The Forbidden Gift That Turned Me Into His Submissive

After what happened, Mateo left me alone in his living room for a few minutes. I straightened myself up in the bathroom, washed my face, and left his house without saying goodbye, completely confused but in a state of satisfaction unlike anything I had ever felt. I forgot that Daniel had agreed to pick me up and ended up getting to my apartment on my own.

No one was there. I took off my clothes and left them in the washing machine because they smelled like sex, and I got into the shower trying to scrub away some of how dirty I felt. I don’t know how long I stood under the water thinking about how he had let me use him, but also about how much I had enjoyed every single thing he did to me. Even the burning I still felt after he sodomized me for the first time.

When I got out I put on my pajamas and checked my phone. Daniel had written that he had gotten held up and couldn’t come for me, that he would get there later that night. I don’t know what time my husband came in.

The next morning I got myself together and went to work. I didn’t see Mateo all day; luckily we work in different areas and, if we don’t arrange to have lunch together, we can go through the whole day without crossing paths. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had let him dominate me, how he had grabbed my hair and forced me to kneel, how he had ended up in my mouth without warning and smeared the leftovers across my face while I had told him everything, word for word, like a fantasy I had never dared say out loud.

On my desk I found the clean underwear I had put on that morning, and it was enough to make me wet again just from the memory. I was so aroused that I had to go to the bathroom. For the first time in my life I couldn’t hold back: I propped my phone against the door and recorded myself while I touched myself, moans and all, until someone came in and I had to cover my mouth just as the orgasm hit me.

That feeling of being on the verge of being discovered stretched it out to a point I had never known. When the girl who had come in left, I watched the video. Seeing myself like that excited me—lost, with my hand over my mouth. I went back to my desk without raising suspicion and carried on with the day with my head somewhere else, wanting to text Mateo but held back by shame and by the fear that calling him would be the same as admitting I was dying to do it again.

That night Daniel and I only said hello to each other, as if nothing had happened. Neither of us asked how the other’s day had gone. That was what disappointed me most, though I also thanked God for it, because I wouldn’t have known what to answer.

***

In the morning my husband was no longer in bed. I showered and got ready like any other day, but when I went downstairs for breakfast I was surprised to find Daniel waiting for me with the table set: it was my birthday and I had completely forgotten. He kissed me with a tenderness I hadn’t seen in months and we had breakfast together.

He handed me a big box and asked me to open it. Inside was a swimsuit he had once seen me admire in a storefront, one I had absolutely loved.

—It’s nice, but too revealing for you —he said, looking at it with something I couldn’t quite read.

I never imagined he would actually buy it. Under the swimsuit there were two plane tickets to Cartagena, for the exact week of my vacation, which matched his. I hugged him out of pure joy: we hadn’t traveled in ages, and certainly not just the two of us. The only thing I didn’t understand was why, if he thought it was too revealing for me, he had bought it anyway.

We left the building together, he to work and I to the office, talking about how perfect those beach days were going to be for us.

When I got to my desk I found it decorated, with balloons and a couple of gifts. My coworkers welcomed me with hugs and that made my day. It had been a long time since anyone had made me feel important: first Daniel, now them. When everyone went back to their desks, only Renata stayed behind, the technical institute intern who did filing in my area. She came over shyly and gave me a little bag of candies and an empanada with soda.

—I couldn’t afford more with my monthly allowance, but I wanted to give you something —she said, lowering her eyes.

That gesture moved me more than the gift everyone had chipped in on for me, the one I hadn’t even opened. I hugged her in thanks. We weren’t friends; I gave her folders to file and every now and then asked about her assignments, nothing more. Right then our boss, Mr. Hernán, arrived to congratulate me and ask me for some papers that Renata offered to take to him right away.

***

Midmorning, the office messenger showed up at my desk with a gift.

—Happy birthday. Though this one isn’t from me —he said with a laugh—. It’s from Mr. Mateo, from the other area, and he says please accept lunch with him to celebrate.

I flushed bright red. I couldn’t refuse without raising suspicion: everyone knew we had been friends since college. I agreed to meet him in the reception area, left the package with the other two, and texted him a thank-you. His reply threw me off: “Don’t open it until I tell you to.”

