Domination

If you’ve never had a good blowjob, you don’t know what I’m talking about. And no, I don’t mean coming in her mouth. I’m going to tell you the secret I discovered by chance.

At seven sharp, the clinic was empty and the doctor locked the door behind him. Mercedes had no idea her burn would be the least of what was stinging that morning.

Tied under the lights with his gaze fixed on my back, I understood that tonight the real show was him: forced to watch everything he refused to give me.

She told me that if I wanted her ass, I’d have to earn it. What I didn’t expect was for her to show up at my door on New Year’s Eve, suitcase in hand and giving orders.

It was an April afternoon. I went out without a bra and in a tiny thong. I had no idea my husband would stop at the abandoned gas station and do that to me.

For days I’d been imagining that weekend: every order, every punishment, every broken limit. I wrote it all in one message and hit send without thinking twice.

I stripped in silence, put on the ears and collar, and slipped into his bed before he woke. I owed him too much to keep pretending I only wanted to care for him.

I closed my eyes, stuck my ass up, and waited to hear his voice. I didn’t want lingerie or flirting—just to be naked and ready for him to keep his promise.

I pulled down my coffee-stained pants convinced this was my big moment. I didn’t count on her older sister walking through the door right then.

I met her on a reading app. Black-haired, tall, intimidating. I agreed to be her submissive because I never believed a woman like her would look at me twice.

There were two hours left before the video call and my body was already trembling. I wasn’t going to touch myself once; it was enough that he wrote what I had to do to myself.

I never saw him in person. I only needed my words, a candlelit altar, and the certainty that a man can kneel before someone who will never return the gesture.

I gave him thirty days to prove he was good for something. On the first night I wouldn’t let him touch himself: only light a candle, obey, and wait for my punishment.

I told her I wanted something stronger than her, much stronger. She wasn’t shocked. She smiled and said she knew a place where that was possible.

She stepped onto the stage in a red dress and with an impossible voice. She had no idea that singing that well was the trap her producer would use to cage her forever.

He climbed into my boat thinking he owned the river. By the time we touched land, he was ours: she was laughing beside me and he had no idea what was waiting for him.

When I got to the cabin, there were only thirty men in suits and a drink waiting for me. It didn’t take long to understand why they’d paid me so much.

There was only one thing they were forbidden to do to me, and it was exactly the one thing I wanted while they used me for an entire month.

Drunk and heartbroken after losing my job, I said yes to her flirting. “Just five minutes in the bathroom,” she promised. I had no idea how far she meant to go.

She laughed at my jokes, touched my arm, and I thought I had her in the bag. I never imagined she’d be the one taking control that night in the hotel room.