BDSM

Sebastián had never opened that book in his life. But he had been keeping a rope in the drawer for weeks, waiting for the night we’d be alone.

Every Friday, Marcos crossed our threshold knowing he wouldn’t be himself again until Sunday. The collar, the cage, and the dress were waiting for him.

I saw her on all fours over the dry grass, with the fluffy tail swaying between her cheeks, and I knew that Sunday afternoon was going to be unlike any other.

When I entered his apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only innocent thing left in the place. I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

They meant to humiliate them in front of their children. They didn’t count on Beatriz’s black belt, or on Silvia always carrying rope in her bag.

We went upstairs without really knowing how to begin. I was the one who took the first step, and from that moment there was no turning back.

I woke up bound in a room with rings in the walls and two women ready to make me talk. They made one mistake: they left me alone with their own instruments.

I was warned she was bitter, that she hated men. What no one said is that behind that armor she’d gone years without anyone truly touching her.

I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.

I went there out of curiosity alone, promising myself it would be one drink and that was all. But when the door opened before I knocked, I understood he’d been waiting for me for hours.

Nine hours until my flight and there wasn’t a single bed free in the whole airport. Then she looked at me from her table and asked, “Do you feel like sitting with me?”

I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.

When Elena opened the doors, the smell of burned flesh reached her before the sight. Two broken bodies, a filthy job, and a guard determined to stop it.

I woke up cuffed to the ceiling in a room full of whips and rings. Two women meant to break me. No one warned them I learn fast.

I went in alone, undressed slowly, and pressed the button. On the other side of the door, eight men were waiting for my signal. I had never felt so afraid and so aroused at once.

Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.

Rodrigo crawled behind her heels through the castle halls, naked and with the collar biting his throat. That was the queen’s breakfast.

By the time Sebastián finished describing the process, I already had to invent an excuse to go to the bathroom. I never imagined that the next day I’d be the one asking for it.