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The Knightlife Pt. 01

By: jhelmore



"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.

"I'm sorry, master. It won't happen again. I promise." She pleaded. He sighed and continued leading her past us where they disappeared into the crowd. Gabriel looked at me and raised his eyebrows. This time I answered immediately.

"Nope. Definitely not." During middle school and some of high school, I had been verbally bullied. Not a physical move was made, but the words of my abusers hurt more than any punch ever could. I suffered severe depression, spending most nights crying myself to sleep and hating myself. I never attempted suicide, but there were several bad days when I came close. I never wanted to experience that kind of humiliation and emotional agony again. Even if the words were not genuine, I knew they would crush me. We moved on.

After a few more minutes of wandering, I turned to Gabriel. "Hey. I'm going to sit down for a bit. I need some time to process everything. Plus I'm sure you didn't come here to babysit me all night."

"Are you sure? I can sit with you if you want."

"No, you go on. Have fun. Who knows? I may come to a decision and join in the fun."

At that he smiled and patted me on the back. "There you go. That's the optimism I like to see in you. Good luck." He turned and, after checking his phone, walked away in search of a partner. Whether he had prearranged one or was just going to find one, I knew not. I looked around for an empty chair and headed towards one when I spotted it. I plopped down and rested my head in my hands. I had seen so much I hardly knew what to make of it. Most of what I had seen I had no desire to partake in. Serious pain and humiliation was not for me. It held none of my interest. I had seen some things that I did like, but something seemed to be missing. Some essential cornerstone that once found and placed, would allow everything else to come together. But no matter how hard I thought about it, I could not figure out what that elusive element might be.

"Have you figured out the mysteries of the universe yet? Or are you trying to get rid of a brain freeze?" The voice that sounded near me made me nearly jump out of my skin. With my head in the clouds, I had failed to realize that another person was at the circle of chairs I had settled down into. I looked towards the voice and saw its owner. He looked to be about in his early thirties. He was slightly tan, with long flowing blond hair and pale blue eyes. He wore sneakers, a pair of jeans with rips at the knees, and a black hoody that was draped over his shoulders like a cape, leaving his chiseled arms and chest bear. He had a tattoo of a star above his right peck. The way he was sitting, with his arms on the arm rests and his legs stretched out before him, exuded an air of relaxation and confidence. In fact, it would not have surprised me at all if he had gotten up and revealed that his name had been engraved into the chair, marking it just for him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It just looked like if you started to think any harder, steam would start pouring out of your ears from your brain overheating." His voice was warm and pleasant, as easy going as his body language.

"It's no problem. I was just thinking about all of... This." I gestured to the room before us and the flurry of activities that it held.

"Ahh. Now I see. A newbie. It can be a bit much to take in all at once. What are your thoughts so far?"

I hesitated, not sure I wanted to reveal what I was thinking to a total stranger. "It's all certainly... interesting."

He laughed. "Oh come on. I saw the wheels turning in that head of yours. You have to have something more than that."

I sat in silence for a moment, deliberating what I should do. I finally decided it couldn't hurt to tell him. He seemed friendly enough. I explained everything I had learned about myself, what I had seen, and my theory about the missing piece.

"Hmmm." He stared at me, biting his lip as he thought. "You're an interesting kid. Seems like you've stumbled across something that can take people twice your age years to realize."

My jaw dropped once again, and it wouldn't be the last time that night either. "You mean... You know what I'm-"

"Yes." He cut me off. "I think I might know what that missing piece is you're looking for. That glue to piece together the pieces of you sexuality. Ah. I guess you're going to get a glimpse of what I'm talking about right now." His gaze had shifted from me to the crowd. I followed his line of sight and spotted a woman walking towards us. She was short, and had spiky red hair. Freckles adorned her arms and face. She had piercing green eyes that looked like they could stare through solid steel. She wore a black, gothic-type short dress that ended halfway down her thighs and was edged with red lace. The rest of her legs were covered by fishnet stockings and black knee-high boots that featured a peep hole for her toes. Her toes, like the rest of her skin, were a pale white and her nails were painted black to contrast. As an expert admirer of feet, I could safely say they were beautiful, just like the rest of her body. Curves in all the right places, giving her the perfect look of a fem fatale. She glided towards the man with an impressive amount of grace for a woman wearing boots like hers.

