BDSM

It began in the university courtyard, when a punch left me breathless and I felt something beyond pain. After that, I couldn’t stop seeking it.

They had planned it for weeks. The dark room, the ropes, and Vera waiting for them with that smile promising nothing easy or safe.

When Dimitri called me over to watch my mother service him on her knees, something in me broke forever. Or maybe it was born.

She sat on the bench and held out her feet without saying a word. Only her eyes spoke, and what they said left no room for choice.

We posted the ad out of curiosity. Two weeks later, a young guy was in our living room, trembling, about to put on a black lace dress.

Two days after arriving in the capital, I discovered that from my window I could see a terrace where three people practiced something no one was meant to witness.

I came home without showering, wearing yesterday’s clothes and another man’s smell on my skin. Marcos knew it before I said a word.

I had worn the cage for three weeks when Valeria announced to her friends that I would do anything she asked. I had no idea what was coming.

I knelt among the bushes, stockings torn and knees in the dirt. He told me to bark. And I did. What that revealed about me was the night’s greatest revelation.

I’d spent weeks wanting a body all to myself, without whims or a will of its own. The complex had exactly what I was looking for. I only had to choose carefully.

I said yes with my heart racing. Marcos repeated the safeword three times before he began, and I knew I was in the right hands.

She had done nothing wrong, and he wanted to see her on her knees with a cloth in her hand. She would do it, because that was what she had chosen to be for him.

There are mornings when my body beats my mind to it. Damp sheets, hips moving on their own—and then I invent you: a stranger who breaks me wide open.

She trained two slaves for months until they broke. When the buyer arrived, she had no idea the collar fit her neck perfectly.

As he described calmly how he wrapped his lovers in plastic wrap, I crossed my legs and pretended the wine was the reason I was hot.

Valeria sent me a lingerie photo before he arrived. Just wanted to warn you, she wrote. I stayed at the window, staring at her door.

When I opened my eyes, my wrists were held above my head and I wasn’t wearing a thing. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he was smiling.

She looked him up and down and said, “You walk like you’re asking permission to exist.” She was right. And that was exactly what she wanted from him.

I left my Puppy at home with the cage on and drove to La Guarida. The annual liquidation promised exactly what I needed.

I thought the fire drill would last minutes. Two hours later, in a basement classroom with no signal and no witnesses, I understood it was no drill.