FogosaLucia

I thought I was watching without anyone noticing. When I entered the locker room to hide my erection, she was already waiting with two friends.

For weeks he watched her from his window; the night he climbed the fence, he understood that she would decide everything that happened between them.

When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.

I hadn’t heard from her in months. Her call was an order, not an invitation: that night I would stop being a person and become her property.

He thought it would be the easiest job of his life: a single man, defenseless, turned away. He didn’t count on those same hands deciding his ruin.

Her feet resting on the edge of my chair were only the beginning. That night, I discovered how far I was willing to go to please her.

I learned to count the hours until she fell asleep. Only then, in the darkness of the bunk bed, were her sandals mine and no one could see what I did with them.

He told me that wait wasn’t paid for with money. And instead of getting out of the taxi, I stayed to find out what he wanted me to pay with.

My adrenaline surged just thinking about it: going out at night to a remote area and letting men I didn’t know use me however they wanted. I knew the risks.

The moment he got behind the wheel, Carmen knew who was in charge: no kiss or caress would come when she wanted, only when he decided.

I had nipple clamps biting into me and the chain taut in Adrián’s fingers. One word was enough to make everything stop. I didn’t say it.

She kept telling herself she was a decent woman, but that night, in the hotel room, she discovered how badly she wanted to obey every one of my orders.

We had barely been married two weeks when I discovered what her temper was capable of, and the first slap was only the beginning of that afternoon.

I blush just thinking that you’re going to read this, but he ordered me to: I must tell, without hiding anything, how I learned to kneel and give thanks.

She had spent years deciding who obeyed and who begged. None of her clients knew that behind the mirror, someone was studying how to dethrone her.

I didn’t tie her hands to immobilize her. I tied them so she would understand, before anything happened, that her body was no longer hers that night.