Domination

They grabbed me from behind before I saw it coming. In seconds I was on my knees in broad daylight, with the whole park watching.

I went down to the hotel bar telling myself it was only for a drink. Without panties. With my blouse unbuttoned. Still not knowing whether I chose it or he decided it for me.

Nadia had two perfect slaves, half a million dollars agreed upon, and a victorious smile. She never imagined Viktor would bring the collar for her.

I told myself it would only be coffee. That I could control the situation. But when he opened the door before I even knocked, there was no turning back.

She came out of the bathroom in a white blazer that barely covered anything, a red pacifier on her lips and that smile of hers. I knew that night would be different.

The queen ordered him hydrated, but Sofia emptied the goblet over her own foot. He licked every drop from her instep, trembling with thirst and humiliation.

We’d set the perfect trap. But when Diego took me by the waist with that brutal confidence, I understood I was no longer the one in control.

When he opened the wrong box, he knew it was a mistake. But when she entered his office, small and frightened, doll and woman became one.

For months, he had stared at the dark corner of his bedroom. The wrong doll they sent him was the closest thing to companionship he’d had in years.

When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.

When she told me to kneel, I did. I understood I was no longer her patient, but something entirely different.

The boy from the neighborhood looked me up and down without shame while I tried to keep my voice from trembling. I was forty-six, with a son to save.

We needed the money. So we signed without reading the fine print of a contract that would keep us in Prague six weeks longer than planned.

Sebastián had never opened that book in his life. But he had been keeping a rope in the drawer for weeks, waiting for the night we’d be alone.

That afternoon at home, while we were trying on clothes in the living room, I understood that the look Valeria gave me was anything but innocent.

Every Friday, Marcos crossed our threshold knowing he wouldn’t be himself again until Sunday. The collar, the cage, and the dress were waiting for him.

When I looked down, I saw she was holding the larger condom between her fingers. It wasn’t for me. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

When I opened the door dressed in the button-down blouse and heels, I knew that winter morning would not be just another class, but a surrender arranged with him.

That afternoon I decided I was going to fuck him somehow, even if I had to dress for him and come on to him without a shred of subtlety. What happened next left me shaking.

I saw her on all fours over the dry grass, with the fluffy tail swaying between her cheeks, and I knew that Sunday afternoon was going to be unlike any other.