My Dom Locked Me in Chastity and Made Me Read
With the plug inside me, my legs tense and a book open against my chest, I learned that obedience could also leave me wet and trembling.
With the plug inside me, my legs tense and a book open against my chest, I learned that obedience could also leave me wet and trembling.
After coming several times, my pussy was still throbbing with one fixed idea: stop touching myself alone and ask her to come for me.
When the phone vibrated, I was already wet; I knew he was waiting in the same bathroom, with haste, contempt, and the cock I had never learned to refuse.
I had never felt anyone look at me that way from a parade float, as if among all those people he had chosen me alone for the longest night of the year.
I’d gone three months without writing a decent line. What I never imagined was that my writer’s block would be cured from the most unexpected side of my own body.
We’d spent a week planning that night: her husband at soccer, my wife in class. What we didn’t plan was how many times we’d be interrupted.
I ran into her in the communal showers and, without thinking too much, decided to provoke the situation. What followed turned a boring trip into something I still can’t get out of my head.
A night flight began as a conversation between friends and ended with a confession: my bed always had room for my husband, my lover—and that night, for her.
It had been months since I’d had a good cock, so when that daddy in the white Mercedes messaged me, I didn’t think twice.
Marina thought he was just a helpless young man. That afternoon, she discovered that behind the shyness was someone ready to take control of everything.
I used to avoid him because he was quiet and weird. Then a shove on the subway made me discover what he’d been hiding under all those huge clothes, and I couldn’t think about anything else.
I looked toward the window opposite and understood that night, among parked trucks, nobody was going to draw the curtains.
I had been bathing naked in that creek for years, believing it was mine alone. That afternoon, among the brush, two young eyes watched me without shame.
She asked me to come up as a guinea pig for a new oil. Her husband was sleeping in the next room, and I knew that massage would end very differently.
He’d spent days only seeing him through a screen. When the door finally shut behind us, I knew that night we’d make up for every stolen hour.
That Thursday I didn’t have classes and the morning was mine. I turned on the water, closed my eyes, and let myself go... not imagining boots would appear in the window.
We thought it was a twenty-block ride. Neither Lucía nor I imagined we’d get off that bus as two completely different women.
He’d been ignoring me for weeks. That night I dressed for another man, and just as I was kissing him at the next table, he walked in arm in arm with a stranger.
I learned early that my body was worth more than any degree. What none of them knew is that I never felt a thing while they paid me.
Iván rented the house by the sea to surprise Marina. What he didn’t tell her is that that night his best-kept secret would sit down on the sofa between them.