Domination

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.

After months in captivity, the last thing Valeria expected was for Sofía herself to ask to be bound. But that’s how that first night began.

When they shut the door and the darkness became absolute, I knew it wasn’t a punishment. It was something worse: the transformation that would erase me forever.

When Rafael ordered me to take off my blouse, the other two men in the room didn’t move. No one protested. No one looked away. That was what he wanted me to understand.

She had spent weeks unable to get him out of her head. That skinny boy in the park, with charcoal-stained hands and that direct gaze that asked no one’s permission.

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 was wearing my roommate’s tight dress when a taxi driver stopped to ask me for service. I never imagined I’d enjoy it so much.

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.

She had made the promise weeks earlier, in a moment of weakness she never forgot. Now she was here, and Karim was not going to let her regret it.

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

I had been in love with Andrés for months when he told me his ex was coming to dinner. I never imagined that night would end with the two of us proclaiming him our king.

Raquel thought she would always be the one setting the rules. That night on the pier, with the metal bit and the fresh mark on her thigh, everything changed.

The bamboo rod hissed through the air and Clara didn’t blink. We were friends. Now she held the stopwatch and I was on my knees on the cold grate.

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.

We’d been trading looks and brushing against each other at the gym for weeks when Bruno invited me to dinner. I didn’t expect what he’d ask me sitting across from him, with Nadia waiting in the other room.

I asked him to meet me outside the clinic as if we were going to have a quiet talk. I didn’t tell him I wouldn’t be alone—or that the sidewalk was perfectly visible from the second floor.

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 when the door opened. Behind Lucía wasn’t just Patricia. My mother was there too.