Domination

I took the job for the money. I never expected the silence of that house to push us both toward something neither of us could name.

He was the last person I expected to see that afternoon. I opened the door half-asleep, and when I saw him standing there with that crooked smile, my mouth went dry.

I said my body could take anything. It was a lie, but there was no backing out in front of the three of them.

She crossed her legs in front of me and something didn’t add up. Her voice was sweet, but her hands were too big. It took me days to understand what had stolen my sleep.

“Come downstairs at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Today the two of us are going to use you.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and began counting the hours.

Every night before bed, Carla whispered «good night, princess.» It took me months to understand that the word wasn’t a game, but an order.

I handed him the folded note and a condom without saying a word. He read it, looked me over, and only said: come with me. I wasn’t thinking clearly again for hours.

The message arrived at midnight and I read it three times before showing it to my husband. He wasn’t asking permission. He was giving me instructions, and I was already trembling.

Every week they repeated the same private ritual, but that night, with her cousin sleeping on the other side of the hall, she discovered how much she liked obeying.

I agreed to pedal a hundred kilometers to please him. What I didn’t expect was the jar of cayenne waiting for me that night in the hotel sink.

I thought I ruled the bedroom—untouchable, demanding. Then you went down on me and opened me up, and I found out how much I liked obeying.

She wrote saying she wanted to be my model, my muse. She had no idea that afternoon would teach her desire and the camera are the same thing.

I never thought of myself as submissive, but the first time his voice ordered me over the phone, I obeyed without thinking. And I discovered being someone’s could feel better than I ever imagined.

It started as a joke: putting on the pink collar in exchange for pizza. But when I pressed the button, I stopped being myself. Something else started moving my body from within.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

She could cloud an entire city with desire, but that night it was Renata who snapped the lock shut, slipped the key into her pocket, and smiled like a lovestruck jailer.

She had spent a month and a half caged at Bruna’s command. That morning, when the key finally turned, not even the whole neighborhood could hold back what was unleashed.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.

He drank the violet liquid once, for revenge. But that night, his new body learned something his male mind could never forget.

She left the trunks on the bed and ordered me to try on every garment. That night I understood the journey was not a destination, but a test of how much I belonged to her.