Domination

When I opened my eyes it was already too late. Two bodies were pinning me to the mattress, and the cold steel on my wrists told me that night had changed everything.

I was wearing my mother-in-law’s black lingerie set when the door opened. Lucía hadn’t brought only Patricia with her. My mother was there too.

She came home from the hospital with both arms in plaster up to the elbows. And I discovered, watching how she depended on me, how little I knew how to look at my own mother.

That afternoon I found one of his movies. That night he came back drunk, opened my bedroom door, and I knew something was going to break forever.

I heard him pull up in the driveway and I didn’t cover myself. I spread my legs on the sofa, moved my thong aside, and started touching myself before he even came in.

I dialed his number with trembling hands. Three rings. When he answered, I knew there was no turning back, even if I hung up before speaking.

We had been talking for three weeks without meeting. When I finally crossed the door to his apartment that night, I knew I wouldn’t come out the same.

When my stepmother locked the bedroom door and started unbuttoning her blouse, I knew that punishment wouldn’t be like any sermon before it.

When he told her to scrub the floor on her knees, she hadn’t done anything wrong. That was the test: obey without punishment, prove that his hand was the only measure.

When I saw him get off the train, he was no longer the boy I remembered. In that moment I thought my husband would have to learn to share, even if he never knew how.

Hayashi’s voice hit me like a blunt удар: the contract extended forty-five more days. It was on page 492, and we’d signed without reading it.

The package arrived on a Tuesday without warning. Inside, three bikinis he’d chosen himself. The note said: “Try them on this afternoon. Two photos of each. Don’t improvise the angles.”

The first time I saw him with her, I wanted to kill him. The second time he walked through my door without knocking, I understood the rules had changed forever.

I was on my knees in the dog run, handcuffed and unable to move, while they laughed and their dogs circled closer and closer.

Three coworkers invited her to stay behind when the building was empty. Sofía said yes, but on her terms.

When Marta told me she’d found the four perfect women for my punishment, I knew there was no turning back. That same afternoon I signed the contract without reading half of it.

I climbed the stairs to his building with my thong already soaked. I had no idea that stranger was going to split me in two before midnight.

When she adjusted his posture for the third time and he felt the pressure under his shorts, he decided that morning’s session was going to be very different from the others.

He’d spent three days in Cartagena paying for encounters that ended with the same surprise, until she walked into the bar and everything changed.

That night I shaved, washed, and waited for Lucía, knowing exactly what I wanted. She arrived with her backpack, her red lollipop, and that smile that never faded, no matter what we did.