BDSM

I was alone in my friend’s apartment when I saw her sandals by the sofa. I knew I shouldn’t touch them, but that night I found out what I’d do for a secret I’d never confess.

He asked me not to wash before I went. I thought it would be just another whim, but that night I found out how far my own shame could go.

“I want to see something new,” He said from the chair. And I already knew exactly how I was going to surprise Him, even if it meant dragging Vera with me.

The air in the room had become unbreathable when He looked at us and said that night we had to prove how far we were willing to go for his pleasure.

It took only slipping the heel off my heel for him to stop looking me in the eyes. And I discovered how much power could fit on the tip of one foot.

I had never taken a job like that before: he only wanted to sit and watch while other men used me, and keep for the end what they left inside me.

The lock opened with a dry click and she knew, before stepping out of the cage, that he was back with another woman’s scent on his skin.

I could never tell them apart. One kissed me tenderly; the other tied me up and used me. It took me too long to realize there was never a mistake: they planned everything together.

A firm hand on her nape was enough for her to understand that tonight I made the rules. The rest depended on whether she dared to stay.

His first night in cell 118 was enough to teach him he no longer owned his body, only belonged to the man in the lower bunk.

Her ass was offered up, the whip still unused in my hand, and she was begging me to begin. But the master’s pleasure is different: making her wait until fear and desire blur together.

While my husband was sucking on my breasts in front of the mirror, I was thinking about her and the body of the man we’d be having dinner with that night.

While he boiled the tea, the two men tied to the table were beginning to realize that no one would leave that living room tonight the way they had entered.

I woke naked between the two of them, my body wrecked from the night before, and from the brush of that green ruler along my back I knew they weren’t finished with me yet.

There was a locked door next to Barbara’s room. I opened it out of curiosity, not knowing that by that same afternoon I’d end up tied down inside.

The straps tightened the more I pulled. I was tied, blind, and soaked on my own bed when the bedroom door opened and I heard two voices.

When the anesthetic wore off and he opened his eyes, he was already naked, handcuffed to a chair, and surrounded by four women who had spent a month waiting for that moment.

I watched her fold sheets in those light-colored leggings and prayed she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my shorts. Then one day she turned and asked why I was looking at her like that.

I had her caged beside the table, on all fours, while my friends ate and tossed leftovers onto the metal tray. That was only the beginning.

That week I behaved like an insolent girl, and he warned me: we’d see whether I was still so haughty when he had me right in front of him, on my knees.