both living in a small city at the time, and everything was already entirely new to me. I had more than enough with J’s lessons in BDSM in the privacy of our home.
But then our first long holiday together came. We spent a few fantastic weeks exploring France, and on the last week of our trip, on my 24th birthday, we decided to stay in Paris. It was my first time there, and I was taken aback by the city’s beauty. Walking along the banks of the Seine, across the Île Saint-Louis, where O and René lived made me smile, and seeing the sunset fall behind Notre-Dame almost moved me to tears, grateful that I could be so happy and so in love.
On our last days in Paris, J talked to me about “Les Chandelles”, one of Paris’ most famous and upscale swingers club. Its strong reputation for exclusivity and elegance had caught J’s attention for some time. I was very intrigued by the idea of a sex club since I had never been to one, but the mere thought of it made me deeply anxious. Doing some research online didn’t help with my anxiety: according to all accounts, the club was extremely selective with its guests, who had to be beautiful, sophisticated, and very well dressed, and even after meeting all the requirements, people often were still turned down at the door. Nevertheless, even with all my nerves, I wanted to go, and I especially wanted to please J.
Wearing the best clothes we had brought for our holiday, we decided to walk to the club. My lingerie collection was much more limited then, but I was still happy with my matching black bra and thong set, thigh-high stockings, a little black dress over it all, and heels just bought for the occasion. Our hotel was not far away, and the warm August night was an invitation to stroll under the Parisian lights.
However, as I walked, holding J’s arm closely, my nerves began to grow intense. Was I beautiful enough? What would we do if they didn’t let us in? And, even more terrifying, what would we do if they did let us in? I also couldn’t stop thinking about the O from the book, when her lover takes her for the first time to the Roissy Château to be trained as a good submissive and used in endless ways by different men.
We finally arrived at the club’s unmarked building, my heart rapidly beating.
“I’m scared,” I whispered to J.
“Don’t be,” he said with a loving smile. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything at all if we don’t feel like it”.
“Ok,” I replied, feeling a little calmer but unable to help but squeeze J’s hand tightly when he rang the bell.
After a few seconds that felt eternal, a young man opened the door.
“Oui?” he said. Peeking behind him, I could only see a small, unassuming hall, and suddenly I felt very embarrassed, convinced that we were at the wrong address. J, however, started talking to him in french, and soon enough, after what I sensed to be a careful but discreet examination, the man led us in. In the small hall, the man explained that we had to leave our cell phones there, and after paying the entrance fee, he opened another door and took us down a spiral staircase to the subterranean room.
Downstairs, the club was filled with a lovely scent, and on a corner, there was a table with macarons and other french delights. We sat at the bar at the end of the room, and J ordered some drinks. The barman was very polite and well put together. It was still early in the night, and the club wasn’t too crowded, but I could see some couples whispering and looking in our direction. I also noticed a very handsome man sitting alone at the end of the bar.
J engaged in a friendly conversation with the barman, who poured us some strong but delicious cocktails. My french was not good enough to join in the discussion, but I was surprised at how much I could understand. And so, listening to their chat and feeling the effects of my cocktail, my nerves began to soothe.
I felt like floating on a sweet and erotic cloud, fired up by the dim light and the soft music playing in the background, when the handsome young man I had seen earlier came up to us and, asking J’s permission, sat down next to us. Up close, he was even more handsome, in a very French way. He was a little bit older than us, tall and fit, with light brown hair, almost blonde, and wore a dark grey suit.
With J’s command of the language and the few words I knew in french, the conversation quickly became more flirty. We moved to one of the couches, still in the social area, and they sat one on each side of me. I was very timid then and could only respond to his flirty comments or playful touches by blushing and looking down. After a while, since J and I still didn’t know the rest of the club, the man offered to give us a tour, being himself a regular.
We passed the neatly decorated restrooms, the showers, a smoke room, and multiple different playrooms where the lights dimmed. We followed our guide through a small corridor and found a private booth. Attached to the wall, I saw a pair of handcuffs covered in black fur.
“Nice,” said J pointing at them with an evil smile. “O, come here,” he said firmly, taking me by the wrists and locking them on the handcuffs high over my head. He did this so calmly that I thought he was merely playing around, even as he sat down with our new french friend in the booth to continue the conversation, leaving me pinned to the wall.
