The Slave Who Agreed to Lose Control
For months she had begged for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.
For months she had begged for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.
I tied him up with a thin leash around everything that mattered to him, and when I pulled for the first time, I knew that night would be mine from start to finish.
I thought my secret was safe behind a half-open door. I never imagined she’d end up with my fate clenched in her fist.
A single slip and some cruel laughter were enough for him to discover that shame, far from hurting, ignited something new and dark inside him.
He stepped out from the bushes to shock the women runners. That night, the woman who screamed at him wasn’t scared: she was waiting for him.
When we went in naked and dripping, the three guys soaping themselves stepped aside without a word and left us the center, as if they knew the night still wasn’t over.
I knew that the moment I crossed his door there’d be no turning back: today I was going to let him do me for real, and I’d spent the whole week imagining it.
I’d been sending him nudges for months with no reply. That morning he answered with two words that had me on my knees before I even opened the door.
I had spent a year looking for someone willing to take complete control of me. The stranger’s email changed everything: she wanted my entire life.
Every time her sister turned away, she slipped off her sandals and left her feet on display, knowing exactly what she was doing to me and savoring every second of my torment.
I held it in all afternoon, thinking about the exact moment I’d walk through that door and he’d understand, once again, what he was there for.
I yelled that the gate was open so he could come in with both hands full. What he didn’t anticipate was the water balloon waiting for him just past the threshold.
For years I fantasized about serving a woman who wanted me at her feet. Renata didn’t pretend to dominate: she did it with a calm that left me breathless.
I was given a choice between three years in prison or becoming my wife’s obedient dog. I chose wrong, and that night at The Reserved I understood it completely.
She ordered me to wait for her in the compartment, naked, with the ruler on my lap. I knew she would come; what I didn’t know was how long she’d make me suffer.
The taxi rolled through the dark when Lena pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes. Bruna trusted her best friend, never imagining where that night would lead.
I came in smelling like someone else and didn’t even say hello. The next day he came into my room, locked the door, and took off his belt without saying a word.
All my classmates sighed over him, but none of them knew what I hid beneath the masculine uniform the world forced me to wear.
The drawer was jammed by a handwritten notebook. Inside were the most intimate pages of a stranger and his eight-year lover.
I ordered a piña colada at the beach bar, and the waiter brought it with a smile. By the second day, I knew his service went far beyond the bar.