Domination

It was meant for Andrés, my boyfriend. But the blue double check appeared three seconds later, and I realized, my stomach turning cold, that I’d sent it to the wrong man.

When the bathroom door opened, I already had the gun raised and a very clear idea of how I was going to bring that bastard to heel before we left.

I spent half an hour preparing provocations for a room full of women. What I hadn't prepared for was what they would do to me when I lost control.

She told me to come back at ten, when she was closing, and promised to suck me better than anyone. It took four nights to find her at the register again.

My father never looked at her the same way again after that week. Neither did I, once I learned what she had done to save us all from ruin.

I walked into that workshop giving orders, as I always do. I never imagined that a grease-covered mechanic would remind me who was really in charge that afternoon.

The first order came at seven in the evening, and I understood that night I would obey everything without asking, in front of a camera and a man I knew only through his written voice.

They sat on either side of me, sure they were going to undo me with their games. I let them believe it all through dinner, and took control in five minutes.

I thought I was only going to delete those photos and return to my life. The moment Don Marcial opened the door, I knew I’d come for something very different—and that he knew it better than I did.

I heard her firm footsteps in the kitchen and lowered my gaze, afraid to meet it. I was no longer the man I had been: I was what she had decided I would be.

I thought I was watching without anyone noticing. When I entered the locker room to hide my erection, she was already waiting with two friends.

She entered the dining room as a servant and left as someone else. That night, before the fire, she chose which name to let burn forever.

The sandstorm swept away the entire caravan. Alone among the dunes, he was rescued by a dark figure whose secret awakened a forbidden desire.

She avoided looking him in the eyes when she opened the door, afraid he would discover what she had kept silent for months: she desired the man who dominated her own daughter.

When the violet door closed beneath my feet, I knew I was no longer in my city: here, men ruled and women only waited for an order.

I accepted the invitation because I felt special. I woke up naked, with a collar on my neck and a woman who had already decided what she’d turn me into.

That night I didn’t want to wait for anyone. I wanted the guard who had undressed me with his eyes all afternoon, even though he didn’t know what I was hiding.

I take the pill, choose carefully, and let myself go. The kink isn't in the risk, but in losing control with someone who knows exactly what I want.

I didn’t want him simply to take me. I wanted him to claim me, slowly, until I no longer recognized myself. That night I learned surrender can also be power.

Three offenses, three punishments. For the first time, someone forced her to choose which one she would endure: the hardest part was not the pain, but choosing it herself.