The Submission Game Renata Imposed That Afternoon

What I’m about to tell still takes me effort to sort out in my head, because it was at once the most disturbing and the most arousing thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. And that’s with me only watching.

It was a stifling July afternoon. Renata had invited us to her villa on the outskirts of town, a huge house with a garden and a swimming pool that nobody could see from the street. I was stretched out on a sun lounger with a lemonade that had already gone lukewarm, while Renata and Ximena were bathing naked. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them without clothes, but that afternoon there was something different in the air, a tension I couldn’t name until it was too late.

Renata had always had that commanding air about her. She spoke little and, when she did, everyone obeyed without even realizing it. Ximena was her exact opposite: nervous, compliant, always seeking other people’s approval. That afternoon, watching the two of them in the water, I understood that there was something between them I had only just begun to suspect.

—Get out of the water —Renata said suddenly.

She didn’t ask. She ordered. Ximena obeyed at once, without questioning it, and stood at the edge of the pool, dripping wet and trembling slightly despite the heat. I could see her nipples, hard and dark, tightened by the contrast between the water and the hot air, and a shiny trail running down her belly to disappear into her shaved cunt, already slightly parted with arousal.

What is going on here?

—Lucía, you stay where you are —Renata told me without looking at me, as if she were reading my mind—. Just watch. Don’t say anything.

I wanted to get up. I wanted to say I’d better go. But I didn’t. I stayed glued to the lounger, my heart pounding against my chest and a curiosity I was ashamed to admit to myself. Between my legs I could already feel a thick wetness beginning to stain the fabric of my bikini.

***

Renata approached Ximena with a calm that made my skin prickle. She brushed her jaw with two fingers, lifted her face, and made her hold her gaze.

—Do you remember what we talked about? —she asked in a low voice.

—Yes —Ximena answered, almost in a whisper.

—Say it properly.

—Yes, ma’am.

Something clenched inside me at those two words. This wasn’t a joke between friends. It was an agreement, a pact the two of them knew by heart and that I was seeing for the first time. Renata was the mistress. Ximena gave herself to her completely, and she did it with a mixture of fear and desire that showed in every gesture.

—Today there’s someone watching —Renata said, strolling slowly around her—. That makes it better, doesn’t it? Having Lucía see you obey. Having Lucía see how much of a slut you are for me.

Ximena closed her eyes. She nodded. Her breathing had grown short, broken, and I saw the skin on her thighs rise in gooseflesh despite the sun beating down on the garden. Renata ran a hand over her chest, pinched one nipple between two fingers, and twisted it slowly until a rough moan escaped her. With the other hand she slid down over her belly and opened her pussy lips in front of me, unhurriedly, displaying it to the air like someone showing off a ripe piece of fruit.

—Look at how much she’s leaking —she said, and looked at me for the first time—. She’s soaked, Lucía. You can see it on her thigh. Just from knowing you’re watching her.

I didn’t move. I barely breathed. My cheeks burned and there was an uncomfortable wetness between my legs that I refused to admit even to myself.

The strangest thing was the silence. There was no music, no laughter, no usual chatter of an afternoon among friends. Only Renata’s orders, dry and precise, and the splash of water every time Ximena shifted position. Every word fell into the garden with a weight that seemed to bend the air, and I took them all in as if they were meant for me too.

Then I realized I’d been gripping the edge of the lounger with both hands for quite a while. I slowly loosened my fingers, embarrassed, and discovered I didn’t even remember when I’d put the lemonade down. Everything that existed was happening three meters from me, and I was incapable of looking anywhere else.

—On your knees —Renata said.

Ximena knelt on the hot tiles at the edge, head bowed and hands on her thighs. Renata remained standing in front of her, dominating her with the mere posture of her body, one hand on her hip and the other stroking her wet hair with a tenderness that contrasted with the hardness of her voice.

—Good girl —she murmured—. Now you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. If you do it well, I’ll reward you. If not, we’ll do it again until you learn. Is that clear?

—Yes, ma’am.

—Open your mouth.

Ximena opened it without hesitation. Renata slid two fingers all the way in, pressing against her tongue, making her suck them as if they were a cock. They went in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm, and Ximena sucked them with her eyes closed and a strand of saliva hanging from her lip.

—That’s it, swallow them nicely —Renata told her—. Let Lucía see how you suck.

