Domination

I closed my eyes in the empty locker room and let the fantasy carry me farther than I’d imagined. When I opened them, there was no going back.

The doorbell rang at seven-thirty, and I knew my marriage had changed forever. She came downstairs braless, looked at them, and smiled.

When I opened the door, he wasn’t alone: behind him, wearing that practiced rent-boy smile, he had brought a man I had never seen in the neighborhood in my life.

Behind dark glasses, no one knows where a man is looking—and that July afternoon, he decided to look far beyond the edge of the umbrella.

I went to the bathroom on a night with no electricity, convinced I was alone in the house. A phone light lit up the kitchen and I understood why the two of them had been acting so strange.

He came to the apartment of a stranger promising not to hold back. He still had no idea how big the cock was that would take his virginity, or how far that paddle could go.

My husband couldn’t stand seeing me like that, cut off from my own body. He asked the gynecologist for help. What he prescribed that night changed everything between the three of us.

I met him online when I was sixteen. Two years later, one August morning, he texted me that he was traveling to the capital and that it was my only chance to see him again.

By the time I got into the taxi heading out of town, I could still have turned back. I didn’t, and hours later I would regret it with my wrists tied to his headboard.

While Lucía prepared to receive her lover, her sister had another plan for the nephew: the attic boxes were only an excuse to begin.

At quarter to eleven I was already going down the stairs in my building. Before leaving I looked through the peephole, just in case I saw someone. The landing was empty. Better that way.

A bully who never learned respect. That day in the park, he was going to get the lesson he’d never forget, from the very hands he tried to humiliate.

When I saw the chair prepared with that enormous object sticking out of the seat, I knew the night would not be a normal dinner.

I went to visit my submissive, but it was her maid who opened the door. Something in her look made me forget exactly why I’d come.

They asked to be marked. Valeria spoke first. Cristina nodded. What came after the flame was unlike anything they had imagined.

The whole campus envied the guy Rebeca’s group had taken in. No one knew what it would cost him to belong to them.

She was seventy years old and had a body that defied every one of them. When she told me in my ear she hadn’t been touched in ten years, I knew the night wasn’t over yet.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

When they moved into the building, my gray life found a focal point. What I didn’t expect was that point would end up consuming me completely.

I came to Madrid to make beds and mop floors. No one warned me I’d also learn to kneel before two women who would decide everything about me.