Domination

My sex life had become predictable, so that night I texted my fuck buddy a proposal neither of us could have imagined where it would lead.

I had spent years receiving messages with no substance, until a young couple wrote to me asking for something specific: for me to take control of both of them for an entire afternoon.

I asked for the phone and started recording. I wanted them to remember that night every time they looked at the screen, far more than their wedding video.

I opened my eyes in the dark living room and there she was in the doorway, biting her lip, looking at exactly what I couldn’t hide.

One lower card was all it took for that pink cage to stop being a joke and become my new reality for two full months.

I drove two hours to a stone house in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t know that night I’d stop being just a guest and become their fantasy.

I came as a colleague’s plus-one, with no invite of my own. Three hours later I was locked in a penthouse with two porn stars and no intention of leaving.

When he told me there was no rush, I knew that night was going to change everything. Mauricio looked at me like a lion looks at a gazelle that has already stopped running.

For weeks I couldn’t get that man out of my head. One day I took the bus, called Bruno, and went back to the farm without telling anyone.

They knew him as the good-natured old man on the corner, the one who greeted everyone and never raised his voice. One closed afternoon was enough to discover the man he really was.

She was the one who suggested it, in a whisper one random dawn: she wanted me to hold the camera while another man made her his. I said yes without knowing what I was becoming.

They thought they had everything under control until something broke. I was there, watching and taking part, learning where the line was that I wasn’t going to cross.

I only wanted to feel something new in bed. What I didn’t expect was to watch my own boyfriend surrender the same way I did to that huge man.

“Call her,” I told him. “I want her to come, to feel what she lost, and to pay for last night’s message.” He swallowed and dialed her number without thinking twice.

I went up to her apartment convinced the most imposing woman I’d ever seen was waiting for me. I had no idea the night had only just begun—or who else was sleeping at the end of the hall.

I agreed to his fantasy thinking it was a gift for him. What neither of them imagined is that that night I’d discover exactly what I wanted... and stop settling.

I lit the fuse and locked them both in an empty apartment. Now my husband is begging to watch what’s coming, and my brother-in-law already signed blank, not knowing what awaits him.

I set just one rule: I decided what would happen and how far it would go. Neither of them had any idea how far I intended to take that night.

I had a secret date with the lover from that rooftop party. What I didn’t expect was for the other woman to show up behind the rock, determined not to just watch.

I thought it was just a routine cleaning. But when he summoned me to his house that night, I discovered he had a surprise waiting on the sofa.