CalienteMza

I slid my red nails over my hairless skin and smiled: in a few hours I would stop being the quiet girl from the fourth floor and become something else again.

I’d spent years charging for my time, but that morning, with him inside me and his mouth against my ear, I did something I’d never done: forgot about the money.

I’m 34, with long blonde hair to my waist and a desire I no longer hide: I live to obey. This is my introduction, unashamed and unfiltered.

He thought the locker room was empty when he stepped into the shower. He didn’t count on two strangers watching him, or on how much that look would stir him.

I invited him to teach me how to defend myself. By the time my father came back, my uncle would already have learned that one gesture from me was enough to put him on his knees.

I arrived in a red top and black skirt, without underwear, knowing that once I crossed that door I would no longer belong to myself.

The message had three lines: “In thirty minutes. Undress before you come in.” And the most feared commander at headquarters knew she was his again.

I saw her bound to the cart, naked and silent, and instead of horror I felt envy. My godfather warned me there was no going back; I only wanted to know how to sign.

The neighbors’ complaints didn’t scare her; they turned her on. In that elevator it smelled of beer and dirty man, and she was already on her knees before reaching the top floor.

She boarded the bus barefoot, sneakers in hand, and at the back a stranger couldn’t tear his eyes from her bare feet on the seat.

I went into the bedroom and found the dresser drawers empty of lace and full of men’s clothes. That night she learned she no longer got a say.

She’d been in all afternoon when she walked in. I knelt to fit her with a heel, and with her bare foot in my hands, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I covered his eyes for a second, just long enough to turn on the recorder behind the pillow. He never knew that night was trapped forever on a red tape.

I go naked at home because nobody can see me. Or so I thought, until the neighbor across the way greeted me with a smile that already knew everything about me.

I don’t know your name, but I know what’s waiting for you. I also thought it was love before I learned to obey every one of his orders.

I was on my third whiskey when the phone vibrated: “I’m looking for a man to treat me like his slave.” I opened the photo at a family dinner and knew I was done for.

When Bárbara let her sandal dangle from her toes, I knew I would obey her right there in the entrance, no matter who walked in.

Every afternoon she brought dinner to the annex and sat with her legs spread, whispering how her former Master had trained her. She molded him without his realizing it.

She was twenty days late and still wearing that same look of superiority. That night, she learned that in my house, rent could be paid another way.

When I walked into the bathroom and found the flowers and that card, I knew that summer would mark me forever, even though I still had no idea how it would end.