BDSM

Three years barefoot, two rings on her toes, and the certainty that at day’s end he will kneel to lick every footprint she left behind.

There was only one condition I asked of her that evening, and when she walked through the door I knew, just from the way she looked at me, that this time she had decided to obey me completely.

She cranked the heat all the way up so none of them would stop sweating. She wanted them to arrive tired, dirty, and hungry to do to her all the things no one dared ask for.

He left me alone in his living room, still trembling, and I walked out of his house without saying goodbye. That same week I understood that something inside me had ignited and I would no longer be able to turn it off.

You threw me your still-warm panties and a smile. “Put them on and wait for me,” you said. Two hours later I was still on my knees, counting the minutes until you came back.

I went up to offer help like a good neighbor. I came down something very different, kneeling in her bathroom and obeying every word that came from her mouth.

I brought my nose to her hair without thinking, once, twice, three times. When she turned and asked if I liked it, I knew there was no going back.

I went down to her place thinking it was just another favor between neighbors. She greeted me with a smile that took no questions and an order I couldn’t refuse.

The first time she put the collar on me, I knew there was no turning back: I would go down every time she called, ready to obey whatever order came out of her mouth.

“We’re not doing anything, it’s a piece of silicone,” she told me. But the way she looked at me while opening the box said exactly the opposite.

He blocked me everywhere and came back with a “decent” girlfriend. Fatal mistake: nobody takes a woman’s favorite toy away without paying for it.

She fell asleep in front of the TV, and I knew I shouldn’t get close. But her bare feet on the sofa were an invitation I’d been waiting for months to accept.

That night, as I drove home, I knew that behind her wicked smile there was a new idea. And that I wasn’t going to be able to get it out of my head.

I’d spent a week sending him photos to drive him wild. When he came back, I learned my punishment for impatience would be getting on my knees and waiting with my tongue out.

When I found one of her shoes forgotten in the changing room, I should have left it there. Instead, I crossed half the city to return it, and everything went wrong.

For years I accepted to please them, then ran to the bathroom to spit it out. With him I discovered that the barrier I struggled most to break was also the one hiding the most pleasure.

It started as a game with a costume and tall boots, but it ended with me on my knees at three in the morning, unable to satisfy what he awakened in me.

I covered his eyes for a second, just long enough to turn on the recorder behind the pillow. He never knew that night was trapped forever on a red tape.

It’s two in the afternoon, I’ve been stroking him for hours, and I still haven’t given him permission to come. Today I’m in charge, and he’s learning to wait.

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.