Humiliation

For years I exposed myself in the window while no one mattered, until the night I crossed the street barefoot to kneel before the only man who dared to truly look at me.

When he looked in the mirror, he no longer recognized himself: blonde wig, red corset, heels. And she, smoking on the sofa, was waiting for him with a smile he had never seen before.

Many people ask me where my fetish for rubber gloves comes from. Almost nobody knows the answer. It started one Friday, in my aunt’s room, with the door locked.

I’d written that it would be my first time submitting. I never imagined the first thing she’d do when she opened the door would be slap me and order me to kneel.

I didn’t let you lift your face until you understood that, while you’re behind me, my mouth and nose belong to me and you’ll use them however I order.

He knew he was going to lose before they even started. But giving in right away gave him nothing: the pleasure was in resisting, in forcing the other to wrench victory from him with bites under the full moon.

I found her panties folded on the top step, still warm, and knew it was no accident: it was an order I had to obey on my knees.

My adrenaline surged just thinking about it: going out at night to a remote area and letting men I didn’t know use me however they wanted. I knew the risks.

She left them folded on the sink, still carrying her scent, with a note: “Today you wear these.” I knew the afternoon was going to be long.

Nuria came to the office hoping to be cured of her lust; she left after teaching the young doctor that some fires aren’t cured — they’re obeyed.

I read the name on the corpse tag and my heart skipped a beat: it was her, the same girl who had humiliated me for six years. And now she was still, at my mercy.

When I saw the video on her phone, I knew there was no way back: my neighbor knew exactly what she wanted from me, and I had fallen into her trap.

She entered the half-ruined market looking for evidence for a complaint and found four men ready to use her like no one ever had.

I agreed to go with him on the trip, knowing I’d be his woman for a few days. What I didn’t know was that my body was already part of the deal.

She cranked the heat all the way up so none of them would stop sweating. She wanted them to arrive tired, dirty, and hungry to do to her all the things no one dared ask for.

I went up to offer help like a good neighbor. I came down something very different, kneeling in her bathroom and obeying every word that came from her mouth.

I went down to her place thinking it was just another favor between neighbors. She greeted me with a smile that took no questions and an order I couldn’t refuse.

The first time she put the collar on me, I knew there was no turning back: I would go down every time she called, ready to obey whatever order came out of her mouth.

He blocked me everywhere and came back with a “decent” girlfriend. Fatal mistake: nobody takes a woman’s favorite toy away without paying for it.

When I found one of her shoes forgotten in the changing room, I should have left it there. Instead, I crossed half the city to return it, and everything went wrong.