Bruno_vera89

The bus’s swaying pressed us together so tightly that her hand ended up exactly where it shouldn’t have, and neither of us did anything to stop it.

I only wanted to sweet-talk him into raising my grade, playing the pickpocket who distracts to steal. I never imagined how far my own bluff would take me.

It had barely been five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

I knew the rules: one hour, no agreed limits, four men against me. What I didn’t know was how much I’d enjoy losing control in their hands.

When they switched my red collar for a green one, I knew there was no one left to stop those fangs sinking into the most sensitive part of my body.

He spat at the sorceress while two slaves held him down. She smiled, licked the contempt from his cheek, and promised to turn him into her next masterpiece.

He stood with his legs open and his hands behind his back, trembling. He had spent months dreaming of that moment, and she still hadn’t even looked at him.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

I had spent the whole night waiting for her, tied to the bed in that house, knowing she would return on Sunday to finish what we had started.

I walked into the room dressed as a mime, wearing a trench coat over my lingerie and knowing I was about to do something I’d never regret.

On the outside I was the perfect girlfriend, the one who turns off the light and moans softly. That morning I came home fired up from the dance floor and decided I was done pretending.

I only wanted to make my ex jealous. I never imagined that night would end with me climbing a hidden staircase with the club bouncer.

That afternoon, she walked through the curtain into the back room knowing she would obey every order, however degrading, without anyone forcing her to.

I’d written that it would be my first time submitting. I never imagined the first thing she’d do when she opened the door would be slap me and order me to kneel.

She entered the half-ruined market looking for evidence for a complaint and found four men ready to use her like no one ever had.

She cranked the heat all the way up so none of them would stop sweating. She wanted them to arrive tired, dirty, and hungry to do to her all the things no one dared ask for.

I went downstairs thinking it was just a harmless favor between neighbors. She greeted me with a smile that allowed no questions and an order I couldn’t refuse.

I arrived at the farm with my designer tees and my city attitude. They had callused hands, a sharp knife, and a real talent for cutting me down to size.

I returned the apartment keys and, without planning it, that week ended with the confession I never thought I’d tell anyone: two men, a friend, and a single night.

At eighteen I entered medical school with the country’s highest score. At twenty-four I still didn’t know what an orgasm was. This is my story.