Stepping out of the walkway and into the airport, Katy took a deep breath in. She had finally made it to the place she had always dreamed of. For the past four years of high school, she had saved up, waitressing at the little diner near her house. And her saving was now rewarding her. As a graduation gift, her family had paid for her plane tickets to Madrid, Spain. All the money she had saved up would go towards living her best life.

Katy made her way out of the airport. She wore leggings, sneakers and a hoodie, comfortable for the ten-hour flight from where she lived in the States. She wore a pair of headphones around her neck as she hailed a taxi. She set her backpack in the backseat while the driver placed her suitcase in the trunk with a soft thud. The sun was shining brightly as Katy slid into the air-conditioned cab and directed the driver towards her hotel.

Katy had been studying Spanish for all four years of high school, and she was looking forward to using it. “Tu puedes tomar me a mi hotel”? she asked in broken Spanish. The cab driver smiled at the attempt, happy that the foreigner in the back seat wasn’t afraid of trying.

“It is OK, I speak english”, he smiled in the rear-view mirror. “And what hotel would you be wanting me to take you to?”

“Oh!” Katy exclaimed. “The Catalonia Gran, please.” The cab driver nodded and skillfully merged into traffic.

Katy sat in her hotel room, trying to stay awake. She was jet lagged from the flight, but she had stayed awake for the entire flight, as well as the entire day before she had left. She had been told that staying up extremely long, then sleeping hard when it got dark in the place she was going to was the best way to get over jet lag. Katy was hoping to make it to 7:00pm before she went to bed, but her eyelids were already drooping.

The 18-year-old redhead stood up from her bed and walked to the window. She was on one of the highest floors of the hotel and, drawing the curtains wide, could see out across the entire city of Madrid. The mountains were baked in the red glow of the setting sun, providing a stunning backdrop to the sprawling modern city. Katy smiled in expectation. She had planned for 5 weeks in Spain. She would spend a week in Madrid, then travel the countryside, visiting all the different areas of the country.

Katy looked closely at the skyline. Somewhere out there was the place she was the most excited for. Somewhere, tucked away in the shops and buildings, was a tiny little club that specialized in a very niche thing that Katy had always been fascinated with. And that was bondage.

Katy was a closeted kink. She grew up in a fairly conservative household, always went to church on Sundays, that kind of thing. She had never had a chance to experiment with bondage and kinkiness beyond the box of rope and carefully-gathered gear that she had slowly acquired over the years. Whenever her family wasn’t home, Katy would get out a few dozen feet of soft nylon rope, a pair of double-locking handcuffs and a large red ballgag that she had managed to get from Amazon, timing the orders to arrive when her family was gone. She would carefully tie her legs together, tie the handcuffs to her ankles, put in her gag and then complete the hogtie, squirming around on the floor of her room.

Katy longed for something more than that. She had exhausted her self-bondage abilities and all she wanted was for someone else to do the tying up. Katy watched videos and read stories and blogs of people online who had experienced a true bondage experience, and she longed to have a story just like theirs.

And she was finally going to get it. One of the things she realized while planning her trip was that she didn’t need to tell anyone where she would be. Her family thought that she would be visiting the Basilica of Saint Francis for the day, but Katy had actually scheduled an all-out bondage experience with a BDSM club. She would be treated to up to six hours of any bondage she wanted. It had cost a fortune, but Katy decided that this was what she had been saving for for four years. Money would come back, but the experience will never leave her.

The reviews online had been phenomenal. There was one person in particular, Cassidy, who had received many positive reviews. She was rated nearly 5 stars from more than 100 reviews, so Katy figured that she would be the best to book with as an amateur.

Katy felt her eyelids close and she snapped out of her train of thought. She was still standing in front of the window, staring mindlessly out at the skyline. The glow of the sun had sank from the mountains and the lights of the city were beginning to glow brighter.

Cranking the curtains back closed, Katy jumped into bed, deciding she had forced herself awake long enough. Her eyes closed, her mind filled with bondage fantasies that would soon be fulfilled.

The next day, Katy stood in front of an innocent-seeming sign, written in Spanish with small English words underneath. She checked her phone, then looked at the sign again. The English read: ‘For those who dare…” Katy looked at her phone again. That’s what the website said the sign would read.

