The first time I ever went to a swingers club, I didn't go there to swing. I was a professional BDSM switch and I used to occasionally work with a Mistress. She called me and asked if I wanted to do some public play with a cross-dresser from out of town. He could never go out dressed where he lived, so being seen by others was a great turn on.
He was tall with great legs. Cross-dressers always have the best legs. They make me jealous. He was all dressed up in heels and hose, in a red dress, with a blond wig. We went to 2Risque in Atlanta, Georgia. Everyone there was friendly and open to us doing a little BDSM play.
He sat down on a barstool and I took a 30 foot latex strap about 3 inches wide and tied him to the chair with his legs spraddled wide open. I then took a knife and cut off his hose, and played with him with various toys. The local swingers were kind enough to stop by, fondle him, and give him lots of sweet attention. We had a great time, and he went home very happy.