"So, Sir Alexander. It looks like you've made a friend." She glanced my way as she said this. He eyes stared right through me. Not in an evil way. Yes, it was intimidating, but this was a look that said "I know everything about you."

My new friend got up and bowed before the woman, kneeling down on one knee. "I hope you can forgive me for socializing without your permission, my Lady. But the poor boy seemed to be in a bit of a conundrum. I only wanted to help."

She smiled, which lit up her whole face. "Well, at least your intentions were noble. Now rise. I wish to be seated." Alexander rose and sat down again, but this time with better posture, as if sitting at attention. I found out why a second later, when the woman sat down on his lap. In fact, she didn't just sit down in it. She lounged in it. She sprawled sideways in the chair, resting her back against the arm and arm rest on one side of the chair, and throwing her legs over the other side.

"Now," She continued. "I'm guessing that Sir Alexander here didn't introduce himself. He isn't in the habit of doing so, since I'm usually the one talking and making introductions." I nodded to confirm her suspicions. "Thought so. Well, allow me to begin. I am Lady Nails, and this is my follower, Sir Alexander. Pleased to meet you."

I swallowed hard and ran my hand through my hair, two more of my nervous ticks displaying themselves. "Umm. Hi. Nice to meet you, too. I'm Jonathan. Umm, I don't have a title I'm afraid."

Lady Nails laughed. The sound of her laughter was beautiful. "Oh don't worry about that. I see you're new here. Let me explain. We don't really have those titles. They are just part of the personas we put on whenever we play here or anywhere else." I must have looked confused because she continued. "A persona is an identity that you create for yourself for the purpose of playing. You've heard of role playing?" I nodded. "Well, think of it sort of like that. Except, the role in role playing is something that you only do on occasion. You're not always a plumber or a librarian. Whereas whenever we play, I am indeed always Lady Nails, and he is always Sir Alexander."

I mulled this over, trying to sort it out. "So, are you like this all the time? I've done a little bit of research in to BDSM relationships and read some about Dom and Sub relationships."

She shook her head. "No. That is not our type. Not per se, anyways. I'm assuming that you mean a total Dom and Sub relationship. Where he does not speak unless spoken too, he does the majority of the chores, he always kneels around me at home, that sort of thing. Well, why I can see the appeal for that kind of interaction, it does not appeal to me. I much prefer to give Sir Alexander here a much wider range of freedom. In fact, to any of our friends and neighbors, we have a perfectly normal and equal relationship. My version of Dominating is much more subtle."

"What do you mean?" I asked. What she had said had sparked a curiosity in me. I wasn't sure, but I thought I might have found something. Something incredibly important. She thought for a moment, and wiggled her toes idly. I glanced towards them instinctually, thinking that they had a lovely, round shape to them. When I looked back up at her face, I found myself looking at a knowing gaze and a sly smile. She had caught me staring. I gulped and hoped I hadn't offended her. Sir Alexander, who had been silent this whole time, cracked a smile as well. Oh God, I thought. They know. They definitely know. But if Lady Nails had any thoughts about my obvious admiration for her feet, she kept it to herself.

Instead she began to stroke the side of Sir Alexander's face. "Sir Alexander comes to me for the final say on any big decision. He also frequently pampers me, such as caring for my hair, giving me massages and other things along that line. And, though he is confident, relaxed, and more than bit prideful, he knows that he serves me. Not in the way that most of the Subs here do. They consider themselves servants, slaves, or some other such nonsense. Sir Alexander is much better than that. He is a knight. And not just any knight. My knight in shining armor. My champion and hero. He does amazing deeds for me, and slays all evil that dares come my way. He conquers all that I set before him. He would seize the world, just so he could lay it as well as himself at my feet. He does all this... because I am his queen. I am the noble Lady Nails, and I deserve to have this marvelous man worship me as he does. And he deserves to be adored in return, because he serves me so well."