There was nothing obvious about the storefront. There were a small flight of stairs that led down to the basement, which the website instructed Katy to follow. She carefully stepped down, wearing a pair of heeled sandals, a skirt and a tight-fitting top. She wanted to dress cute, but not over-the-top. She had also pulled a choker down around her neck in a moment of rebellion against her parents. She tugged at it, moving it up and down nervously as she knocked on the door.

Nobody answered for a moment, so Katy slowly pushed her way in. She hid in the entryway as the door swung open, revealing a softly-lit room. There were a pair of couches and a cushioned armchair gathered around a small table. Lamps in three of the corners filled the room with a soft light. The air was jarringly cool, after coming from the heat of the city. Nobody was inside.

Katy glanced at her phone and decided this was it. Her heart pounding, she softly stepped over to one of the couches and sat down, smoothing her skirt and holding her arms. ‘I need to calm down’, Katy thought to herself once she realized how loud her heart was inside her head. She took several deep breaths and closed her eyes, remembering the yoga classes she took with her mom.

After many breaths, she opened her eyes, her heart no longer pounding. She noticed that a woman was standing in a corner, watching her silently. When she made eye contact, she smiled.

“And are you Miss Katy?” the woman asked, walking towards her.

“Uhh, yeah! And you are…”

“I am Cassidy. I will be your dom for the day.”

“Oh! Wonderful!” Katy blushed at how outfront Cassidy was being. The graduate had never been near people that were the ‘same’ as she was and it was shocking to see how open Cassidy was to sharing her ‘secrets’.

“Come on in the back and you can get dressed.” Cassidy abruptly turned on her heel and walked further into the building. Katy tentatively followed, overwhelmed by Cassidy’s abruptness. She had hoped for a little bit of introduction or easing in, but she swallowed her worries and clutched her bag to her chest.

Cassidy led Katy past a couple of rooms. Katy peaked inside the cracked doors and blushed even further, seeing things that she had only ever seen in videos watched early in the morning when everyone in her house was asleep. One room was decked out in metal bars and cages, another one filled with all sorts of leather equipment. Katy suddenly felt lightheaded and fell against the wall, making a soft thump and clutching her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Cassidy looked over her shoulder. She saw that Katy had suddenly gone pale. “Hey, just relax OK? I read your request, I know this is a big deal for you…”

Katy slowly nodded. Cassidy put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. “You got this. You want this, right?” Katy nodded again. “Then toughen up and let's have the time of our lives, alright?”

Katy looked at Cassidy. She was intimidating, but Katy felt supported. She nodded again, her heart slowly making its way out of her throat and back down into her chest. She picked herself up off the wall and slowly followed, practicing her yoga and taking deep breaths.

Cassidy pushed a door open, leading into a room with metal lockers on the wall. “You can put your stuff here, then the dressing room is over there. I need to get myself ready, so we can meet in the next room over in… let’s say 30 minutes?” Cassidy looked at Katy comfortingly, who nodded her head. “I want to hear you. Can you repeat what I said?”

Katy took a shaky breath. “Yeah. In the next room in 30 minutes.”

Cassidy smiled. “I just want to make sure you’re doing OK. You payed a lot for this, so I want to make sure you stay comfortable.”

Katy nodded, then realized she was nodding and said, “Yeah, thank you.”

Cassidy smiled and left the room.

Katy took her time. She put her stuff in a locker and locked it shut with a lock she had been told to bring with her. She sat down for a moment to catch her breath. She rubbed her legs, trying to dry her palms. She tucked the same curl of auburn-red hair behind her hair three times. Fidgeting with her shirt, she shakily stood up from the wooden bench and walked towards the dressing room.

Pushing the door open slowly, she flipped the light on and was immediately shocked. It was just like the videos she had watched… There were so many outfits. Schoolgirl outfits, maid outfits, suits, dresses, gloves, shoes, masks, collars, catsuits, costumes, anime outfits… Katy felt her heart pound into her throat again and had to sit back down for a few minutes.

When she returned, she thought about all the fantasies she had had when daydreaming about how the BDSM experience would go. She thought back to her room, where she had almost bought a suit that was incredibly expensive, but changed her mind at the last second. She thought of her favorite video, where the girl was wearing a latex catsuit. Katy, with her hands shaking, slowly reached out and pulled a shiny black latex catsuit off the wall.

