Humiliation

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 accompany him, knowing I would 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 help her like a good neighbor. I came down as something very different, kneeling in her bathroom and obeying every word that came out of her mouth.

I went downstairs thinking it was just a harmless favor between neighbors. She greeted me with a smile that allowed 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 come down every time she called, ready to obey any order that 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.

I went into his room just to talk and ended up discovering something that woke every hormone in my body. Once he caught me, there was no pretending I didn’t want him.

I met her when I was twenty and desired her in silence for more than a decade. When she reappeared, I knew that this time simply looking at her wouldn’t be enough.

I had never paid attention to anyone’s feet until that hot afternoon when she stretched one toward me and asked, with a smile, if I dared to touch it.

For years I fantasized about serving a woman who wanted me at her feet. Renata didn’t pretend to dominate: she did it with a calm that left me breathless.

I watched him from before his failure. He said I was too perfect to walk in the mud, not knowing that sentence condemned him never to leave it.

His wife’s friend opened her legs in front of him, smiling, just to show him what he would never get to touch that night.

When he lingered half a second too long on her feet, I knew something inside me had broken. And, to my surprise, jealousy wasn’t the first thing I felt.

I crossed the threshold without underwear, just as she had ordered. What I didn’t know was that on the other side of the door, a face I knew far too well was waiting for me.

When I opened the door and saw her standing in the middle of the room, I knew that night’s lesson would never be forgotten: she had come back, and everything changed.

I had never paid for anyone’s attention, but that night, in front of the screen, her words reduced me to something I never imagined I would want to be.

I had nipple clamps biting into me and the chain taut in Adrián’s fingers. One word was enough to make everything stop. I didn’t say it.

I don’t know your name, but I know what’s waiting for you. I also thought it was love before I learned to obey every one of his orders.