BDSM

I saw the videos: women strapped to machines, electric shocks, lashes while they ran. And still I dialed the number. My will was spent.

Selena had spent months molding them into perfect pets. What she didn’t expect was for the buyer to arrive with a third collar under his arm.

Three months of writing to each other. One step across his threshold. What came next wasn’t what he promised: it was everything my body had been demanding for months.

When the blonde’s heels echoed down the corridor and the chain pulled at his collar, Adrián knew he was about to learn what it meant to be property.

For three years I sold my body for money. What I’m about to tell you I never told even my closest friends. Some clients weren’t clients: they were predators.

When I faked the fainting spell, they knew they had me. But it was exactly then that the balance of power changed hands and the hook began looking for another body.

When the air returned to my lungs and he turned on the red camera, I knew that night of domination had only just begun and I could no longer go back.

When her hand brushed mine as she passed me the glass, she didn’t pull away. She looked at me over her glasses, bit her lip, and I knew we’d been waiting too long.

When the Master told her they were going out that day, something in Luna’s chest tightened. Not from fear, but from the anticipation only she knew.

The flyer promised guaranteed results. It didn’t say they would include restraints, electric shocks, and a year locked away with no way out. I signed anyway.

I put on the wig, the heels, and the fake curves. I didn’t realize that before dawn I’d be barking in a garden with my knees in the dirt.

The private room was immaculate, and I was kneeling in the center, waiting. Eight men entered in silence. Then I understood what it meant to truly surrender.

When the doctor locked the door, I knew that appointment would be unlike any other. It never was.

My husband had a plan: take me to a shop and let the salesman put his hands on me. There was only one rule: he would pretend not to see a thing.

They tied me up in the park in broad daylight and no one came to help. They had planned it well—much better than I had.

They didn’t give him water in a cup. They poured it over her foot, and he had to lick it from the leather straps if he wanted to survive.

I thought I knew what I was getting into when I started. But what some clients asked of me, what some of them did, still wakes me up at night.

When Damián whispered that he could have me, something changed in Mateo's eyes. His shyness vanished, and I stopped being the one in control of the game.

Nadia and Sofía were on their way home from the biggest event of the year when darkness claimed them. On waking, only chains and another’s will remained.