Marlene and Nisha strolled to the Main CMNF Area entrance

Teddy, Lucy, Bristol, and Fatma followed about 5-to-10 meters behind Marlene and Nisha, who were enjoying their stroll. Teddy enjoyed the sight of the two brown dorsal nudes, their cute bare buttocks, and glimpses of bare soles on the short weeds or clay. Not often did he see naked women, much less those so confident in their nudity.

“Enjoying yourself, nerd boy?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“He called you ma’am. How gentlemanly. Hey nerd boy, can you call me ma’am?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You like it when we shake our asses, nerd boy.”

They both shook and swayed their buttocks.

“Yes ladies. You’re so beautiful.” Teddy was a bit flustered.

“Lots of het men say that.” she said dismissively.

“Nerd boy” wasn’t quick enough for a witty reply, but at least he was complimentary and somewhat gentlemanly.

“Hey Marlene and Nisha!” JJR half-yelled.

They stopped and turned their heads.

“Thank you for coming! I’m glad to see you here!”

“Thank you!” they said in unison, without the sarcasm or irony of a few minutes earlier.

“Have a good time!”

“Thank you. Hope your dick gets good and hard!”

“It always does!”

“Remember JJR: campground rules!”

“I do!”

Almost ignoring the agreement, they turned their heads forward and started their walk again.

There were two ways to enter the Main CMNF Area: either through the GCA Hub or directly. The eight chose the latter.

As they got closer to the entry so did others converge, including from the bus. About 20 more of the women were in varying states of undress or clearly naked.

Between them and the lobby doors was the registry area. Some of the staff were multilingual, and the signs were in English and five other languages, including Láadan: all in equal sized print.

Fatma pulled off her T-shirt. With some kind of marker, she had written “Fuck Patriarchy” on her right breast, and presumably the Turkish version on the left.

“Nice tits.” said one guy.

“Thanks.” she replied with the equal amount of the small sarcasm as his.

Next, the shoes, ankle socks, pants, and panties came off. She turned them over for later retrieval.

She then did a 360 before a “customs” officer.

“You can see that I’m a woman.” she declared.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The five soon followed.

The main bureaucrat was a smallish lady who wore a sun visor, halter, and shorts: her flip-flops somewhere nearby. She handled a couple of clipboards.

“Oh Hi Marl-Nish!”

“Hi Dina.” said the two in unison.

Salutary hugs, kisses, praises, and mild chit-chat.

She directed them to a desk and table with a few more bureaucrats.

Pre-registered? Check. Deposit paid? Check. Registration fee? Check. Any electronics or cameras? Cameras generally not allowed, most electronics not allowed, those that can record images, sound, or video, definitely not allowed. No? Check.

Painting and drawing people, however, was allowed, and a few people brought their art supplies.

Still, all had to go through a metal detector and the like to make sure.

Security was thorough, but polite.

Please sign this form. It was the non-disclosure form: no talking about what goes on Club property—what goes on in the Club, stays in the Club—at least in regards to publicity. If you want to talk about it with your close friends or family, that’s probably alright. If, however, you want to, say, post it on your…,

Registration took a few more minutes for Bristol and Lucy. Nice that the Club showed a particular concern for the women, despite it being CMNF with already some wearing bondage stuff. Safe, sane, and consensual, and all that. But still the bureaucracy, examinations, and inspections was a bit much for some.

The Club could get particularly intense in inspecting and processing possessions: to prevent things like hidden cameras and recording equipment. For many, it was simply better to make use of the “outside/inside lockers.” Sometimes, one could give items to the inspectors, move on, and after a while, a valet would return such items to the person, which he or she would put in his or her inside locker. In Marlene and Nisha’s case, inspection and delivery only took a few minutes.

“It’s like we’re frikin’ entering another country,” commented Teddy.

“You are, sort of.” said Marlene.