BDSM

I went up to help her like a good neighbor. I came down as something very different, kneeling in her bathroom and obeying every word that came out of 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 way back.

I went downstairs thinking it was just a harmless favor between neighbors. She greeted me with a smile that allowed 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 come down every time she called, ready to obey any order that 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, on the drive home, I knew that behind her teasing smile there was a new idea. And I wasn’t going 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 cum. 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.

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 desired her in silence for more than a decade. When she reappeared, I knew that this time simply looking at her wouldn’t be enough.

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.