The Knightlife Pt. 01



She suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back, exposing his neck which she then nuzzled against. He made sharp intake of breath that I know from experience was in pleasure and arousal. She continued. "He also knows that this applies tenfold in the bedroom. I am a goddess, dictating the fate of his sex life to suit mine. Luckily for him, mine is quite insatiable, so he is dictated quite often." She gave his left nipple a pinch with her free hand. "Every decision that is made involving sex, big or small, is made by me. I fuck him. Never the other way around. Even when he is on top of me, driving his lovely cock into my pussy, I am the one fucking him. Isn't that right darling?" She ended that question by biting his neck.

"Yes, Lady Nails. You are empress supreme in bed. And I live to serve and please you." The fact that he managed to say that without stuttering impressed me. I would have been barely coherent in his situation. I blushed a little at her words, and shifted my position in my chair, trying to alleviate the sudden lack of room in pants. What she had said spoke to me. Spoke to me on a level that had rarely or maybe even never been spoken to before. A newly discovered part of me raised its head, and urged me to learn everything that I could from these two. Lady Nails sat up straighter, so I guess she must have sensed my great interest.

"Umm. Th- There's another thing that I wanted to know." I said, my hands almost shaking.

"Go ahead. Ask away. Always happy to help those starting on their journey."

"Well, it's about... Umm. Well, I'm guessing that Alexander- I mean Sir Alexander is a great knight. But, he isn't perfect. No one is. So, what I want to know is, how do you punish him?"

Lady Nails stared at me for a moment before laughing. "Oh my. I'm sorry." She calmed herself down a bit, waving her hand in front of her face. "I certainly didn't expect that question. In response, I have another question: What if instead of telling you, I showed you?"

Once again, my mouth forgot how to remain closed. "Wh- What? You mean...? Punish him here? And now?"

"Yes. Of course. Forgetting to introduce himself is quite rude. I'm sure you were wondering just who you were talking to the whole time he was talking. In fact, I bet that if I hadn't showed up, he would never have done it until you finally gave in and asked." At this, Sir Alexander looked away in embarrassment.

Lady Nails jumped to her feet. "Come, come. Both of you." She walked towards the center of the room with both of us in tow. She stopped before a table with straps on them. It was obvious that a person would lie down and their arms and legs would be strapped to the four corners of the table, making it impossible for them to move. What was not obvious was that a dry erase marker board was leaning against one side of the table. I couldn't imagine what that was for. Lady Nails motioned to Sir Alexander. "Go on. You know what to do, darling."

Sir Alexander dutifully obliged her, but not by getting on the table. Instead, he removed all of his clothing, leaving him in all his nude glory. His member was impressive, looking to be about 8 inches long. It was only then that he climbed onto the table. She quickly used the straps to secure him to it, and then busied herself with the board. As my curiosity rose, she finished and moved so that I could get a closer look. She had written: "Lady Nails hereby decrees that Sir Alexander is to be teased and tickled until he begs for mercy. Upon this, Lady Nails shall decide whether or not mercy shall be given. No harm is to befall him."

A draft wafted in through my mouth as I gaped at the implications. She was leaving him here for anyone to use at their whim! It was incredible. The thought boggled my mind. I looked around and saw that the other tables had various victims with similar decrees. I saw Lady Nails motion towards me and she started walking back to our seats. I glanced over my shoulder at Sir Alexander and saw that people were already heading his way. I hurried to my chair and sat down, eager to watch what would happen next. The people gathered around the board to read his punishment. Some left, I figured either because they didn't want to give out that kind of punishment, or because they were just curious.

A woman came forward and ran her hands down his chest, sending shivers through him. This apparently pleased her, because she then repeated the motion several times. While she did, a man came forward and began fondling Sir Alexander's balls. He arched his back and I knew that must have felt wonderful.

"He'll feel the pain soon enough." Lady Nails commented. "It all feels so good, but not as good as the release of cumming. Everyone will just get him more and more excited, but no one will make him cum. Some will bring him very close if they are good, but none will let him have him the satisfaction. That is how I punish him."