Katy knew how to put one on. She had watched enough videos and done enough research when she was contemplating buying one that she needed some sort of lube to be able to slide the latex over her skin. She found a tube on a shelf in the closet, then slowly began to undress. She stopped multiple times to practice her breathing techniques to calm down, but she eventually got her clothes off, lubed her body, and slid into the catsuit effortlessly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she flushed heavily. Her legs were soooo good looking, her breasts were sooooo good looking, it all felt surreal. Her dream was slowly coming to reality.

The catsuit had the tight latex cover her feet, all the way up her legs, her body, her arms and hands (there were built in gloves), and had a tall collar. The only visible skin of Katy’s was her face. Her red hair curled down around her shoulders, accenting the black latex sharply. She took a shaky breath and, trying to ignore the small zipper built into the suit situated right above her sex, she turned the light off and left the closet.

Before she could change her mind, Katy left the locker room and stepped quickly down the dim hallway. Nearly an hour after she had left Cassidy, she slowly opened the door to the next room. Katy’s voice caught in her throat as she slowly showed herself to Cassidy, her face blushing the deepest it had since she had arrived.

It wasn’t her own self-consciousness that made her flush: Cassidy had completely transformed. Before, she had been wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt, much like Katy. Now, she wore a tight-fitting leather getup, leather boots, and she had put on a heavy helping of black makeup. Cassidy’s breasts were peeking out the top of the leather corset she wore. Her long black hair was tied back tightly, as if she meant business. And she certainly did mean business.

“Alright Katy, welcome…” Cassidy said menacingly. Katy gulped and closed the door behind her. Cassidy stood up and slowly walked towards her.

“Are you ready to enter into your first true experience?” she asked, stepping behind Katy.

Katy nodded.

“I can’t hear you…”

“Oh! Uh… yes…” Katy’s voice cracked. “ahem… yes. I am ready.” Her heart was pounding. Her hands were shaking. She had to focus just to say words correctly.

“Wonderful! Time for you to get your first true taste”. WIth the word ‘taste’, Cassidy slammed a deadbolt on the door shut.

Katy snapped.

“RED! Red red red red red… I just, I need to sit down for a sec.” Cassidy rushed to support Katy as she guided her over towards a bench.

“Sorry Katy”, she started, “but what you had in your request kind of needs this intro. You need to be ready.”

“Yes, I know, it’s just… I don’t know what's happening…” She sat down and took a big swig of water from a bottle that Cassidy had retrieved.

“You remember what you want, right?”

Katy took a deep breath. The ice-cold water shocked her, coursing through her body. It felt like she had just reawoken. Her mind wasn’t foggy anymore, and she realized what Cassidy had asked her.

“Yes. I remember. And I still want it.”

“I don’t know… If you can’t handle the intro, then maybe it’s best to keep to something tamer…”

“NO! I mean, no. I want it. I’m fine now. I promise.”

“Alright, if that’s the case, I need final confirmation from you. Audibly.”

Katy nodded.

Cassidy took a deep breath. “Katy, I will be subjecting you to complete domination. You requested that there be no safeword. In your own words, you want to, ‘be completely and utterly helpless, completely broken. Anything goes, just no fluids or breathplay.’ If we continue, this is what will happen to you.

Katy nodded, her head shaking slightly.

“I need you to say it.”

Katy closed her eyes. “Yes. I am completely willing to the terms as you say them.”

“Once we start, there is no going back, per your request. 6 hours. Completely at my mercy.”

Katy kept her eyes shut tight. “I understand. I agree. I want this.” She said it, trying to convince herself as much as Cassidy.

Cassidy shook her head. “Alright, I will start a timer. And once we begin, we begin. Do you understand?”

Katy nodded one final time, committing herself before she went back. “Yes, I understand!”

