"Come on, Jonathan." pleaded Gabriel. "You need this. Trust me. This place will blow you away and you can learn so much. Plus, if you hate tonight and never go back, at least you have an interesting story to tell." My name is Jonathan. I'm a 21 year old English student in college. The guy before me was my buddy and roommate, Gabriel, who was 22 and studying architecture. Gabriel had been my best friend since we met at freshman orientation. Now we were both juniors and living together in an apartment near campus.
"I don't know, man." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. It was one of my nervous ticks, and I was getting pretty nervous now. I suppose I should explain a little. Since entering college and exploring my sexuality, I had discovered a few things about myself. The first was that I had a huge foot fetish. I had suspected for some time that I had one, but I was afraid to admit it for fear of being "different" or "creepy." Then I met Gabriel and his group of friends. They were pretty open about their sexuality and often talked about what they liked. After I was introduced to them, it wasn't long before they started to include me in these conversations.
At first, I pretended that I was just into regular, vanilla sex. Nothing special. That didn't last long. Some of those friends were very attractive girls, and they were very persuasive. It was also safe to bet that they had caught me staring at their feet a couple of times, and noticed that I was very eager to indulge them in foot rubs. So, one night at one of our frequent parties, after I had a few bottles of liquid courage, they finally dragged the truth out of me. Instead of the mocking and insults that I had expected, they were very accepting, and even encouraging. Some even partly shared my enthusiasm for the beauty that was a woman's foot. Foot rubs and teasing me with bare feet or games of footsy became a common sight. I even had a casual relationship or two.
That's when I made my next self discovery. I was fooling around with a girl named Alice. Short, blond, cute, and a big sense of humor made her fun to be around. She was even more fun in bed, but for a different reason. Alice liked to be in charge. She would pull my hair and bite, scratch, and pinch wherever she pleased. She would tease me relentlessly, keeping me hard for hours until she finally gave me release. I knew she took a special satisfaction from knowing that she was the only one that could free me from my torment. She even choked me a couple of times. Not enough to actually keep me from breathing, hurt me, or put me in danger, but enough so that I knew she was doing it on purpose.
She knew how to dominate. I would always find myself pushed onto the bed and mounted before I knew what was going on. "Are you excited, honey?" she would whisper into my ear after biting it. "Does this make you want to cum?" The answer was always yes. Though whether or not I could say it between moaning and gasping in pleasure was another thing. She would sit up over me with that wicked smile and fire in her eyes and say "Well, then you know what to do. Ladies first." At her command I would use my mouth and hands to bring her to all the orgasms she wanted. Then and only then would I get my reward. Seeing her in such a state of sexual bliss and knowing that I had brought her there was almost a reward in itself. Of course, hardly anything beats a good orgasm.
I loved all of it. The pain she caused me was nothing compared to how much it turned me on. The fact that she loved to tease me, to see me get all hot and bothered, just made me even hornier. I can safely say that I was sad to see her go when she moved in order to get a job opportunity. I fell into a bit of a funk. I threw myself into my studies in an attempt to get my loneliness (and horniness) off my mind. I hadn't had any action in months.
Then Gabriel had come to me with an offer. He had known what Alice was into. And since I had spent more than one night with her, he correctly assumed that I was into it too. So, he told me about a special place of business that he knew.
"It's called 'The Edge.' It's a BDSM club." He told me. My jaw dropped. I had heard of such places, but never did I expect one to be in our city, let alone that my best friend was a member. And so that brings us to the present. We were standing in the living room, and Gabriel was trying to convince me to go with him to The Edge, as he had been doing for the past couple of weekends.
"You're sure I won't have to participate in anything if I don't want to?" I asked. I didn't want to be roped into anything (pun completely intended).
"Of course. It's a safe, sane environment where people can indulge in a side of themselves that they don't normally get to." He picked up his duffel bag which he had informed me the previous week held several sex toys, torture devices, and bondage paraphernalia. "Everything is consensual and meant to be fun. Please come with me."
I sighed. Earlier this week I had decided that I was finally going to take him up on his offer. It just took a little more courage than I thought to actually agree. "Okay. I'll go. At the very least I can see some naked people, right?" I put on my classic idiot grin. He responded with a matching grin of his own and laughed.
