Matt sat at his cluttered desk in his small Midwest apartment, the glow of his laptop screen casting a pale light over his furrowed brow. Outside, the evening stretched quietly, but inside, his mind was racing—and not with excitement. He was scrolling desperately through page after page of Berlin hotels, only to find every single one marked as “fully booked.” A tight knot of frustration and anxiety twisted in his chest.

Gunda had been so excited for this trip—her first visit home in years. She had planned everything with her usual confidence, booking flights, organizing the itinerary, even mapping out restaurants and museums. She’d trusted Matt with the one thing she gave him responsibility for: the hotel. And now, here he was, staring down a growing sense of dread.

She was four years older than him—more experienced, more self-assured, naturally bossy in that way that only made him feel safe and a little bit weak. She always led their relationship, setting the pace, making decisions, and Matt was perfectly happy to follow. But this—this was the one time she’d handed him the reins, and he was already failing. He could almost hear her voice in his head, sharp and disappointed, the kind of tone that made him want to shrink down and disappear.

She’s going to be mad, he thought, swallowing hard. This is exactly the one thing she trusted me with. How do I even fix this?

Matt’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. He thought about Gunda’s teasing texts from earlier that day, the way she’d laughed and said, “Don’t forget the hotel, babe. I want my bed ready when I arrive.” There was a playful edge to her words, but beneath it, a clear expectation. And he knew she wasn’t the kind to let something like this slide.

His mind drifted for a moment—imagining her standing confidently in her apartment back in Berlin, that quiet strength she carried with her like armor. The way she took charge, not just in the relationship but in life, always knowing exactly what she wanted. He admired it, but right now, it made him feel small.

The soft click of the front door opening pulled Matt from his restless thoughts. His heart sped up as he looked up, and there she was—Gunda. Tall, striking, and every bit as breathtaking as he remembered. Her long blonde hair caught the light, cascading in waves over her shoulders, framing a face that was flawless and confident.

Matt’s eyes traced the curve of her body—her massive, perky breasts that strained slightly against the fabric of her blouse, thick thighs that spoke of strength and sensuality, and a round, full ass that moved with a captivating sway as she walked toward him. Her skin was flawless, glowing with a natural warmth, and her juicy lips parted in a teasing smile that made his breath catch.

“Hallo, mein Schatz,” she said, her voice smooth and confident, the faint lilt of her German accent making the simple greeting feel intimate, almost electric. She crossed the room with a purposeful stride, the confidence in every step as she leaned in close, the scent of her perfume wrapping around him like a promise.

Matt swallowed hard, stunned as always by her presence. She had that rare power to make him feel small and wanted all at once.

“So,” Gunda said, tilting her head slightly, those bright eyes locking onto his, “did you book the hotel weeks ago, like I asked? Sag mir, Matt, I need to know.”

His cheeks flushed deep crimson, and he stumbled over his words, trying to find the right thing to say. “I—I couldn’t find anywhere. Everything’s fully booked. I’ve been looking, really, but—”

Gunda’s smile flickered, replaced by a sharp edge of annoyance. “Matt, I told you weeks ago! You said you had it covered. How could you not find a room? It’s not like you didn’t have time.”

He looked down, feeling the weight of her disappointment crush him. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure, but…”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, then softened slightly. “Next time, just be honest with me, okay? I need to trust you.”

Matt nodded, still flushed but determined to make it right. She was beautiful, confident, and a little bit bossy—but she was his. And he’d do whatever it took to keep her smiling.

Matt slumped on the worn sofa in the living room, the weight of disappointment pressing heavily on his chest. The quiet hum of the apartment felt almost suffocating as he stared blankly at the floor, unable to shake the sinking feeling that he’d truly let Gunda down.

He still couldn’t believe that someone like her—tall, stunning, with that effortless German beauty—was even with him. Blonde hair that caught the light like spun gold, curves that made heads turn, and a confidence that filled every room she entered. And here he was: plain, average, just a guy trying not to mess everything up.

In her bedroom, Gunda sat alone on the edge of her bed, the glow from her laptop illuminating her focused face. Her fingers moved quickly as she scrolled through hotel websites, but the results were no better—everything was booked solid.

She sighed softly, then opened a hidden tab, her expression shifting to something sharper, more determined as she clicked on the top result. The page loaded in German, dense with text that only she could easily navigate. At the very top, in bold letters, it read: BDSM Hotel.

Gunda scanned the details with a knowing look, her lips curling into a faint, almost secret smile. This wasn’t just any hotel—it was a world she knew well, a place far from the ordinary, where control and surrender danced in quiet shadows.

Back on the sofa, Matt rubbed his hands over his face, feeling small and unsure. He didn’t know if Gunda would be able to find a hotel. He wanted to be the guy who could keep up with her, whoever she truly was beneath all that confidence and beauty. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe a woman this sexy was his girlfriend. He was so average—just a regular guy with regular flaws—and yet here she was, dazzling and fierce, and somehow choosing him. It didn’t quite make sense, and the doubt nipped at him, low and constant.

Gunda’s fingers trembled slightly as she typed out a message on her phone to her friend Olga.

“Hi Olga… My boyfriend Matt was supposed to book rooms in Berlin for our visit, but everything is fully booked. Do you think there’s still anything left at the hotel?”

A slow shiver ran through her body as she waited. Her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt, the memory of the hotel—the dark, intoxicating world she once belonged to—flooding her senses. Maybe it was time Matt knew. Not just about the hotel, but about her—what she really craved, the kind of relationship she had always longed for. She liked his sweetness, his softness, the way he looked at her like she was a miracle. But sweetness had its limits. If he was going to stay in her life, truly fit in it, he’d need to understand that sometimes she didn’t want gentle. Sometimes she needed surrender with precision and care.

Her phone buzzed with Olga’s reply, and Gunda’s breath caught in her throat.

“Hallo, Gunda! It is so nice to hear from you. Yes, we have the 7-day experience available. It’s really intense, remember…? Are you sure you want to book it?”

Gunda’s pulse quickened, heat pooling low in her belly. She traced a finger absently over her neck, feeling the slick warmth growing between her legs.

She quickly typed back, her fingers barely able to keep up with her racing thoughts.

“Yes. I want it. The full experience… for me and my boyfriend.”

As she hit send, she bit her lip harder, her breath shallow. The anticipation ignited a fire beneath her skin—nipples aching, her body already aching for the thrill and control the hotel promised. This wasn’t just a booking. It was a promise of nights filled with delicious surrender and fierce passion.

The sharp click of heels echoed down the polished corridor as Olga strode confidently through the dimly lit hotel. Her red hair shimmered beneath the sleek latex suit that hugged every curve of her body, the tight material making her movements both purposeful and enticing.

Reaching a heavy, sealed door, she swiped her electronic key card and watched it click open with a soft beep. Inside, rows of boxes were stacked neatly, each labelled with different experiences and equipment for the hotel’s unique guests.

Olga’s eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on one marked in bold letters: 7-Day Experience. She pulled the box down carefully, the weight of it solid in her hands.

With a quiet thrill, she opened the box to reveal a meticulously crafted male chastity cage—gleaming steel, intricate spikes lining the interior, and small electric shock modules embedded along the surface. The design was both beautiful and intimidating, a perfect blend of control and sensation.

A slow smile curved her lips as she murmured under her breath, “Looks like Gunda is ready to reveal her full self—and her deepest interests—to her boyfriend.”

Olga’s mind raced with possibilities. This was going to be a fun week for everyone involved. The games, the power, the surrender—it was all about to begin.

I hope her boyfriend is ready...