A thought occurred to me just then. "What if someone does something that he doesn't consent to? Like, what if someone hurts him?"

Lady Nails frowned. "I always watch him while he is punished. Not just for my own pleasure, but to protect him. He is my knight, and though I rule him, I love him as well. Anyone who dared to hurt him would feel my wrath. And it is not a pretty sight." She relaxed a bit. "But I can see your concern. For example, what if you were up there? No one is watching out for you in particular at the moment. In that case, all you have to do is begin to shout out 'Red-light.' It is the universal safe word here at The Edge, and we are all to respect it. There are disguised security personnel roaming the building at all times to make sure that this is true. Also, many of us good Samaritans would likely jump in to save you if it seemed like the security didn't notice. We watch out for each other here. In other words, you are always safe at The Edge. Safe, sane, and consensual. The three keys to have fun with BDSM."

I nodded, feeling relieved. That had been one of my fears about coming here: how could I be safe? Now I could see that protective measures were in place, and I felt much more relaxed.

"Jonathan?" Lady Nails asked. She was gazing at me intently.

"Yes?" I replied, butterflies forming in my stomach.

"I have a favor to ask. These boots are drop dead gorgeous, but they're a pain to wear. Would you mind taking them off and giving me a little foot massage?" She lifted her feet up and wiggled her toes. I swallowed hard. So, this was it how it started. She had noticed me staring at her feet, and now she was reeling me in. But for what? She was clearly happy with Sir Alexander. What did could she want with me? I nodded nervously and reached for her outstretched legs. I unzipped the boot on her right foot and slowly revealed her calve, and finally, her foot. It was beautiful. Pale and soft looking like her toes, with a tattoo of a bat on her ankle. I moved on to her left boot and was rewarded with the knowledge that both her feet were lovely. This one had a silver toe ring on her middle toe. I almost started shaking. Dear God. It was almost like I was 18 and seeing a woman naked in person for the first time again.

Lady Nails giggled. "Well? These poor feet aren't going to sooth themselves." She was enjoying this. She was enjoying watching me get all flustered. She had a similar fire in her eyes that Alice had. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves and began to massage her feet. Since I have a foot fetish, I had of course extensively researched the best ways to give a foot massage. I also had plenty of experience. Soon, I settled into a steady rhythm, pushing my thumbs back and forth across her soft soles. I rotated her ankles and individually flexed all of her toes as well, working out all of the tension that had built up there. To me, the rest of the world had stopped existing. Only the two feet before me mattered, and the feeling of my hands pressing into them was the only thing that was real. So it was no wonder that I didn't notice Lady Nails moving around. 

It wasn't until the foot that I wasn't massaging at the moment brushed up against the tent I was pitching in my pants that I snapped out of it. She had moved her chair closer to mine. The toes of the foot I held in my hand wiggled seductively, while the toes of her other foot slowly massaged my hard on.

"Umm. Wh- what are doing?" I managed to stammer out.

"What's the matter? Don't you like feet? I noticed you staring at mine, so I thought I would let you massage them. It felt so good. Almost as good as one of Sir Alexander's massages. And then I noticed your hard on. You haven't been played with in such a long time. I thought you could use some fun." The words dripped over her lips like honey. They washed over me and I could barely think. This was seduction at its finest. If Sir Alexander dealt with this every day, I wondered how he managed to function properly when he was around her.

"Bu- But I thought you were with Sir Alexander? Won't he be upset if-"

"Shhh." She placed a finger to my lips and cut me off. "It's fine, Jonathan. I'm not having an affair with you. I'm not even going to have sex with you." I can't say I wasn't disappointed to hear that. "Sir Alexander, my husband, knows that I like the young and inexperienced ones like you. I like you seeing you get a taste of what's it like to truly serve for the first time. To be at my feet, both literally and figuratively. Would you like that?"

I ran a hand through my hair, rubbed the back of my neck, and gulped. The trifecta. I was more than nervous. I was terrified. I was about to indulge something I had never indulged before, and I had no idea how it would change me. I nodded and said "Yes I would."

"Then say it properly, Jonathan. I think you can guess how this goes."

