Domination

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.

The doctor closed the office door with a calm that was anything but professional. I was on the exam table in a paper gown, and I already knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

Under the golden light of the estate, she smiled while counting the money. She had no idea the next black leather collar was meant for her own neck.

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.

When I saw Yésica go up the stairs behind him that first night, I knew none of the women serving drinks at that stop would come out of that summer unchanged.

I wasn’t a lesbian, and my wedding was six weeks away. But that night in the hotel, Elena showed me everything I had never wanted to admit.

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.

The gym hadn’t opened yet when she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the empty locker room. That class wasn’t on the app’s menu.

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.

She called from the bathroom with the tap running so no one would hear her. She heard “domination,” “submission,” “a year with no way out.” And she signed anyway.

Don Ernesto was twenty-seven years older than me, with rough laborer’s hands and a hungry gaze I pretended not to see. That night, I closed the curtains myself.

I walked into the living room and found him waiting with something hidden behind his back. His smile told me before he did that the night wouldn’t be normal.

My heels were killing me and the wig was itching, but when that man looked at me from across the room, I knew the night had only just begun.

Tomás hadn’t touched a woman in a year. My husband knew that when he invited him to dinner. And I put on the red thong knowing what was going to happen.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.

That afternoon beside the pool, she took off her bikini top, and everything between them changed. The tension they had ignored for days could no longer be undone.

The wig, the dress, and the heels were in my desk drawer. My boss had known for months. And that changed everything between us.

I’d rejected him a hundred times, called him the ugly duckling in front of everyone. When I opened my eyes, my wrists were hanging from a bar and he had a whip.

I crossed the ocean with my two possessions to make Venice their cage. Beneath their brocade dresses, two motors vibrated to the rhythm of my thumb.

The message came in in the middle of the afternoon. Three words: “Try them on. Photo.” I went upstairs and opened the drawer where he keeps the bikinis.