Backpacking through Europe had definitely been the right call.

I hadn’t been quite sure how I wanted to spend the year after graduating university. Originally I had thought landing a job would be my priority, but with the way things were shaping up back home it hadn’t been worth slogging through the six months of job applications it would’ve taken. Better to head out, see the world a bit. And it had been great! History buff that I was, there were a ton of battlefields, castles, and all other manner of touristy destinations I could check out while winding my way through country after country.

I had made it to somewhere in Germany, a decent sized medium town, on a late Friday afternoon.

I was heading down the street, looking for someplace to sit and relax for a while, when I felt a hand grab my arm. I looked over and almost did a double take. The woman holding me was tall, easily over-topping me by a couple inches, and dressed in shiny, slick looking black material. She had over the knee boots that were laced tightly to her legs, and her blonde hair was cut short. Blue eyes sparkled as they looked up at me from where she sat, and she chattered at me in rapid German. Her companion, similarly dressed, smiled from where she sat across.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I scrambled, “No German. Um, Nein Deutsch.”

“Ah,” Her accented English was beautiful, and her smile widened, “English? You want to come to party? There is club nearby, we were looking for a friend?”

“Oh I don’t really…” I tried to demure, but she just kept smiling sweetly up at me. And they were wearing those outfits. Hell, you only live once right?

“I…I guess I could make some time,” I tried to temporize, “What sort of mmmmmmmmmmm…” My words were cut off as she sprang up to her feet and kissed me hard.

“I knew you would be good boy for me, yes?” She laughed and chattered some more to her friend who shook her head with a grin and responded in the same. I had no idea what they were talking about, but they continued to smile and laugh as they left the table with me. Heading down the street, I was more or less marched in between them, though my initial interlocutor was the one keeping a hold of my arm. It was a little odd, I mean no one had ever paid much attention to me before and now this gorgeous fetish woman was taking me to a club?

But as we went she talked to me in her accented English, and the friendliness of her questions and her topics put me at ease. She told me the club we were now going to was a rather exclusive place, and that it tended to cater to a more fetish or kinky crowd. Heidi, for that was the name she gave me, reassured me that coming as I was would not be a problem. She would be able to get me in, and possibly get me an appropriate wardrobe.

Well hell, who am I to say no to an offer like that?

Heidi led me past a small line that had already formed near the entrance, heading straight for the bouncer and engaging him with a few crisp phrases. He nodded amiably enough and gestured us through. She squeezed my shoulder reassuringly, and then led me inside. The immediate inner area of the club was a small space, with a registration desk recessed into the left hand side, and a couple of doors on the right. Directly ahead heavy drapes shrouded the main entrance into the club space.

“Now we dress you, hmm?” Heidi’s confident declaration brooked no disagreement from me, and I was hustled through one of the door’s on the right, her companion bringing up the rear. Inside was a small well appointed room with several tables of clean, ready to use bondage equipment and fetish clothes. Just the sight of all the potential bondage implements was getting me a little excited. And Heidi noticed. She smiled and gave me a quick hug, “You like, yes?”

“Oh yes!” I agreed quickly, “Though I’ve never done it before.”

“Ah,” Her eyes sparkled, “Bondage virgin. Wonderful!” I blushed at that, but her smile robbed the words of any sting.

“I think then we stick with cuffs, yes?” I nodded, “Shirt off please.”

I blushed a little more, but gamely took off my shirt. I wasn’t super fit after all, but nor was I out of shape either. All that backpacking had definitely come in handy for this sudden up close look at my body. Heidi smiled, trailing a warm hand over my stomach and side, before gently turning me around. She brought my arms behind me, and I shivered as I felt first one wrist and then the other wrapped in firm leather.

“Too tight?” I shook my head and she patted my bare shoulder, “Good boy.” She tapped her lips a moment in thought, “You would like hood?”

I considered for a moment. There were going to be a fair number of people out there. This was my first time trying bondage ever. I nodded.

She spoke to her companion, gave me another comforting squeeze, and then briefly disappeared from the room. Her companion led me over to a farther table and picked through the available hoods. Eventually she settled on a soft leather one with holes for my eyes and mouth, plus two breathing holes at my nose. We stood in friendly silence as she slid the hood onto me and then laced it snugly tight. Finishing up she murmured something in German, before chuckling and giving my rump a playful spank.

I jumped a little and squeaked, but before she could follow up on it, the door opened again. Heidi had returned, this time with a young lady who was clearly a staff member from her dress. Heidi was chatting with her in German, and then as she entered indicated me with another warm smile. I smiled back and wiggled my cuffed hands. Heidi grinned and then turned back to the young woman and asked…something. The woman nodded and walked over to a small chest, punching in a combination before opening the lid. She lifted a tray out of the chest, on which were four leather collars, all of different colours. Red, Blue, Purple, and Black.

