Linda

We had been friends for years, and knew everything about each other. Well, just about everything. We had never had sex, despite all the opportunities, for fear of ruining a pretty great friendship. More importantly, Linda knew that I had a kinky side to me that I had never shared with her. I am sure that she thought it was some mild stuff, you know, checking out photos on the Internet, reading kinky stories, that sort of stuff. Reality was that my interests were far wilder than she had ever contemplated.

So it came as no surprise when we were having lunch together and she brought it up. “Greg” she said, “When are you going to fill me in on your ‘dark side’? We are far too good of friends to keep a secret like that. It may turn out to be something I’d like.”

“I doubt that Linda. Anyway, I like having at least one secret from you.” I responded, thinking that if she really knew, our friendship was toast.

But she kept after me, finally saying “I would never judge you, Greg. And I must know. If you share with me I will tell no one, ever. But if we are to stay friends, it is far better to know than to wonder.” Well, she got me with that one. I gave in and told her to be ready to be picked up on Saturday evening. I also told her what to wear.

So I might as well tell you about Linda. She’s about 36 years old, never married, athletic, fit, auburn shoulder length hair, about 5’4′, great breasts (although I had never seen them in their entirety) and a confident, self-assured demeanor. Oh, she is also very smart.

I picked her up promptly at 9 PM. As requested, she had on her short leather skirt, white sleeveless blouse, heels. I noticed that she had no nylons on and asked what she had under the skirt. She smiled, winked, and flashed an electric blue thong. “Since it is so hot tonight, I left my bra at home though, Greg, I hope that is ok?” My turn to smile.

We drove a few miles, eventually going down a dark alley behind some warehouses. I could see her eyes darting, looking at the dark, deserted street. We found the parking, left the car and walked to a steel door. It had no sign, no bell, and the building had no windows. Holding her hand, I knocked.

Immediately the door opened. Danny was there as usual. A biker sort, leather, tattoos, tall, muscles, large belly and a knife on his belt. He looked at the two of us briefly then stepped aside. “Welcome back Master”.

Every time I come here I recall my first time. Every sense alive, smoke, cigars, cigarettes and other, music, a deep pounding bass, sometimes fast, other times slow, but the rhythm never ceasing. Then the darkness. Once your eyes adjusted to the dark it was tolerable, but until then, it was as if you were blind.

I could feel Linda’s hand squeeze mine as we entered. It was always warm in here, the sort of warmth that makes you perspire and want to shed clothes. Perhaps that was why they kept it that way, or maybe it is just the result of a roomful of overheated bodies.

As we drifted down the hall and entered the large room, our eyes adjusted. There were groups of men and women talking, laughing as the music continued. Along the wall were the usual adornments. Hooks and chains from which hung various men and women, all ages, all sizes, naked, some with their backs to the room being slowly whipped or caned by others ad they chatted. Others spread, facing the room, being nonchalantly touched by any passerby. All appeared to have been abused, no resistance left, simply accepting what was to happen.

Linda leaned to my ear and asked, “What happened to them? Why are they like that? How can people be treated like that?”

I answered a simply as I could “They wanted it.” Her eyes widened in shock. “Come, Linda, let me show you how it happens.”

We walked through the crowd. As we proceeded, other incredible sights greeted us. A woman tied in position above the floor, being fucked by another woman with a strap-on. A man, same position only reversed, being fucked by another strap-on. And all this in the middle of a crowd of people who acted as if this was normal.

As we approached the far end of the room the elevated stage appeared. ‘Let’s see if we can get front row seats” I suggested. Linda hesitated ‘Do we really want that?” I nodded yes and led her on.

As the crowd cleared the stage came into view. On it there was a woman, actually a young girl, could have been only 20. She had been spread on an x-cross which pivoted at the middle so that she could be rotated onto her back or could be spun upright. She was naked, glistening with sweat, and, as she was upright, her blond hair hung over her face. She hung limp, no movement. Linda asked “Is she ok?” I answered “Yes. They are not done with her yet though. Let’s take a seat.” We sat right in front, a few feet away.

After we sat, Linda began to notice the rest. The girl had metal clips attached to her breasts and vibrators in both her completely shaved pussy and her ass. As usual 0from my perspective) the clips and vibes were attached to wires which went to a control box, held by an attractive, yet serious woman at the side of the stage. Linda asked, almost in a whisper, “What will happen to her?” “Wait. You will see.” I responded.

I watched the woman with the box, as did all those who had been here before. Eventually her hand moved the dial and the girl moaned. I placed my arm over Linda’s shoulder as my gaze shifted back to the girl. “Watch her.” I suggested to Linda, and she did. As the woman’s hands played over the boxes dials, the vibrators came alive and the girl began to react, moving her hips, her moans getting louder, then a shriek as a jolt of current was applied to her nipples. I could see the perspiration on Linda’s neck as she gazed at the girl, so exposed, so uncontrolled, so hot.

With the master at the controls, the girl was taken to the edge of orgasm, then taken down, up, then down. The electric jolts came irregularly, just to maintain the edge. Clearly she cared little for the spectators, or perhaps she needed them to take her where she wanted to go.

I caught the eye of the woman with the box and motioned to Linda. She walked to us, and to Linda’s surprise handed her the box, which she took. A whisper from the woman and Linda tentatively began to manipulate the dials. The girl on the stage began to moan again and to hump her pussy into the air. Interestingly, when Linda found the shock button, she seemed to love it’s effects, holding it down, longer and longer. Eventually she found her rhythm, long shocks while accelerating the vibes. I moved behind Linda, peering over her shoulder, hands on her hips.

I kissed her shoulder and neck and she shivered. But she was not about to speak, not now. She pressed back into me, feeling my hardness through the fabric. My hands slipped around her to hold her breasts, so close through the nearly transparent white blouse. Her nipples hardening, she pressed back more firmly as her breathing accelerated.

“Make her cum, Linda. Make hr scream and cum at the same time.” Linda had a glaze over her eyes as she turned the dials to the peak, all of them. The girl let out a shriek that continued for nearly a minute as her body thrashed against the cross. Eventually she quieted, even though the dials had not been turned down. She had nothing left. It was time to place her on the wall for the evening.

The woman took the box from Linda, who continued to stare at the girl as she was removed from the cross, clips removed and the vibes pulled out. “That was Suzy’s first time. Can you imagine how incredible that must have felt?” Linda nodded. “Come” I said as I took her hand and led her to the steps to the stage. As we walked up, Linda seemed to realize what was happening. She hesitated. I whispered to her ear “I will be with you. You will be safe” and she proceeded.

Once on the stage I turned her back to the crowd. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Her skirt was next, then the electric blue thong. Her eyes were closed as if that kept her away. I asked “Are you ready?” She nodded and I turned her to the crowd which watched the proceedings in silence. I lifted her onto the cross and strapped he to it and ankles and wrists. The woman brought the vibes, no lube necessary and they were slipped into Linda. A small moan as they went in.

Linda whispered to me “Not my nipples, please.” I answered ok, then rotated her upright. Her eyes surveyed the audience for the first time, then they closed again, at east until I attached clips, now four of them, to her labia. She screamed.