Domination

Rodrigo had arranged everything in secret: the suite, the candles, Marcos waiting on the sofa. He only asked if I was ready before opening the door.

When Dimitri called me over to watch my mother service him on her knees, something in me broke forever. Or maybe it was born.

Valeria felt the heat before she understood what it was. Pink smoke filled the cabin, and everything that was protocol turned into pure instinct.

She sat on the bench and held out her feet without saying a word. Only her eyes spoke, and what they said left no room for choice.

We’d been exchanging emails with Valeria for weeks. She wanted force and pressure. When she saw us pull up on our bikes, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

We posted the ad out of curiosity. Two weeks later, a young guy was in our living room, trembling, about to put on a black lace dress.

Claudia showed up at her son’s place not knowing we were waiting. Work uniform, tired eyes. No one prepared her for what was coming.

She didn’t teach me out of love. She taught me because no one else was going to, and because, deep down, it was what we both needed.

Marcos was crying with rage in that adjustable bed, convinced he would never feel a woman again. I locked the door and took off my clothes.

She arrived with a backpack on her shoulder and a red pacifier between her lips. She had just turned twenty-two and laughed as if she already knew everything that would happen next.

When he closed the door with his suitcase, we were left alone. The sex was still there, intense and familiar, but something was missing. Something only he brought.

I came home without showering, wearing yesterday’s clothes and another man’s smell on my skin. Marcos knew it before I said a word.

I knew he’d come home late and jealous. I waited in the kitchen in black lace. When the door opened, I knew the night was just beginning.

I had worn the cage for three weeks when Valeria announced to her friends that I would do anything she asked. I had no idea what was coming.

I knelt among the bushes, stockings torn and knees in the dirt. He told me to bark. And I did. What that revealed about me was the night’s greatest revelation.

I’d spent weeks wanting a body all to myself, without whims or a will of its own. The complex had exactly what I was looking for. I only had to choose carefully.

I said yes with my heart racing. Marcos repeated the safeword three times before he began, and I knew I was in the right hands.

She had done nothing wrong, and he wanted to see her on her knees with a cloth in her hand. She would do it, because that was what she had chosen to be for him.

When night falls in this house, I turn off the light in his room, close the door, and stop being only his mother to become something more.

There are mornings when my body beats my mind to it. Damp sheets, hips moving on their own—and then I invent you: a stranger who breaks me wide open.