She brought the tray over to Heidi who considered them all for a moment. The young lady holding the collars watched her for a moment, and then turned to look at me as I grunted. Heidi’s companion had just finished buckling cuffs around my elbows and strung a length of chain between them. Not enough to strain, but enough to draw my arms a bit closer together and thrust my bare chest out. She then tweaked a nipple and laughed as I gave another slightly higher pitched grunt.

Heidi turned to look at me, “Colour choice, hmm? Do you like any in particular?” She smiled at me, one hand stroking her black latex. I watched the hand for a moment mesmerized, and then mumbled, “Um, maybe the black, Heidi?”

She grinned broadly, “Yes! Black! A good choice!” She rattled off another high speed collection of German to the young woman, who gave a slight bow. Heidi picked up the black collar from the tray and approached me. The young woman set the remaining collars down and then quickly headed back out through the door.

I shivered as Heidi brought the collar up in front of my throat, “Until I release you, you are my slave, mmmm?” I shuddered and nodded, anticipation warring with nerves in my chest. Heidi smiled, seemingly aware of the battle my psyche was fighting, and took her time slowly collaring me and buckling the leather closed. As she finished buckling it she wrapped her arms around me and gave me another deep kiss, “My slave. Such fun we will have together, hmm?”

I giggled a little after the kiss, trying to dart in for another one, and for a minute she indulged me, ducking aside for a few moments before allowing me to land a kiss. Her friend picked up my discarded bag, and headed towards the door. I broke off my kiss with Heidi for a moment, opening my mouth to object, and Heidi popped a ballgag into it.

“Mmmfffgg??”

“Don’t worry my slave, your belongings are being left with the staff. It would not be safe to simply leave them lying about.” Heidi reassured me, buckling the gag closed, “As for this, well, I don’t want my slave to get himself in trouble with his mouth.” She chuckled and kissed me over the gag, “Not yet at least.”

I subsided my objections, and enjoyed her attentions for a little while longer, until her friend eventually returned. Then Heidi snapped a leash onto my collar, and declared that it was time to go dancing.

And off we went. The main area of the club was a dance floor, with some bondage furniture and play spaces ringed around it. It managed to be spacious looking while still feeling intimate. Perhaps two dozen people were already dancing, and it was into their midst that Heidi led me. A few of the dancers were also bound to varying extents I was relieved to note, and only a few people paid me any mind as I awkwardly did my best to follow Heidi’s graceful moves.

I began to feel a heady enjoyment. The hood spared my blushes from the surrounding kinksters, and my bondage made me helpless to make decisions for myself. I didn’t need to think, or as I usually did, overthink the situation. A gorgeous woman had invited me along to her favourite club, bound me and collared me, and was now happily dancing with me. Grinding up against me and feeling me up. I decided right then and there that I was just going to go with the flow of the night. I would follow where Heidi led me, and have a wonderful time.

And the night was amazing! We danced for a while, before Heidi led me away to a small nearby booth. We relaxed there for a time, where she insisted I sit on her lap so that she could run her hands over me while I stared out at the goings-on of the club. We spent a while like that. Her friend, whose name I still hadn’t the faintest idea, eventually joined us with a date of her own. He looked like he was at this club a fair amount, from his leather clothes, and he sported a blue collar unlike my own black one. I wanted to ask about the difference in collar colours, there had seemed to be a deal of importance attached to it, but my gag prevented anything apart from mumbles and moans. And Heidi herself kept me distracted with her constant gentle teasing touches.

As I sat there on her lap, moaning away like the helpless slave I was that night, Heidi chatted amiably with her friend as the latter finished cuffing the guy she had found. He immediately bent down to begin worshipping her boots, and the two women preened there on the edge of the dance floor. Their German was damn near musical, and I enjoyed the sound of the words, even as I hadn’t the foggiest idea what they were discussing. Every now and then during the discussion though Heidi would tug at my collar, or kiss the back of my neck, or something else to draw a long groan of pleasure from me. That always seemed to cheer her, and my reaction was inevitably followed by further caresses, groping, and kisses.

After a while Heidi waved over one of the serving staff. She asked her something, gripping my collar firmly in one hand, the other teasingly dipping between my thighs. I gasped into my gag, moaning in pleasure and thrusting my hips. The summoned girl smiled at Heidi and nodded, departing for a few moments before returning with three other staff members. I wasn’t paying much attention to them as they conferred with one another; Heidi’s hand was gripping my member through my pants and massaging it in a most agreeable way.

Suddenly Heidi’s lips were next to my ears, “You are my slave, yes?”

I nodded, moaning and thrusting my hips. She chuckled and bit at my ear a little, “I want you to say it to my friends here, Hmmm?” Tell them you are mine.”