When lunchtime came I saw Renata heading toward the kitchen with another empanada and a juice.

—What about your lunch? —I asked her.

—This is it —she answered, embarrassed.

I didn’t think twice. I took her by the hand and told her I was treating today. Amid murmurs that she was embarrassed, she never let go of my hand or stopped me as I led her out of the office. The truth is that, without knowing it, Renata was saving me: I wouldn’t have been able to hold a one-on-one conversation with Mateo. Just seeing him in reception made me wet all over again.

—Mateo, this is Renata. I invited her before you invited me, so I couldn’t leave her alone —I winked at Renata, who blushed because she knew that wasn’t true.

Renata was about twenty-two, taller than me, slim, with black hair down to the middle of her back, very fair skin, and a small body. She had only been in the office four months, and more than one guy was after her.

***

Mateo laughed and said the three of us would be happy to have lunch together. We went into a restaurant a few blocks away, to a table on the second floor that he had already reserved. We ordered a shrimp starter and, since Renata looked at the menu not knowing what to do, we all ended up ordering the same thing. But then what I had been avoiding happened: Mateo started in with his questions, disguised so that Renata wouldn’t understand right away.

—So how did Sunday go, after you left my house? Did you like what I prepared for you? I didn’t even notice when you left. Did you leave that turned on?

I blushed at every double meaning, which only I understood, while Renata looked at us as if piecing together a story in her head. I decided to answer him in his own language.

—You’re such a pain —I laughed nervously—. I left when I felt really full; it was hard even to walk. But everything was delicious, though I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t regret not canceling, even though neither my husband nor your wife could come with us. We ate every last drop, like a pair of gluttons. Maybe I’ll want a repeat, to see what other menu you can make for me.

Mateo never imagined I would answer him like that. For the first time, he was the one who blushed.

—I love that you’re as greedy as I am. But I made it clear that you had to show me you want to do it again. In your own way —he looked at Renata—. Lunch or dinner, of course.

—You two talk like that? Now I’m dying to be invited, if it’s not rude of me —Renata blurted out, completely innocently. We laughed and she got embarrassed—. It’s just that I like good things.

—Whenever you want, you’re invited —Mateo replied, still laughing—. There’s enough for whoever wants it. Or as they say, if two can eat, why not three?

The laughter cut off in my throat. He was taking advantage of her innocence to hint at something that was clearly not a meal. And Renata worked in my area; if she misunderstood, it could become a problem at the office.

—Renata, I’ve known Mateo since college and I care about him a lot, but he’s very flirtatious even though he’s married. Don’t accept invitations from this scoundrel. I wouldn’t like him to go too far with you.

Mateo looked at me like he wanted to devour me, but not in the way I would have wanted—out of anger, annoyed by how direct I had been.

***

We kept eating lunch with the conversation toned down. I told him about Renata’s thoughtful gift, about the presents, and then he asked me the question I had overlooked.

—Have you opened my gift yet?

—You told me only when you gave the go-ahead.

—That’s how I like it. Obedient and submissive —he laughed.

I blushed again, because he knew perfectly well that that was exactly what had turned me on during our conversation the day before: him dominating me, using me in ways not even my own partner had ever dared. I looked at him with new lust.

—I hope I like it as much as my husband’s —and I told him about the swimsuit and the trip to Cartagena.

—Good thing he got into the beach idea, that helps a lot —he said thoughtfully—. Though knowing you two, your husband will probably bring work along, as always.

—I hope not, but I know him.

—If you want, I can help make sure that doesn’t happen —he fell silent for a few seconds—. Let me work something out and I’ll tell you my idea. But for that you have to confirm Sunday for me. A new task: you accept my gift, and I tell you when to open it.

I looked at him, intrigued and confused, as lost as poor Renata through all of that conversation.

***

I went to the bathroom for a moment and, when I came back, I found them laughing, though Renata looked nervous. At reception, before we said goodbye, Mateo told me in front of her:

—You can open your gift now. But only if Renata sees it too.

He kissed me very close to the mouth and left. In the elevator, Renata stared straight ahead.

—I really liked your friend —she said, and before the doors opened—. I know I shouldn’t ask, but… you have something more than friendship, don’t you?