She pulled her shining fingers out, ran them over Ximena’s nipples, and moved her hand down to her own cunt. She parted her lips with two fingers, stroked her clit slowly in front of her, and then grabbed her head and smashed it against her pubic mound.

—Eat me. And don’t stop until I tell you to.

Ximena buried her face between Renata’s legs with hungry obedience. I could see perfectly how she moved her tongue, how she licked the slit from top to bottom, how she stopped at the clit and sucked it with her lips sealed around it. Renata held the position, one hand on Ximena’s head, guiding her, pushing her against her pussy every time she wanted more. The other rested on her hip, with a calm that gave away nothing except a slight tremor in her thighs.

—Deeper with your tongue —she ordered—. Put it in all the way. Fuck my mouth with that tongue, you whore.

Ximena moaned against her flesh and obeyed. You could hear her sucking, swallowing the wetness, slurping at her pussy with a damp sound that reached me all the way to the lounger. Renata clenched her hair, threw her head back, and came in Ximena’s face without taking her eyes off me, her mouth parted and letting out a long, deep gasp that sank under my skin. When it was over, she shoved Ximena away from her face and kept her there with her mouth open, showing me the shining remnants on her chin and lips.

—Swallow —she told her—. All of it.

Ximena swallowed.

***

What came next forced me to swallow hard several times. Renata turned every minute into a lesson in power. She ordered her to do little things —to bend over, to spread herself, to hold an uncomfortable position while the sun burned her back— and Ximena did them all, trembling, with eyes bright with a submission that seemed to keep her upright more than humiliate her. At one point she set her against the garden wall, with her legs open and her hands behind her neck, and slid three fingers into her cunt while explaining what she was going to do to her next.

—You’re enjoying this —Renata told her, crouching down to speak into her ear, though loud enough for me to hear—. You like being watched while you obey. You like feeling small. You like being finger-fucked in front of your friend.

—Yes —Ximena admitted, her voice broken—. I like it.

—Tell Lucía. Look at her and tell her.

Ximena slowly turned her head and nailed me with her eyes. I’ll never forget that look: vulnerable, surrendered, lit up with a desire she didn’t need to hide. Renata was still moving her hand inside her cunt, wrist bent, fucking her with a steady rhythm that made her gasp between words.

—I like you seeing me like this —she told me—. I like you seeing me… being fucked by her.

I felt the ground shift beneath me. I wanted to look away and couldn’t. I wanted it to end and, at the same time, I was praying it would keep going. Without realizing it, I had slipped one hand between my thighs over my bikini and was pressing my palm there, seeking relief from something that kept growing. Renata noticed, of course. Renata noticed everything.

—You can’t stop watching either, can you, Lucía? —she said, without turning to me—. Don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything. You’re only a witness. But we both know what’s happening to you. I can see where your hand is. Keep going, if you want. Nobody’s going to judge you here.

I didn’t answer. There was no need. My body answered for me: my ragged breathing, the legs I was clenching without meaning to, the heat that no longer came from the sun. I took my hand away out of modesty, but only for an instant; a few seconds later I had it pressed against my mound again, hidden between my thighs, moving in tiny circles that fooled no one.

***

Renata went back to focusing on Ximena. She made her stand up, led her to the pool steps, and positioned her with her back to me, her hands on the rail and her body leaning forward. It was a posture of absolute exposure, total surrender under the harsh afternoon light. Her ass was lifted, her legs parted, and from where I was standing I could see everything: the swollen, shining cunt and the tightened asshole, throbbing every time she breathed.

—This part is the one you struggle with most —Renata told her, running a hand down her back to the curve of her waist—. The one you’re most ashamed of. That’s why we’re going to do it in front of her.

Ximena moaned, a sound halfway between protest and surrender.

—Please —she whispered.

—“Please” doesn’t mean “no” —Renata replied, citing her own rules back to her—. If you want to stop, you know the word. Do you want to stop?

There was a long, thick silence, broken only by the buzz of cicadas. Ximena shook her head.

—No, ma’am.

—Then keep going. Open your ass wide. Show Lucía.

Ximena put her hands on her buttocks and spread them herself, offering herself with her head bowed, her arms trembling with shame. Renata spat into her hand and ran her fingers over her hole, wetting it slowly, pushing in one finger and then two, with cruel patience. Ximena moaned loudly, a long complaint that turned into a gasp when the second finger went in to the knuckle.

—That’s it, squeeze. Squeeze my fingers tight with that ass. Let Lucía hear what you sound like when I take you from behind.

