Domination

I hadn’t touched anyone in two years when she answered my message with one question: “when are we meeting?” I never imagined how that night would end.

I went looking for my husband in a jealous mood, and the man I was dancing with stopped me: “Leave it, I gave him permission.” I didn’t understand until his body pressed against mine.

Chiara pedaled right behind him on every climb, and every stop in the shade was a new excuse to get closer than necessary.

The parish priest asked me to stay after the church was empty. What happened in his office became my Sunday secret, and I don’t want it to end.

Having one cock in my ass and another in my mouth wasn’t my plan for Saturday. But I walked into the sauna, exchanged two looks, and everything changed.

Andrés was fifty-three and his marriage was broken when she brushed his hand with her red nails and whispered in his ear not to fear exploring.

I left the gym without showering, just as he’d asked. That afternoon I discovered that obeying another man could give me more pleasure than taking charge.

We’d hated each other for ages and wanted to kill each other. What I didn’t expect was to end up taking his cock all the way inside me while the car fell to pieces under us.

I love the exact moment when a man realizes he’ll only touch my feet if he obeys. That afternoon, Mateo learned it on his knees, breathless.

I spent a year cleaning his house without him ever looking me in the eye. The afternoon I took off my shoes by the pool, I discovered he’d been staring at my feet for months.

Kneeling in the park, blindfolded and barefoot on the grass, I understood that I no longer decided anything: he had the key, and I had stopped looking for it.

He asked me not to wash before I went. I thought it would be just another whim, but that night I found out how far my own shame could go.

“I want to see something new,” He said from the chair. And I already knew exactly how I was going to surprise Him, even if it meant dragging Vera with me.

The air in the room had become unbreathable when He looked at us and said that night we had to prove how far we were willing to go for his pleasure.

It took only slipping the heel off my heel for him to stop looking me in the eyes. And I discovered how much power could fit on the tip of one foot.

We’d been at it all night, but seeing her from behind, about to step into the water, reminded me that morning had its own rules too.

I touched up my makeup, smiled, and went back to the kitchen with a plan none of them could imagine. That night, I chose the menu.

She told me she had never said this out loud, that for years it had been only a hidden fantasy. That afternoon, she finally let a stranger do whatever he wanted to her.

The lock opened with a dry click and she knew, before stepping out of the cage, that he was back with another woman’s scent on his skin.

I could never tell them apart. One kissed me tenderly; the other tied me up and used me. It took me too long to realize there was never a mistake: they planned everything together.