"That's the spirit! Come on!" I followed him out the door to his car and got in. He drove to the downtown area, which was full of cafes, music stores, antique shops, clubs, bars, and various other hangouts frequented by college students. He parked across the street from a large warehouse.
"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked, feeling a bit unsure suddenly. This all seemed a bit sketchy.
"Yes, yes." He answered exasperatedly. "They can't exactly string out the fact that this is a BDSM club in neon lights you know." I realized he had a point. Discretion would be preferred for the kind of acts practiced here. After all, you wouldn't want a coworker or family member to see you going in and know what you were going to do.
We crossed the street and entered a pair of double doors in front. We were in small entry room, where a line waited before a long hallway. At the entrance to the hallway, a security guard was collecting money and checking ID's. We waited our turn, and then Gabriel presented a card to the guard and told him that I was his guest.
Apparently, you could either pay a standard fee to get in for one night, or become a member of the club and only pay once per year. A membership also meant you could bring one guest per night for free.
He checked my ID to make sure I was the legal age and then waved us in. We walked down the hallway, which I noted was furnished with a long rug and soft lighting to give off an elegant vibe. I saw doors on either side of the hallway and asked Gabriel about them. He told me they were dressing rooms. When I raised my eyebrows, he said that some people have a costume they wear for playing, or they just need to undress and have somewhere to store their clothes for the night. This way, you didn't have to dress at home and then drive here in costume. I added that to my list of useful information about this establishment.
When we reached the end of the hallway, I gasped. The majority of the open space had been converted into what looked like a grand ballroom. Instead of dancing, this ballroom was used for playing. Scattered here and there were arrangements of bondage devices. X frames, tables with straps, stocks, and other instruments I couldn't name took up the majority of the center of the room. Along the sides of the room were tables and chairs where people could relax and sit a while, often talking with other nearby patrons. At the back was a long bar, where three bartenders fixed drinks for those willing to buy them. The catwalk had been modified and extended into an upper floor. I later found out that the second floor had rooms where people could go to enjoy more private endeavors.
Everywhere I looked, I saw people engaged in BDSM of every shape, size, and format. Some wore outfits of tight black leather. Others wore casual clothing, like Gabriel and me. Still others wore nothing at all. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.
"Welcome," exclaimed Gabriel, gesturing widely to the room before us. "To The Edge. The edge of pleasure and pain. Of heaven and hell. Where our worst nightmares and greatest fantasies coalesce into something magnificent. Also, a place where you can get a good drink and cum your brains out if you play your cards right."
I looked over at Gabriel. He was 5'8", around 140 pounds, with black hair that he kept cut short and hazel eyes. He had a runner's body. All in all, a pretty handsome guy. He was a good athlete on the track team and kept high scores in all his classes. Looking back, I would never have guessed that he would know of a place like this. And yet he did. And was even a member. In comparison, I was 6' even and weighed around 150 pounds. I was long and lanky, with blue eyes covered by prescription glasses and a tangle of curly brown hair. I swam regularly, which kept me thin and healthy, though gave me nowhere near the amount of definition that Gabriel had. I considered myself easy on the eyes, but by no means good looking. I sighed and shook my head, pushing such thoughts out of my mind. Now was not a time for self pity. Tonight was a night for adventure.
Gabriel led me around the room, letting me soak in all the sights, sounds, and smells. We stopped in front of some stocks that held a man who looked to be about fifty. Behind him was a woman of similar age, holding a black riding crop. She walked back and forth, giving the man a lash each time before turning around. The man grunted and moaned, and his erect penis waved with every stroke of the crop.
"What do you think?" Gabriel asked. "Something you might like?" I deliberated for a few seconds before shaking my head no.
"I like a little bit of pain and only a little bit. Nothing that harsh." I had researched BDSM thoroughly after my nights with Alice, and had found plenty of material demonstrating sadism and masochism. While I could appreciate a bite, a scratch, and a fistful of hair, I knew any kind of serious whipping, choking, or other punishment would too much for me. This was not what I was looking for. Gabriel nodded in understanding.
We moved on and continued to wander. Once, a man passed in front of us leading a girl on leash. She tripped over her own and feet and stumbled, causing the man leading her to look back at her with disdain.
"What are you doing, bitch? Can you even walk straight, you whore?" He ranted while jerking on her leash.
