Costa Rica's First and Only BDSM Club

As you enter the room your eyes fall on all manner of...instruments. Some you know, some you don't; there's whips, there's handcuffs, there are blindfolds and strange metal contraptions. You smell leather and curiosity. You hear a door close and wonder what you've gotten yourself into. No club you've ever been to has offered something like this -- and now that you've arrived, the fact that it's all real starts to sink in.

The sad truth is that Costa Rica is missing something important, something you could say... fundamental. There's no BDSM club here.

Sure, there's the occasional laughable attempt, operated by the usual deplorables, the "clever" simps, the forever inadequate, the utterly insufficient, the boring, the tedious, the rejects whose dog ran away one day and so they figured... The sort of thing that properly speaking makes one ashamed to participate, and reluctant to contemplate belonging.

Yet... exploring the mental and physical possibilities of power exchange requires actually powerful, actually competent people.ⁱ An awkward costume party, sitting around in a group vaguely reminiscent of post-class detention... none of that has much to do with BDSM, right ?

And so... you've come to the address. Between the mountains and the ocean, all ripe with possibilities. There's plenty to sate your hunger and thirst, and the soft sound of the surf murmurs invitingly just across the street, but you're not here for wining, dining, or lounging by the sea... at least, not yet. Maybe. Truth be told you're not entirely sure why you're here at all, but as the tinny buzz of anxiety fades from your ears, it becomes clearer. There is pain, and pleasure, discovery, and rejection -- there is freedom, somehow, in the depths of having none.

The first BDSM club in Costa Rica worth the name is being born, and we want you to come live out your true life with us.

That sexy outfit? Flash it! Wanna be a puppy? Fetch! Ever wondered what's it like, being a slave? Come ask one! For many decades now BDSM clubs have been the red hot core of experimentation, finding oneself, and having a good time while being truly free, body and mind.

Pick up the phone and dial 7240 1233 ; or fire up an email at nicolercichocki@gmail.com ; or even -- leave a comment belowⁱⁱ. There will be an interview over free drinks somewhere posh, and then... well, that's it, then you're in.

Something deep inside you begins to let go, as you feel the metal biting softly at your wrists. You are vulnerable, but safe. You are blind, but for the first time, you see everything. You are outside of everything you've known, but you are in your element. You are having the best Friday night of your life, or maybe you're finding the life you've always wanted.

In your lack of choice, the choices are all yours. Welcome to a club like no other.

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