I guessed correctly. "Please let me serve you, Lady Nails."

She purred. "Good, good. Now, kiss my feet."

I planted a kiss on the top of her foot. "More." I showered kisses all over the top of her foot then moved on to her toes, and finally, her sole. Her foot tasted and smelled as amazing as they looked and felt. That unique taste and scent that only a foot lover could recognize. I was doing a good job, and she let me know by stroking my hard on with her other foot. Then, she pulled both of her feet away and switched their places.

"This one is getting jealous, Jonathan. Better fix that quick." I complied, planting even more kissed on her other foot. Sparks leapt up my spine. This was amazing. I had never felt like this before. I had kissed and worshipped feet before, but it had never been this good. What was different? Was it the fact that I was submitting? That had to be it. Could submitting make everything feel better? I had to know.

I glanced over to see how Sir Alexander was doing. A girl was tickling his sides relentlessly as several others watched nearby and giggled. His body heaved and thrashed as he laughed and tried to get away but couldn't. His laughter echoed around the room. I returned my attention to the scene developing in front of me when Lady Nails began to speak again.

"Take off your shirt." Well that was forward. I gently set her foot down and took off my shirt. I have quite a hairy chest, which I had inherited from my dad. I hated it. I thought it looked gross, and hoped to one day save up enough money to get a lot of my body hair removed permanently. Lady Nails got up and sat in my chair, straddling me. She ran her hands through my hair and over my face, over my neck, and down my chest. Then down my arms and back up. He hands thoroughly explored the front and upper half of my body. Her touch was light and sensual, exciting my already engorged manhood. It throbbed, and she felt it.

"Oh. You must like me touching you so much. I bet you haven't had someone this close to in a while, huh?" I nodded, unable to talk at the moment. She leaned forward, pressing her mouth against my ear. "You know," She whispered. "Some people disagree with how I Dom. They say I should let you do all the work. Why should I care about how you feel? But I think differently than they do. The more teased you are, the hornier you are, the more enraptured with me you are, the better you serve me. When you need to cum so badly that you would do anything, that's when I'm having the most fun. That's when you service me in all the ways I want. And when I'm good and ready, I make you cum. I make you cum hard. Harder than you have ever cum in your life. And when you're lying there, recovering from having your mind blown, you come to worship me even more for my ability." She giggled. "At least, that's the way I see it." Her tongue ran along the outer edge of my ear. "Don't you?"

I tried to respond but could only manage a groan. She was good. She was very, very good. And very, very right. "Mmmm." She purred. "I think that's a yes. So, now I have another question. I saw how you were thinking over what I told you. How your eyes lit up when I described how Sir Alexander served me. Would you like to serve, Jonathan? You couldn't serve me, of course. I already have Sir Alexander. But I could help you find someone. I know several people that think like me, and they would be very eager to have a young, handsome, and willing guy like you. What do you think?"

I stared at her for a long time. Everything she said was true. I had thought about her words and felt how they resonated within me. I had seen how Lady Nails and Sir Alexander looked at each other. I had seen the love, respect, and connection that was in their gaze. I wanted it. I knew this was something I had to do. But it was all so much to take in at once.

As if reading my mind, Lady Nails said, "I know this is all a bit overwhelming. You don't have to answer now. Or even tonight. Here." She reached into her boot and pulled out a card. "I always keep one on me just in case I found someone like you." The card had her name and phone number on it. I stuffed the card into my pocket. Lady Nails looked deep into my eyes. "Shall I show you why this place is called The Edge?"

"Yes, Lady Nails. Please do." I replied. With that, she pulled my hair and jerked my head back, exposing my neck. She bit, kissed and licked her way up to my ear, tugging on it playfully wither her teeth. And the whole time, she slowly grinded on me, rubbing the crotch of her panties on the crotch of my jeans. It felt magnificent. Eventually, she got up.

"I think it's about time I saw everything you have to work with. Get up and take your pants off." I hesitated, my body issues preventing me from immediately doing so. She sighed. "Jonathan, if you really want this, you know you have to follow orders. You have to trust me and anyone else you serve that not only will they never hurt you, but that they always accept you. Can you do that?"

