CalienteMza

That night I put on the skirt, stockings, and heels I kept hidden in the wardrobe. I didn’t know that someone had been watching from across the landing.

She left the trunks on the bed and ordered me to try on every garment. That night I understood the journey was not a destination, but a test of how much I belonged to her.

For years I was my father’s best-kept secret. I thought I knew the rules of that game, until the night his friends crossed the bedroom door.

I gave him thirty days to prove he was good for something. On the first night I wouldn’t let him touch himself: only light a candle, obey, and wait for my punishment.

Andrés was fifty-three with a broken marriage when she brushed his hand with her red nails and whispered that he shouldn’t be afraid to explore.

Every morning my grandmother woke me with a punishment I’d learned to beg for. That afternoon, her old friend arrived ready to do more than just watch.

The air in the room had become unbreathable when He looked at us and said that night we had to prove how far we were willing to go for his pleasure.

The dress hugged my body, the stockings brushed me with every step, and when that man held out his hand to dance, I knew I wouldn’t return home the same.

Three weeks without hearing from him, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I texted “hiii,” and his reply reminded me of the only thing I was to him: his obedient slut.

In everyday life nobody walks all over me. But when the lights go out and he looks at me like that, I disappear. I only exist to do what he orders.

He arrived soaked, the marks from the last session still throbbing beneath his clothes. No one in the city knew that the most feared man came to kneel before me.

I’d been waiting two years for his call. When it finally came, I knew I’d obey anything he asked, however absurd or degrading it was.

Four weeks of submission trials, and now the final: outlasting the other couple. Sofía had no intention of saying the safeword, no matter what it cost her.

I’d spent weeks wanting a body all to myself, without whims or a will of its own. The complex had exactly what I was looking for. I only had to choose carefully.

Four envelopes of money, four gifts on the table. Valentina knew exactly what she was worth, and that night they were going to prove it.

I went in alone, undressed slowly, and pressed the button. On the other side of the door, eight men were waiting for my signal. I had never felt so afraid and so aroused at once.