Humiliation

When the elevator door opened and I saw the apartment door ajar, I knew there would be no rules this time. And part of me had been craving that for days.

He shut the room door with all my clothes in his hands and left me on my knees, naked, with one order: “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

When he had us go up on the stage and people started betting on what we were wearing under our dresses, I knew the luxury party was no longer normal.

I said I had heartbreak just so someone would look at me. I didn’t expect two strangers to take my cure so seriously… or for me to let them.

She pulled my pants down in the middle of the path without a word, and I understood that afternoon my body didn’t belong to me, but to her.

For months he forced me to obey in his bed. When I finally spoke, I never imagined justice would repay every blow by turning him into what he hated most.

I went out alone to explore the northern area and a blow to the back of my head changed everything. I woke up surrounded by strangers, naked and with no escape.

I didn’t tie her hands to restrain her. I tied them so she’d understand, before anything happened, that tonight her body no longer belonged to her.

It was raining, so we went up to my place and let chance choose our game. Neither of us imagined it would end with her naked and begging in my ropes.

I promised myself it would only be a quick visit to the neighborhood. When I woke in the middle of the night, she was still beside me, immaculate, but something had changed forever.

In the bathroom, a black-and-white dress, women’s underwear, and heels were waiting for me. He only said: undress and get dressed. I obeyed without knowing what I would become.

The gym stud who humiliated me in front of half the gym wrote me from a dating app fifty meters from my place. Fifteen minutes later, he was ringing my doorbell.

I had told her about my fixation on trans women, but I never thought she’d agree to sit there on that sofa and watch another woman put me on my knees.

When I opened my eyes, she was still inside me. I had no idea how long I’d slept—only that Soledad was smiling like someone who knows you have nowhere left to run.

I locked the door and became someone else in the mirror. I didn’t count on him having a copy of the key.

I walked into that apartment with my bag full of lingerie and walked out transformed into something else: the obedient little puppy of two men.

The rule was simple: keep the mask on, no talking. What Marcos didn’t know was who he was touching on his knees in my living room.

When I looked at myself in the hotel mirror, mascara smeared and marks on my neck, I knew no lie would be enough when I got home.

The skirt was torn, her lips swollen, and she smelled like a man who wasn’t me. The worst part wasn’t seeing her like that: it was what she ordered me to do next.

The message came from an unknown number: triple pay to keep him company on Christmas Eve. I put on the red dress, the impossible heels, and crossed the city not knowing what waited for me.