Humiliation

I expected lies the night I confronted him. I didn’t expect to get wet imagining him on his knees, becoming what he had always wanted to be.

When I came out of the bathroom with the plug still inside me and my body shaved smooth, I knew that entire day belonged to her and her rules.

When they put me in that cell, I never imagined two strangers would turn it into the scene where I learned what it meant to surrender to desire and pleasure.

When I went into the kitchen she already had the lasagna in the oven and two glasses poured. I pressed her against the marble before she could set the dish down.

Adrián walked into that office as a senior analyst and knew, from the director’s smile, that he would leave as something else: something pretty, docile, and nameless.

Tied to her sofa, in a princess dress and with my face made up, I heard someone knock at the door. And I understood that night I would stop being only hers.

Octavio strutted naked around the pool like it was a trophy, never suspecting his wife and her friend already had a plan for that afternoon.

In front of the screen, with a cloth between my teeth so I wouldn’t scream, I obeyed every order from a man whose face I never saw. And I’d do it again.

I switch off the lamp, close my eyes, and let her voice on the other side of the wall set the rhythm of my hand. She’s not mine anymore, but I still come thinking of her.

I bought that toy out of sheer boredom. What I didn’t calculate was that the building manager would end up holding it in his hands, looking me in the eyes.

I know exactly what you do with one hand while holding the phone with the other. That’s why this letter is only for you, and you’ll obey every line.

In the school showers I always looked on the sly. That afternoon, on my way back from training, Mateo asked me the question I’d been waiting for for years.

When she asked me for coffee on my knees, I knew something between us had changed forever and there was no going back.

For years I had hidden the woman who screamed beneath my hands. That night, a widow and her maid discovered who really ruled that house.

He served dinner as usual, but this time she knelt beside the sofa. In that house, after the bankruptcy, their son imposed a new order.

She came downstairs expecting a cake and a chorus of congratulations. Instead she found twelve candles, two silent men, and a long-planned revenge.

I left home wearing the red thong and my heart racing: my uncle never called me in on a day off, and I already knew why.