The Button That Controlled My Submissive from Afar
I didn’t tie her hands to immobilize her. I tied them so she would understand, before anything happened, that her body was no longer hers that night.
I didn’t tie her hands to immobilize her. I tied them so she would understand, before anything happened, that her body was no longer hers that night.
It was raining, so we went up to my place and let luck choose our game. Neither of us imagined it would leave her naked, bound, and begging in my ropes.
All my classmates sighed over him, but none of them knew what I hid beneath the masculine uniform the world forced me to wear.
I arrived in a black dress and hairpins. She was waiting in red silk, with a jeweled pendant and a question: what do you expect me to offer you?
I arrived at his place convinced the needles wouldn’t touch my soul. Damián made me understand very quickly that he had prepared for the opposite.
I walked into that apartment with my bag full of lingerie and walked out transformed into something else: the obedient little puppy of two men.
I came out of the shower soft and soapy, not suspecting that that afternoon a muscular stranger would turn the three of us into his obedient servants, ready for anything.
I promised myself I wouldn’t give up until I made it happen. What I didn’t know was how long my body would take to give me what I’d been begging it for all night.
It started as a solitary game at midnight. By the time I was done, I had discovered something about my own pleasure I could no longer pretend not to know.
Tied to her sofa, in a princess dress and with my face made up, I heard someone knock at the door. And I understood that night I would stop being only hers.
I had never touched myself. That afternoon, behind a poorly closed door, I understood why my body had spent years asking for something I was afraid to give it.
I had spent years hiding the woman who screamed beneath my hands. That night, a widow and her servant discovered who truly ruled that house.
I thought it would be a fifteen-minute scolding. I didn’t count on the bag Bárbara brought, or on the woman that furious mother would become.
When I saw her face on the entrance camera, I knew the prey had followed the trail to the den. All that remained was deciding whether to let her cross the line.
Every afternoon, when he returned from the faculty, he hid his men’s clothes in the bottom drawer like evidence of a crime. Then he descended in heels.
I was tied on my back, legs spread, with no idea what she would pull next from the black bag she'd left on the hotel bed.
For weeks I couldn’t get that man out of my head. One day I took the bus, called Bruno, and went back to the farm without telling anyone.
He told me I was free to leave when I paid my debt. There were no chains on that door, and yet my feet didn’t move.
I watched her direct the move in that rough voice and knew I’d never get her out of my head. What I didn’t imagine was everything hidden under that corset.
When the cool air hit my naked skin, I understood we weren’t in the bedroom: he had taken me out to the garden, tied up and in the dark, where anyone could have seen me.