BDSM

Friday night, alone at home, caged, with the key hundreds of kilometers away. She left me only one huge toy, and I knew right away she’d bought it for this.

I went into his room just to talk and ended up discovering something that woke every hormone in my body. Once he caught me, there was no pretending I didn’t want him.

We spent weeks looking for an audience on Telegram with no luck. That night, in a dark pine grove, someone parked beside us and kept watching what my girlfriend wanted me to do to her.

I met her when I was twenty and wanted her in silence for over a decade. When she reappeared, I knew this time I wouldn’t be satisfied with just looking.

She had never touched a belly like that without gloves and a gown in between. This time it was Marisol’s, her sister-in-law’s, and she couldn’t pretend she was only there to feel for the twins’ kicks.

I was days past my due date and could think of only one thing. When a contraction bent me over in pain, I asked Rocío to slip her hand under the sheet.

I went down to the reservoir to escape the heat and ended up lying on the shore, unable to move, while a stranger’s toes decided the pace of my surrender.

I go naked at home because nobody can see me. Or so I thought, until the neighbor across the way greeted me with a smile that already knew everything about me.

No one would imagine those giant, ridiculous sneakers were keeping my secrets. That night on the road, with everyone asleep, I finally dared to do what I’d been fantasizing about.

Adrián told me how many to take and in what order, and I obeyed without asking. I had no idea how far he was willing to take control of my body.

When the bathroom light suddenly came on, I froze, bikini bottoms in my hand and her eyes locked on mine. I knew I wasn’t in charge anymore.

I went down to the garden in the dark, not knowing that this time she wouldn’t leave me alone with her underwear: she had something of her mother’s saved for me.

She was hiding something in her hand, and that smile promised nothing innocent. “Stick out your tongue,” she ordered, and I already knew I’d obey.

Every night she asked me for something new through the bars of her window, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no, even if it meant rummaging through my own mother’s laundry basket.

I had never paid attention to anyone’s feet until that hot afternoon when she stretched one toward me and asked, with a smile, if I dared to touch it.

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.

Carla appeared barefoot among the shadows of the garden, with that good-girl face that hid the most perverse girl I had ever known.

She put her feet on my legs, ordered me to unbuckle the straps of her sandals, and with a smile that was anything but innocent, told me that would be the price of her silence.

I always thought there was nothing dirtier than feet. That night, barefoot and nervous in my friend’s bed, I found out how wrong I was.

I offered to check her ankle as a doctor. She crossed her leg, brought her foot to my face, and I knew, in that instant, who was really in charge.