Cassidy clicked a button on her watch. A slight buzzing sound indicated time had started. Cassidy led Katy over towards a large X on the wall. Katy had been too laser-focused on Cassidy and her own anxiety to look around the room, which she now did with a feeling of finality. There was the massive wooden X on the wall that she was being pulled towards, but there were dozens of other machines and racks and stations. There was a wooden horse, a tickle rack, and many other things she didn’t know how to describe. As if in a dream, Katy lifted her arms for Cassidy to secure them, then moved her legs out to secure her ankles. More straps were added, pinning Katy to the Saint Andrew’s Cross around her midsection, her knees, her elbows, and notably her neck. When this one went, she snapped out of her reverie and looked at Cassidy.

“No, not the neck. That’s too close to breathplay.”

“Can you breathe?”

“...yeah.”

“Then you’re tough outta luck.” Cassidy had adopted a much more stern tone. She worked quickly, as if Katy would try to leave.

Katy turned her head to the side, and the strap over her neck pulled taut. Her breathing wasn’t at risk, but the psychological impact of it was what set her anxiety off again. Katy subconsciously pulled at her restraints, her anxiety ramping up more as nothing moved. She began to get an idea of what she had gotten herself into.

Katy had no CLUE of what she had gotten herself into. She began to take deep breaths to calm her anxiety, just as her yoga class had always taught her. She got two breaths in before Cassidy interrupted them with a sock. Katy gagged and tried to pull her head away, the neck strap pulling tight once more. The sock went into her mouth and was instantly followed up by a large red rubber ball. Katy cried out subconsciously as leather straps were expertly buckled around her head.

“Thanks for bringing a lock with a key! My lock picking skills aren’t phenomenal, but they make do. Your socks are so pretty, I might add.” Cassidy had taken on a whole new persona. She flashed devious glances up at Katy as she worked. She pulled straps tight aggressively, rather than with the soft touch she had displayed before when comforting Katy.

“MMMPPHHUUHHH!!!” Katy shouted, breathing heavily through her nose. She had showered the night before, but she had put the same socks from the long flight back on afterwards! She had worn them for at least 2 days! It must have been some subconscious longing that her own socks would be used against her.

Katy took deep breaths through her nose, instead of her mouth to calm herself. She was in safe company, she was fine… she couldn’t get the sock out of her mouth. Her arms were pinned above her head. Her breathing was restricted, her neck was hurting, everything was closing in…

Then everything did close in. Focusing on her breathing and her body, Katy didn’t realize that Cassidy was pulling a leather hood down over her head. Katy snorted and shouted into her gag. She tried to say ‘red light’, but only grumbles and gasps came out. A small voice somewhere in her head told her that this was what she wanted and what she had requested dammit, right down to the hood and the gag. But that voice was drowned out by her sudden loss of sight. Her breathing felt laborious, her jaw already ached from the large package in her mouth, and the dirty taste of socks was already running down her throat. She snorted through her nose, tossing her head from side to side, trying to dislodge the hood.

Cassidy slowly tightened the hood, crushing Katy’s head. In reality it was hardly half as tight as it could have gone, but Katy felt like she was going to suffocate. She suddenly felt claustrophobic, which she had never felt before.

In pitch darkness, Katy had no idea what Cassaidy was doing. When her hearing suddenly went null, she was caught completely unawares and briefly lost control. Cassidy had set a pair of earmuffs over the hood, pinning the leather to her head and killing all sound. Katy thrashed against the leather straps holding her to the cross, each one holding her tight without even a creak. Her chest, unsupported in the catsuit, bounced up and down as she struggled.

Cassidy sighed and checked the list of things that Katy had requested. ‘She can’t handle it’ she thought to herself, before doing it anyway. She reached forward and violently grabbed both of Katy’s breasts and began to squeeze them, making Katy snap out of her panic and concentrate on what was going on.

Katy realized that, somewhere beneath the panic, she was still aroused. Very aroused. This was exactly what she wanted, and she was getting it and her body was reacting in a powerful way. With the start of her molestation, her arousal ramped up enough to overcome the anxiety she felt at suddenly being in extreme bondage. She moaned into her gag, subconsciously trying to cover herself up. Her arms pulled at the cross, trying to reach down and stop Cassidy, but they were pinned in place. The feeling of being at Cassidy’s mercy went up another level. Images of the most hardcore bondage videos Katy had ever watched suddenly came to mind as she realized she was just as helpless as the poor actresses in the videos. Cassidy could do literally anything to her… and Katy realized that that was exactly what she had put on her request list.

