Domination

When I crossed the dungeon door, she held out her hand for me to kiss. Then she pointed to the floor. I knew at that instant the night would be long.

Opening the door that night was the hardest decision of my life. Behind it stood a tall, smiling man, ready to take what I could no longer give my wife.

Carolina narrowed her eyes at me and whispered that she wanted to watch me shove my cock into Sofía’s boyfriend. And I’ve never been able to say no to her.

We’d been kissing in secret for months without anything else happening; that afternoon, with the bottle nearly empty, it was she who dragged me to the motel window.

My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.

When I went down the stairs naked, my sister-in-law still had no idea what kind of surprise my father-in-law had prepared for her that night.

My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.

Every night Marcos spent watching without being able to touch was another step down. Valeria didn’t seduce him: she possessed him. And he found no way out, nor did he look for one.

He came back from his evening run and found her in the dunes. She wasn’t alone. She never had been.

She has many names for me. None matter while I watch her obey from the other side of the screen, waiting for the day I have her on her knees in front of me.

Santiago walked into the classroom that Monday in that fitted shirt and with a deep voice that raised goosebumps on my skin from the first word he spoke.

I’d been watching him cross the hallway for weeks. That afternoon he called me to his office, and something inside me knew everything was about to change.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

Forty-five years old, a growing belly, and a chastity device my own daughter controls from across the bar. This is my life now.

I pressed the buzzer with trembling fingers. I knew that beyond that door awaited someone capable of turning me into what I had always dreamed of being.

Sofía weighed two hundred pounds of pure authority. Renata understood that the night an old folder changed the balance of power between them forever.

We arrived not knowing what awaited us. We left changed. An estate, seven men, and a stranger who decided I would be his that night.

When the scissors finished their work, the mirror gave him back a gaze that was not quite his own. And the voice he heard in that salon would not leave him alone.

I went in to get my phone and found him there, silent, looking at me in that way that said he knew exactly what it meant.