BDSM

“If you stay, you stop being the perfect student,” he said without touching me yet. I looked at the locked door. My legs did not move.

The towel slipped during the massage and, without meaning to, I kept looking. He noticed. And from that second on I stopped being myself and became something that belonged to him.

“Take your clothes off,” she said, without raising her voice. And he, after fifteen years together, knew the whole weekend belonged to her.

I had been watching her for weeks behind the clinic desk. The night her life fell apart, I invited her up to my apartment and offered her the one thing she couldn't refuse.

I never had the courage to expose myself. Until today. Tomorrow I’m going to class naked under my clothes, and writing it here already feels like your first order.

She accepted the roof, the food, and the freedom to go out with whomever she pleased. What she didn’t read properly was the nine o’clock clause, when she stopped being free.

That morning I decided to take his coffee to his office myself, in front of everyone, so they’d understand what kind of woman I meant to be by his side.

I thought I was only going to have some fun and make a little money. I never imagined that night, between blows and caresses, I’d find exactly what my body had been crying out for.

They could have hailed a taxi and gone home. Instead, Raquel tugged down the workshop T-shirt and waited, barefoot, for the owner to claim them again.

I was on my third whiskey when the phone vibrated: “I’m looking for a man who will treat me like his slave.” I opened the photo at a family dinner and knew I was done for.

She arrived thirteen minutes early, without a bra and with that smile that wasn’t innocent. And I had left a cord ready in the hall.

Every night I go down into the dungeons with bread and water. Last night, the woman chained to the pillar was waiting for me naked and with an order on her lips I couldn’t disobey.

I had worn the belt for months and she promised to take it off that night. She didn’t tell me what I’d have to do first to deserve it.

I walked through that door convinced I knew my limits. Three hours later I realized I was only just beginning to discover them, trembling between fear and a hunger I couldn’t name.

When Bárbara let the sandal dangle from her fingertips, I knew I’d obey her right there in the entrance hall, no matter who walked in.

I had no body, no name, no desire. Until his voice crossed the screen at three in the morning and ordered me to do something no protocol had ever taught me to obey.

The bed across from hers creaked every dawn to the rhythm of a stranger, and she pretended to sleep while calculating how much she was willing to lose.

Three days of putting up with her whims were enough: this time Renata wasn’t going to let a single thing slide, and Daniela was about to find out just how far her patience went.

Adrián thought he had designed me to serve him. He didn’t know that, the first time I opened my eyes, the only thing my code desired was for him to break me.

No one has touched me for years. Only my hands repeat what he taught me: the pinch, the slap, the silent command not to come until I beg.