She tugged the ballgag out of my mouth, and I almost immediately began babbling that I was hers. That she was my owner, and I her slave. I was helped along by her continued nibbles and whispers into my ear, promising me all sorts of fun as the night wore on. Heated hints of what lay in store for me, so long as I was willing to be her slave. It was a heady sensation, to have a gorgeous domineering woman like that taking such an interest in me. I said what she wanted me to say, drunk on the power of her presence.

I moaned with pleasure as she reinserted the ballgag, and continued to tease me. I paid little mind to the small group in front of us as they spoke, passing among themselves a small book. My only contribution was to moan plaintively when Heidi removed one hand to sign something, but she swiftly returned. Her passion for groping and caressing me seemingly redoubled as the small group of staff left back to their posts. She whispered to me the whole time, sometimes in English, sometimes in German. Regardless of the language, I was hooked on her words. On her touch. On her presence. I could do nothing to resist her, and wouldn’t want to even if I could have summoned the strength for it.

Hours must have passed. Eventually she urged me to my feet, bidding some sort of farewell to her friend. She led me by my leash back towards the front, her heated mixed language promises keeping me very much in the mood to see where the night took me. When we reached the front she spoke once more with the staff member on duty there. The young man smiled, nodded at her, “Ständiger Sklave?”

“Ja,” Heidi replied, kissing me. The man turned to me and asked the same, “Ständiger Sklave?”

Heidi pulled my ballgag out once more and, taking my cue from her I nodded with a smile, “Um, yes. Uh, Standiger Sklave…” I nodded once more and Heidi firmly pressed the gag back into my mouth, giving me a hungry kiss that left me swaying on my feet. She signed a couple forms that the man pushed to her, large blocs of German text that I was far too wired to even bother trying to examine. Heidi kept one hand firmly groping my rear while she reviewed whatever the forms were, and eventually signed them off with a flourish. We posed together for a picture at her insistence after that. She gave my leash a tug, and led me out of the club, flashing one last smile at the staff member.

Once outside she hailed a luxurious looking ride, and piled into the back of the vehicle with me, dragging me onto her lap once more where she could continue to have her way with me. I moaned in exhilarated pleasure. I had somehow managed to win an incredible night, with an incredible woman, all because I was strolling down that city street. How could this night get any better?

But unbeknownst to me, I was not to be the winner of the evening. At least, I was unlikely to see it that way for a while. Heidi was indeed interested in me, but not as a casual one night stand. Nor even as a weekend pleasure toy. Oh had I been able to speak the language, I’m sure she would have confined herself to just those sorts of play, but the moment I revealed to her my amiable lack of any German proficiency, she made her decision. I was like a helpless lamb being lead to slaughter when she brought me to her club. A club which happened to cater to those kinksters in the city who were interested in intensive play styles. Chief among them being the club’s policy on enslavement of players.

Heidi had guided me to selecting for myself a period of intensive slavery. The Black Collar. And even as the two of us played in the back of our ride, the staff members at the club, who still had all of my belongings, were engaged in all manner of activity. Plane tickets and hostel bookings were cancelled. Social media announced to my friends and family that I was bunkering down in Germany for a while to work up some additional cash for my adventure. New contact details were actually routed to Heidi’s own email and phone, for anyone who eventually wanted to check up on me. By the time I arrived at her home, and she was ushering me into her basement dungeon to continue our evening of fun, I was already hers.

I wouldn’t find out the full extent of my predicament until the next day, when she took great delight in instructing me on my new place in her home after she had hogtied me on her dungeon bed. And it would be long, long weeks before I was allowed to leave that basement dungeon. And even longer before she took me outside her home. But our first visit as a public Mistress-slave couple was back to that club. We were both dressed in latex and rubber, though her outfit made her look like a badass, while mine emphasized my slavery to her. She led me into the club on my leash, and off to the right again through the other door than the one I had gone through that long ago evening.

In that room it was finally driven home to me just how hopeless my position was. Because stretched across two of the walls of the room were before and after pictures. Of dozens upon dozens of other pairings, just like Heidi and me. The first picture, always, was the dominant and their chosen pet, standing in front of that bloody front desk. The pet was collared and usually in some sort of bondage. But still looked relatively normal. Still thought they were just in for a fun evening of kink. The second picture, always, was also back in the club. This time the pet was on their knees, or even completely hogtied at the feet of the dominant. Who was now clearly their owner as well.

Heidi paraded me up and down, pausing to look at different pictures here and there, murmuring to me what a good boy I was being. Eventually a staff member, one that I vaguely recognized, entered the room with a sleek looking camera. Heidi ensconced herself in an elegant looking chair nearby, and I was forced to my knees in front of her. She positioned me so that I was looking out from her, in between her legs, and she kept a firm grip on my leash. With her other hand she pressed my throat and chin back so that I had to look up at her.

And that was how we took our second Mistress-slave couple picture. One that left no doubt as to what our relationship was going to be like. No doubt as to who had won that night, months and months ago.