As the conversation between them continued, with an occasional sidelong glance from J and lustful looks from the Frenchman, it became clear that J was not playing around. I could feel my face blushing intensely while I tried to get used to the position, my body facing the wall, and my arms stretched over my head. Suddenly, surely noticing the man’s craving eyes fixated on me, J decided to go one step further.
“Would you like to touch her?” J asked, this time in English, so I could clearly understand.
“Yes,” our friend answered impatiently.
“Go then. She is yours”. J said, leaning back in his seat to get a better view.
I felt my heart racing while he stood up and walked toward me. Seizing me by the hips from behind, he made me turn my face back at him and started kissing me deeply. Without stopping our kiss, he moved his hands up my thighs, pulling my little dress up and grabbing my ass firmly. I sighed with excitement. Our booth was still open, and my moans quickly caught people’s attention in the club, and I felt more and more eyes scanning me from the darkness.
Our kiss stopped, and, still restrained to the wall, I could hear his rapid breathing very close to me and feel his arousal through the fabric of his suit pants, rubbing against my ass cheeks. I moved my ass back at him, and he then suddenly brought his fingers between my legs and unceremoniously pushed two fingers inside me. I sighed once more at this stranger’s touch while he kissed the back of my neck.
As he moved his fingers inside of me, I began to moan loudly. I looked in J’s direction for his approval but could only see his silhouette in the darkness. On the other side of the room, I could see a couple staring at me with lustful eyes. Without taking their eyes off me, they kissed, and the man stroked his partner while she moaned with pleasure. This made me feel again like one of the girls from Roissy, used for the joy of others, and I enjoyed that feeling immensely.
Giving me a break, J decided we should try another room. He released my hands from the cuffs and pulled me close to him. Then the three of us walked together through the playrooms until J found a new spot that caught his interest. Many of the people in the club were now involved in our little show, and they followed us, discreetly but closely, not wanting to miss a thing. My characteristic shyness had disappeared by then, and I felt in a sort of trance, full of desire.
J found a large circular couch and ordered me to climb up. He then sat with our friend on another sofa across the room, both barely visible in the darkness.
“Stand up and take off your dress,” J ordered me from across the room. I did obediently, and several people got closer to our improvised stage. “Get on all fours and spread your legs,” he said.
Without saying a word, I got on all fours, with my ass towards our growing audience, and I did as told submissively.
“Take off your thong,” his voice commanded once more from the darkness. I felt deep waves of embarrassment and arousal while I removed my underwear. I was wearing now just my lace bra and the stockings. “Now, get on all fours and spread your ass cheeks with both hands so everyone can see,” he said. I could feel my heart beating in my throat and the humiliation making my face turn bright red. I pushed my head against the couch, and with my butt high up, I spread my ass, leaving everything clearly in sight.
I could hear the strangers gasping around me, reacting to the sight, but I just waited submissively for J’s next orders without moving an inch. For some seconds that felt eternal, though, there was no word spoken, and everyone waited until you could hear a pin drop. And then, suddenly, I felt J’s familiar hands stroking my ass softly. He kissed me, and then he quickly removed his pants and started fucking me deeply. I moaned loudly, feeling both used and protected now that he had finally touched me.
I was so lost in pleasure that I didn’t realize that our french friend had already taken his position in front of me, and holding my head gently in his hands, he slid his hard cock into my mouth until he reached my throat. Between the two of them, they fucked me mercilessly, and I surrendered happily, wishing to satisfy them both. While J continued sliding in and out of me, faster and faster, I could feel that the handsome french man would not be able to hold his climax for much longer. He suddenly pulled out of my mouth and, pushing my head down against the sofa, grabbed my hair with one of his hands and came all over my face, moaning loudly. J followed, holding my ass tightly while he came inside me.
An overwhelming feeling of pride washed over me, the three of us so clearly satisfied. While our little audience returned to their tables, our new friend helped me clean up and showed me the way to the restrooms. It took me a while to collect myself and make myself presentable again, but before leaving the bathroom, I looked at myself, all flushed, in the mirror and felt beautiful.
J and I said goodbye to our french friend and walked back to our hotel, holding each other tightly under the starry summer night, still aroused by our first experience of J sharing me with another man. We didn’t suspect at the time that it would be the beginning of a new chapter in our sexual lives in the years to come.
When we got in bed, even though we were thoroughly exhausted, we again made love passionately until, almost at sunrise, we came together, at the same time, deep in each other’s arms.