A bad trip and a worse arrival.

Charlotte was bound.
Her will was worn down by the earlier punishment and all of the humiliation she's suffered in the last 24 hours.

The creepy man sits next to her on the plane, playing with her and making her watch as she is taken far away from where she is safe and comfortable.

It was a long trip.

She hated every second of it.

After a few hours, the plane landed and everyone departed, leaving her bound in her seat still.
She gulped- as much as she could with the ball gag in her mouth- upon their return.

"I hope you had a pleasant trip," the leader says sardonically, as he touches her leg, "The real bad part for you begins now."

"So, here's the thing- you need some real training. That means that you need to get ready for your training.

Let's go get you ready," he says, leading her out of the plane.

She struggles a bit, but can't do much.
She would end up in a leather hood with a blindfold built in, leather mittens, leggings, high heeled boots and a strap around her waist.

Now fully helpless, she'd be loaded into a car.

She can't see a thing.
She can barely hear anything.

The Trainer takes her inside his underground Dungeon.

When she can finally see again, she freaks out at the sight of a large treadmill and some kinky rigging.

"You'll be spending all of your time in these heels," he explains, "So this will get you ready for that."

She's put in an arm binder and gag before being put on the treadmill and **** to walk, her body rigged up to the ceiling, lest she slip.

'Oh God- what else could they do to me?!?'