I could barely hold her gaze, and at the same time I couldn’t lower it. Renata was fingering her ass while with the other hand she rubbed her clit from bottom to top, in a continuous rhythm that made Ximena tremble all over. I heard her beg, moan broken words, ask for more and at the same time ask for a little respite, and Renata’s pulse never faltered once. She used her fingers in both holes at the same time, in and out, while whispering obscenities in her ear.

—Look at yourself. Look at what you are. A wide-open cunt on my steps, with two fingers in your ass, coming in front of your friend. Say it. Say it out loud.

—I’m your slut —Ximena panted—. I’m your whore, ma’am.

—Again.

—I’m your whore. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me in front of her.

Renata smiled. She pulled her fingers out, wiped them slowly on Ximena’s thigh, and disappeared for a moment toward the garden shed. She came back with a tight black harness around her hips and a thick, dark dildo that swayed with every step. Ximena let out a guttural sound the moment she saw it over her shoulder.

—Yes, ma’am. Yes.

Renata stood behind her, grabbed her hips with both hands, and ran the tip of the dildo along her ass slit, wetting it in the moisture still streaming from her cunt. She pushed slowly, very slowly, and began to fuck her from behind while Ximena lowered her head between her arms and let out a muffled cry. The rubber cock disappeared all the way inside her. I heard it go in to the hilt with a wet, obscene sound.

—Hold still —Renata ordered—. Hold still with everything inside.

And she started fucking her. Hard. With long, rhythmic thrusts that made Renata’s hips slam against Ximena’s ass with a smack of wet skin that echoed through the garden. She pulled her hair, arched her back, and made her look at me while she fucked her again and again.

—Look her in the eyes, slut. Don’t close them. I want Lucía to see your face when you come.

Ximena looked at me with her mouth open, tongue out, eyes glassy, bouncing in little jolts with every thrust. My hand was under my bikini without even knowing when I’d done it. I was rubbing my clit with two fingers and digging the nails of my other hand into my thigh so I wouldn’t moan too loudly.

—That’s it —Renata said, stroking the nape of her neck while she kept thrusting into her—. Look how brave you are. Look how much you give yourself. Come for me. Come now.

Ximena came with a long howl, shaking all over on the steps, her legs giving way and her cunt gushing onto the tiles. Renata didn’t stop until she felt her fall apart, and kept fucking her for a few more seconds, pushing her orgasm to the edge, until Ximena started whimpering from overload.

Renata watched her with cold satisfaction, lips parted, while Ximena trembled from head to toe, pierced by a mixture of shame and pleasure that I knew all too well because I could feel it throbbing in my own body too. I came in silence, my hand inside my bikini, biting my lip until it hurt, only seconds after she did.

***

When it was over, Renata took off the harness and wrapped her arms around her. There was the other side of the game: after control, care. She held her, kissed her temple, whispered things I couldn’t hear but that made Ximena relax completely against her chest, as if she could finally put down all the weight she’d been carrying.

—You did perfectly —Renata told her—. I’m proud of you.

Ximena was crying a little, but she was smiling. That contradiction completely undid me. There had been no cruelty in what I had just seen, even though it might have looked that way from the outside. There was such absolute trust between the two of them that it left me speechless, one of those connections ordinary people never get to understand.

Renata finally turned to me. She looked at me for a long moment, assessing me, reading me the way she had read Ximena all afternoon. She let her eyes rest without shame on the dark stain in my bikini, on the hand I still hadn’t quite managed to withdraw completely.

—You don’t have to say anything —she said—. I know exactly what you’re thinking. And I know you’re going to come back.

I wanted to deny it. I wanted to say that it had all been too much for me, that it wasn’t for me, that I had only been passing through. But I stayed quiet, because that would have been a lie and she would have known it instantly.

—Next time —she added, with a half-smile that raised gooseflesh on my skin—, maybe I won’t let you just watch. Maybe it’ll be your turn to get on your knees beside her.

***

I left the villa with weak legs and my head spinning, my bikini still damp and clinging to my skin beneath my dress. In the car, with the windows down and the hot air hitting my face, I tried to convince myself I would never set foot in that house again.

I didn’t manage it. I knew it as soon as the engine started: a part of me, one I hadn’t known until that afternoon, was already counting the days until Renata’s next invitation. And that part, the one I discovered while watching —and secretly masturbating while I watched—, was the part that scared me most. Because I knew perfectly well what it wanted.