I went bright red and didn’t know how to answer, though my face said it all.

—Don’t answer me, it’s okay, it’s none of my business —she went on—. I would’ve fallen for that line too. At first I thought you were talking about food, until you told him to be careful. Then I understood that what he was hinting at was a threesome. I’m no innocent —she looked at me sideways—. And if you asked me to… I’d say yes, you know? Let’s see your gift.

She ended the conversation, leaving me frozen. I reacted just in time not to get stuck in the elevator.

***

We took the package to the kitchen, where no one else would come in. The two of us opened it; she was more excited than I was, and I was afraid of what I would find. There was a black bolero-style skirt, a pearl-colored blouse that was almost transparent, a beige jacket, and black lace underwear: a thong and a corset that tied around the body. Under everything, a small box with a pink capsule-shaped object and an antenna. A vibrator controlled through a phone app.

Renata was the one who took it out, since she knew what it was. I had never seen one before.

—Mateo is proposing a very intense game to you —she said, and explained how it was used.

I put everything away and we went back to work without saying anything else. After thinking about it for a good while, intrigued and scared at the same time, I replied to him by message. With not a single word: just the video of how I had masturbated that week because of him.

***

I spent the afternoon aroused and terrified by what I was doing, by how my relationship with Daniel was going to suffer if I kept moving forward. In my defense, I’ll say that we had been living together for almost two years and dating for one. We started seeing each other and, one night when we had drunk too much, he got bold enough to touch me and I suggested we go to a motel. We did, and it was good, but it was always the same ritual, the same positions, nothing more. When I dared to ask for something different, he looked at me like I was some whore, and I lost any desire to suggest anything. During those years I thought I didn’t need more, even though my body was telling me otherwise. Until what happened with Mateo happened, and I understood that what I had always wanted, and what I thought belonged only to dirty women, was exactly what I wanted to be.

***

When I got home, Daniel still wasn’t there. I took the opportunity to try on the outfit and was surprised by how well it fit me. I paired it with high boots and felt sexier and more suggestive than ever. I would never have worn this out on the street: my nipples showed through the corset and blouse. I took a couple of pictures, with the jacket, without it, just in the corset, and in all of them I looked different.

I took out the vibrator and read the instructions. I had to download the app and turn it on with a button to sync it via Bluetooth. It was soft to the touch. I sat on the bed, lubricated it with my mouth, and inserted it carefully, leaving the antenna outside. I didn’t feel anything and thought it was defective, until I discovered there were several modes. One worked with music. I chose a song.

A scream tore out of my throat. The device vibrated inside me to the rhythm, sometimes gentle, sometimes brutal, ripping moans from me that I couldn’t hold back. My phone fell and bounced under the bed. I tried to reach for it, kneeling on the floor, when I heard the door and Daniel’s voice greeting me.

—Hi, baby. What are you doing on the floor? —he appeared in the room.

Breathless, with the orgasm about to explode, I only managed to stammer:

—Mmm… my phone fell and I got a stomach cramp.

He bent down, picked it up, and helped me stand. I took that damned phone and locked myself in the bathroom with a towel in my mouth, while the strongest orgasm of my life soaked my boots and underwear. The music didn’t stop. It took me a while to close the app, breathing in short gasps, until at last I pulled out that thing that nearly made me lose consciousness.

***

I came out of the bathroom with my pride in tatters. Daniel asked if I was okay, but he couldn’t stop looking at me, running his eyes over me again and again, the way he never had before. I was about to make up any excuse for being dressed like that when, for the first time, that man—the one who never showed even a flicker of desire toward me—grabbed me hard by the arm and threw me onto the bed.

He lifted my legs, tore off my soaked thong, and started fucking me with his fingers like never in three years, without mercy. He took off his pants and penetrated me with a fury I had never known in him. I moaned without shame, legs in the air, boots still on, skirt bunched up at my waist.

—I want more! I want more! —I cried, and a slap crossed my face before I could protest.

He pulled out and ended up staining all my clothes, shaking the last drops over the new dress. He left the room without saying a word, with nothing to explain what had just happened. I took off the stained clothes wanting to cry and with a satisfaction between my legs I could no longer deny. Something in me had been lit, and I knew there would be no way back.