Domination

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.

She trained two slaves for months until they broke. When the buyer arrived, she had no idea the collar fit her neck perfectly.

Every time she accepted one condition, the next one appeared. By the end of the day, neither of them knew exactly what had happened — but both wanted it again.

When my husband shut the door at three and found me in the kitchen with tea between my fingers and black lace clinging to my body, I knew he wouldn’t stay silent.

Four envelopes of money, four gifts on the table. Valentina knew exactly what she was worth, and that night they were going to prove it.

When I saw his name on the screen, my stomach clenched. Two weeks remembering his mouth and his hands, and there he was again, as if nothing had happened.

When the smuggler told us the price, we all looked at one another. It wasn’t jewelry or money. It was us, our bodies, twelve hours a day in front of his cameras.

As he described calmly how he wrapped his lovers in plastic wrap, I crossed my legs and pretended the wine was the reason I was hot.

He was carrying a confession he had never told anyone. So was she. That rainy night, with hot chocolate in their hands, they told each other everything.

Weeks earlier, we’d made a bet over a card game. The loser would have to fulfill the other’s darkest fantasy. He lost—and I was ready to collect.

Valeria sent me a lingerie photo before he arrived. Just wanted to warn you, she wrote. I stayed at the window, staring at her door.

After two hours of staring at the ceiling, I decided I wasn’t going to keep waiting. I moved in behind her and started where the process always ends.

When I opened my eyes, my wrists were held above my head and I wasn’t wearing a thing. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he was smiling.

She looked him up and down and said, “You walk like you’re asking permission to exist.” She was right. And that was exactly what she wanted from him.