I got up and unbuttoned my pants. I slid them down around my ankles and stepped out of them. Then, after taking another deep breath to calm myself, I did with the same with my boxers. Like I said, I have body hair, with a copious amount on my legs. I had shaved in my pubes for tonight, just in case something miraculous happened and I got some action. Something miraculous like what was happening right now.

"Sit." Lady Nails commanded. I sat down. She sat down in her chair as well, which was right in front of mine. She reached under her dress and worked her stockings off. "It's better if I have bare feet for this." I shivered in anticipation and wondered what was about to happen. When she was done and her stockings lay on the floor with my clothes, she lifted her left leg up and placed her foot on my face. "Worship me." She didn't have to say that twice. I began to kiss her foot like before, but this time I added in licks as well. When I got to her toes, I sucked on each one and licked between them all. Her right foot didn't stay idle. She began to use it to stroke my penis slowly. Her smooth sole worked my shaft up and down. Eventually, I felt a familiar pressure begin to build. But Lady Nails was good. She stopped and took both feet away from me.

"What's the matter?" she asked with mock concern. "You look so disappointed. But you know how my feet get jealous of each other. You can't shower one with attention and not the other." She placed her right foot on my face. "Now make it all better. Be a good boy for me." I was a good boy. I had figured out by now that she wasn't going to let me cum. She was just going to tease me and make me all hot and bothered. But I played along. Despite my soon to be case of blue balls, it felt so good. And I always enjoyed worshiping feet. So I worshiped. And she teased. I don't remember how long it lasted. I had completely lost track of time.

But it did end. Lady Nails pulled her feet away from and reached down for her stockings. "I'm sure you're sad to see me stop. I know I'm sad that I have to. But I believe Sir Alexander has suffered enough. He's still strapped to that table, remember?" She pulled on her boots and stood up, straightening her dress. "This has been fun. Really fun. It's been a while since I've been able to see a rookie like you experience the joy of tease and denial. If you want more, all you have to do is call. I'll be waiting for you." And with that, she walked away. I saw her release Sir Alexander from the table before I bent over to pick up my clothes. I dressed myself and when I looked over to where they had been, they were gone.

I sat down again, weary and horny. Tonight was definitely a night I was going to remember, and I think there was a strong chance of me returning. After a while, I texted Gabriel that I was ready to go. A few minutes later, he walked up to me, his hair disheveled and a grin on his face.

"Looks like you had fun." I said, standing up and stretching.

"Oh yeah." He replied. "I certainly did. I always do. What's the point of coming here if you don't have a good time? What about you? Anything exciting happen while I was gone? Or did you sit here and mope the whole time?"

"I had plenty of excitement, thank you." I told him about everything that had happened.

"Well, well, well. Someone is a lucky duck. I've seen that Lad Nails around here before. She's certainly a pretty lady. You ready to go?"

"Yeah." I replied. "I'm ready to go." I was ready to go home. I was ready to go back to this club. And I was ready to go into a new and adventurous future.

We exited the place and got back in the car. As Gabriel drove home, he told me about his night. I wasn't paying attention to most of it. My mind was elsewhere. Mainly, it was in my pocket, considering the card Lady Nails had given me.

When we got home, I quickly excused myself and went to my room. I locked the door, grabbed my lube, and turned off the light. After oiling my still erect member, I stroked myself to a mind blowing orgasm. My back arched and my limbs spasmed. Waves of pleasure rolled through my groin and up my spine, all the way up to the top of my head. I spurted a huge load all over myself. Like Gabriel said, I came my brains out. And like Lady Nails said, I came harder than ever before. After recovered, I reached over looked at the card she had given me. I decided right then and there that I was going to call her. I had to know what that kind of life was like. I had to know the satisfaction of pleasing and serving a mistress. And I had to know what it was like to be adored the way Lady Nails adored Sir Alexander. I put the card on my nightstand and rolled over. Exhaustion took over and I soon fell asleep. The next few days would be very interesting. I couldn't even imagine what they had in store.