Cassidy lowered her squeezes and turned it into tickling. Katy choked on her sock-spit and cried out laughing as she twisted and turned to get away. Before she knew what was happening, Cassidy was back to her breasts, making Katy switch between laughing and moaning every few seconds.

This went on for several minutes. Cassidy stepped back, breathing hard, looking at the breathing-much-harder body of Katy, hanging limply from the cross. She almost felt bad. She wasn’t ready for something like this. But, she had paid and this was what she wanted and had affirmed multiple times. Cassidy looked at the list and decided it was time for a break. She went to her table and grabbed multiple pads and eggs. She returned to the shaking form of Katy and unzipped Katy’s suit.

Katy tensed as she felt the suit unzip. She moaned in pain and pleasure as she felt one egg, then two, then three slip inside of her. She had longed for this, she had wanted it for so long, but it was too much… Katy’s thoughts swirled around as fast as the eggs began vibrating. Katy’s body shook from the force as she was immediately brought to the edge of a climax. She whined and moaned as they were quickly brought down in power, denying her the pleasure she wanted. It wouldn’t take much to finish, with how stimulated she was in the BDSM environment, so Katy tried rubbing her legs up and down as the strength of the eggs lowered. In fact, this was enough for her. She gasped as she had the most violent climax of her life.

Cassidy frowned as Katy climaxed. She shook her head. In Katy’s instructions, she had requested that she be denied climax. Cassidy knew what she had to do as a punishment.

Katy snapped out of her orgasmic reverie as the headphones were removed. It was like turning on the lights after your eyes had adjusted to the dark. She was ‘flashbanged’ as well as she could be by sound, and it took a moment to realize that Cassidy was talking to her.

“I can’t let you do that. I’m going to have to punish you now. Maybe you can learn to not do that again…” And with that, the earmuffs returned.

The jarring of the abrupt sound, then losing it again ramped up Katy’s fear yet again. Her body tensed as the last swirls of pleasure left her, the eggs still vibrating away. Katy felt the catsuit zip back up, sealing the eggs inside. She waited tentatively, expecting some sort of pain at any moment…

And it didn’t come. Katy cried out into her gag, unhearing, unseeing, unable to speak. She struggled as she felt herself coming to another climax. Still nothing happened. After at least 5 minutes of expectation, Katy was struggling to prevent another climax. She held dead still, not daring to move anything in fear of setting herself off again. And still no punishment had come.

Just as she was about to climax against her will, the eggs slowed down. She cried out in a unique combination of relief and frustration, wanting to orgasm but not wanting the punishment that had still yet to come.

For the second time, she was ‘sound-banged’ by the headphones coming off with no warning.

“Was that a moan of frustration? You wanted to cum, didn’t you?”

“NNNMMMUUHH!!!” Katy cried, trying to convey that she didn’t in any way possible.

“Too bad I don’t believe you…” Cassidy ended off with a hiss, before earmuffs came back, silencing her just as much as before.

Katy screamed into her gag, pleading with Cassidy. As the first blow fell, Katy fought against her bonds, unwilling to give up. Cassidy whipped her thigh again, Katy screamed out and begged her to stop. But they didn’t stop. Blows fell for what must have been 10 minutes, but felt like hours to Katy. Tears filled her hood and mixed in with the taste of her sock. ‘You wanted this’ Katy told herself. ‘You wanted this and you are getting it’.

5 and a half hours later, the hood came off. Katy hardly remembered anything during the ending process. She had been trussed up to the cross for 6 hours, and her body was cramped and achy. Cassidy took good care of her as she recovered. She helped her drink water, she helped her into and out of the shower, she fed her, she comforted her… Katy was spent.

“You are in no shape to go back home. Spend the night here.” Cassidy had said

“No… I need my stuff…”

“Stay here, I mean it.”

“I… OK.”

The next morning Katy felt better. She made her way back to her hotel and spent the day recovering. It was the greatest experience she had ever felt in her life. Her head was still spinning from the adrenaline dump.

The day after, she recovered fully and began to enjoy the rest of her vacation.

Interestingly, she never had another bondage experience.

At least, one where she wasn’t in charge.