What I Kept Silent for Fourteen Months with Him
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 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.
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.