I never thought I’d end up here — naked, blindfolded, wrists bound above my head to a cold metal hook, my body trembling with equal parts fear and unbearable arousal.
My name is Sophie, and until two hours ago, I was the definition of vanilla. Twenty-six, quiet graphic designer from London, the kind of girl who blushed at the word “spank” and thought “kinky” meant keeping the lights on during s*x. But after one too many lonely nights scrolling through forbidden subreddits, I finally did it. I booked a flight to Berlin, found the most exclusive underground club I could, and walked through the heavy black door wearing nothing but a short black dress and nerves.
Now I was in one of the private rooms at the back of the club, completely at the mercy of a man I’d only met thirty minutes ago.
