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Saturday, January 28, 2017

Surrender Dorothy!

It’s an unobtrusive door. It’s on the backside of a building that houses a design firm and a tiny art gallery. Neither business makes any money at all. But it’s a nice excuse for the parking lot in back with the 9-foot brick wall around and the ivy that covers it. The parking lot is a little bit larger than either business would ever ever need.  The employees don’t park here. They park in the nice public lot two blocks from here.

The cars are nice. Real nice. Upscale. The door is a dull brown. Steel fire door. Boring as hell. Practically yells, “Don’t look at me”  Has a push button lock and a keycard reader.  It opens into a vestibule which is nothing more than a video camera pointed downward and a nozzle that smells faintly of gasoline. Also pointed downward. Once you’ve been positively identified, the inner door clicks and you walk down a short hall to the elevator cage.

When you get off the elevator, You enter through a pair of doors. There is a locker room on each side. Men on the right, women on the left.  Club tradition is, that if you enter the main room, you will have taken a shower first. Even if you put your street clothes back on to go inside.  The dress code is remarkably relaxed. People walk out of the shower room in full tuxedos or clad in nothing more than electrical tape.

The main room looks like the interior of a black box theater. There’s even a rudimentary grid with Fresnel lighting instruments. The rest of the room is dimly lit by dozens and dozens of strings of white LED Christmas lights.

There is a circular stage in the center of the room. Doms and subs compete every night to put on the best show for the other clubgoers to the sounds of Trance Ambient.  There are low tables and the chairs in here are the good kind of executive rolling chairs. There is a large black metal cabinet at the back of the main room which holds toys, lube. condoms, and various other props. The center stage is usually home to a large wooden “X” cross
Or a lightly padded wooden A-Frame, but other props can be arranged ahead of time.

The only other feature of the main room is the full bar. There is a pantry-like room behind the bar for cold storage.

Below the Main Room, accessible only by a spiral staircase is the area known as the “Descent”  It’s a dark hallway of doors on both sides lit only by black light. Each room is a separate mini-dungeon much like the main room upstairs. Each room has a metal cabinet like the one upstairs. Multiple rings bolted to the wall, multiple pulleys, and one comfortable loveseat. The cabinets downstairs also feature clean towels and a tiny mini-bar.
Needless to say, the cells are heavily soundproofed. Unbeknownst to the clubgoers, each cell is linked to a secret passage.

The Staircase continues downwards beyond the Descent, but only the staff ventures down there. The owner’s office is down there as is the laundry and the room where they disinfect everything. (Fun fact: You can sterilize sex toys in a dishwasher) Also, They store the larger frames, cages, and whatnot down here. Happily, all that stuff is modular because otherwise getting it up the spiral staircase would be a massive pain in the ass.

The Membership:
While membership in Surrender Dorothy! isn’t exclusive, it’s certainly not cheap. it costs a 1000 dollars for a years membership, and just like a gym membership, you won’t get your dough back if you don’t go. Both Doms and Subs and Switches understand the whole concept of rules, so generally, everyone is well behaved. It is incredibly rare for anyone to require the Bouncers attention. (He’s very large and surprisingly fast.)
Only one person in the history of the club has ever been banned from the place.  And even Lothar Van Doren freely admits that he had a lapse in discipline and got caught up in the moment.
Members are usually given a small velcro wristband upon entering the club. Doms are red, Subs are blue, switches are yellow, and guests of another member are green. This makes rolling up on someone and propositioning them a great deal less socially ticklish. These can be acquired at a kiosk in the locker room. One can also acquire a simple black mask that ties in back. (Think like Zorro’s mask.) Not everyone feels the need to conceal their identities, but some people in the political realm don’t want to take that chance. One of the club members is an Assistant District Attorney.

The Owner:
He’s a rapier slim Italian gentleman who appears to be in his early 40’s. He dresses very well and carries a  riding crop whenever he is within the club. Rumors indicate that he’s a night folk of some sort. But no one seems to know what kind. He goes to great lengths to conceal his true nature. In fact, He simply has people refer to him as “Cagliostro”  He even hired a person for sixth months to come into the club and impersonate him. the man was clearly not the same man, and yet he seemed to know everything that the former Cagliostro knew. (Vampire? Demon? Magi? Beast? I’m leaving this one purposefully vague.)
“Mr. C.” as many of the staff and clubgoers know him, also owns the design firm and the gallery upstairs. After all, they are a handy tax write-off. He’s not a member of the Vermillion House, but he is a treasured ally.


People that you know that might go:
Blaise Newkirk doesn't really go in for that sort of kink. But he considers the membership fee money well spent since he's allowed to bring guests who ARE into that sort of thing.
The Vermillion House, as mentioned before, is considered allied with the club. It is of course not unusual for members of one to visit the other.  Members of SD, are carefully vetted before being invited to a House soiree. And members of the House enjoy slumming it with the lesser rich and their plebian guests. These include Ralston Van Doren (switch), Meredith Shaw(dom all the way), Schuyler Lavey (ditto), and Lorna Crane (bossy bottom)  sometimes Lillian Penobscot tags along even though this isn't really her scene.
Frederick Wyngarde can't afford to be a member of the club, but ever since he went along as a guest to the place, he started using Fet-Life to look for women with a few extra dollars.
Milo Karanikas Considers his membership to be a good investment. He uses the place to network and scout for people who are interested in films.
* Some of the senior partners at Holmes, Gillis, Baker, Savage, North, and Dean like the place. Ilyana Baker will top anyone. She's too type "A" for anything else. And Gilbert Savage, well...He'll do anything to anyone and let anyone do anything to him.  Just as long as they can deal with the aftereffects. 
* Mr Cagliostro ("Piacevole per incontrarlo. Speranza indovinate il mio nome.") is one of the few people in the city who actually knows who Lara X is. But as you can imagine, he keeps his mouth shut. It's really no one else's business.





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