Humiliation

I entered the hotel to escape the heat, but it was his voice that stripped me bare first and made me want to kneel.

She entered the confessional trembling, but as she spoke, every detail of the blackmail dragged her back into the same filthy desire.

I went down to the lobby wearing my jersey and came back up with a man who intended to fuck me in front of my husband.

The night before the flight, I slept bound between her legs, knowing that the next day my body would no longer be mine alone.

First came the cage; then the chains, the orders, and a filthy mattress where I learned just how much my body could endure.

All it took was seeing her collar to make me wet in the middle of my shift, but what she did to me in the bathroom was only the beginning.

The first time Lucía closed the door of that room, she thought she was finally choosing for herself. She was wrong.

I went for bread at dawn and ended up kneeling before a man who could read my fear, my desire, and the darkest part of my body.

He ordered me to wait naked, handcuffed, with a packed bag ready. I meant to say no, but my body had been begging for the opposite for weeks.

Every Friday, I was on duty at the bar, wearing my collar and ordered to open myself to anyone who wanted to use me.

When we entered her house, my partner still thought she was going to put my psychologist in her place; five minutes later, neither of us was in charge.

I wanted to play heroine on a rainy night, but when they cornered me in that alley I realized I’d provoked something far more dangerous.

When Diego lowered his gaze and nodded for the second time, I knew the business dinner was over and the real transaction was about to begin.

I thought I was only going to a hospital party, but I ended up on my knees before a mature man—and then my husband wanted to watch it all.

I heard them fucking in our bed until dawn, but the worst part wasn’t hearing her moan with him—it was discovering what I wanted too.

I went for twenty euros and the thrill of letting myself be used, but when I recognized that van, I knew the night was going out of control.

I arrived with the cage on, my feet burning and my mind surrendered; what my Mistress had prepared left me trembling before she even touched me.

I took him to my room thinking I was still in charge, but that siesta taught me—with fingers and cruelty—who really held the control.

When she opened the door, I was already trembling inside the cage, the plug in my ass and dinner untouched, waiting for her first order.

I left the waxing table burning, stood up by the app, and so horny that I ended up calling the person I least should have.