Humiliation

The age gap should have been a problem, not an invitation. But when she kicked off her shoes and looked at me from the sofa, I knew I’d obey every order.

Beatriz no longer resisted when I put the chain around her neck. I changed her name, her routine, and the way she saw herself.

I had been training submissive women online for years, but I never imagined that behind my new slave’s mask would be the face of the woman who lived right across the street.

I thought acting on my own would make her proud. I was wrong. The moment Renata walked in and saw what I’d done, I knew I’d be punished.

That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.

Lucía always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás waited on his knees with a cage between his legs.

I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.

I had three tubes of aloe vera and not a centimeter of unburned skin when my flatmate’s boyfriend came in with her keys and found me naked on the sofa.

Nando left my panties bunched around one ankle, and while Bruno held me against the sofa, I understood that that night I was the merchandise they both wanted to break in.

That night we agreed to do something different. I’d cook, open the door, and watch her enjoy another man. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d enjoy obeying.

That night I knelt while another man took my wife on the table. He thought he was the one in control; neither of them suspected what was really happening between us.

“Your cooperation is the only currency you have,” the message said. Mariana shut off the phone knowing she would obey again, just as she had before.

When she entered that club hidden behind a theology bookstore, Marlene knew her husband’s freedom would be paid for with every garment she shed before the judge.

When the guard called her number, the laughter died at once and a hundred eyes fixed on her: the only untouched beauty in a yard of concrete, sweat, and barbed wire.

I accepted the bet with laughter and wine. Twenty minutes later, he was taking a satin apron and gloves from the drawer, and I was no longer in charge of the house.

She opened the door expecting the usual bottle. Instead, he handed her a lace apron and a smile that left no room for refusal.

She put on the maid’s apron just to shut him up, never imagining it would awaken something she’d pretended for years not to feel.

Complaints about the noise ended in dinner. And dinner turned into something Daniel never imagined he would witness with his own eyes, in his own home.

He came to inspect the boiler and, between sips of coffee, made a proposition neither of them had dared say aloud.

At three in the morning, the first message arrived. A woman tied to an unfamiliar bed and a sentence that chilled my blood: “this beauty is your wife.”