BDSM

The moment I crossed the doorway he ordered me to get ready, and I knew that for two months I would stop being a woman and become his most obedient mare.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

I woke up bound, gagged, and blind, not knowing where I was or how much time had passed. I knew only one thing: the woman I had been no longer existed.

He thought it would be the easiest job of his life: a single man, defenseless, turned away. He didn’t count on those same hands deciding his ruin.

He crossed walls no one had ever breached, sword in hand, to kill her. She only snapped her fingers, and the hero learned who truly ruled that throne.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

He came into my living room convinced no game of dominance could touch him. I gave him a safeword and warned him he’d be begging to use it.

He had spent years exposing himself to women runners in the park without consequence. The night he chose the wrong woman, he discovered how far punishment can go.

He went into the bar looking for cheap company. He came out on his knees in an alley, discovering that pleasure and humiliation could be the same thing.

He thought he’d be the one in control that night. The moment he crossed the door, the ropes were already waiting and their smiles were anything but innocent.

When the door opened again, Rubén understood the night before had only been the beginning of what those women meant to do to him.

I had spent the whole night waiting for her, tied to the bed in that house, knowing she would return on Sunday to finish what we had started.

The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.

We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.

We gave her red lingerie and the promise of a night without rules. That very night, among strangers’ bodies, my shy Camila stopped asking permission.

When the Marshal’s shot rang out, I knew it would be our last night. What I never imagined was what the party would become once the lights went out.

She trusted her blindly, which is why she didn’t ask where they were going when the car left the highway and headed for the coast with the professor in the back seat.

They left the club at two in the morning. Renata had no idea the real show that night was playing on a screen at the foot of the bed.

“Normally now you’d have to kneel and wait in silence,” she said as she fastened the collar on me. She didn’t know I’d be the one ending up in charge.

I had been training submissive women online for years, but I never imagined that behind my new slave’s mask would be the face of the woman who lived right across the street.