Humiliation

When Bárbara let her sandal dangle from her toes, I knew I would obey her right there in the entrance, no matter who walked in.

Three days of putting up with her whims were enough: this time Renata wasn’t going to let a single thing slide, and Daniela was about to find out just how far her patience went.

Renata had been putting up with the second-floor neighbor’s looks for weeks. That afternoon she decided he and his wife would finally learn who ruled the building.

She had all the proof of everything on the desk. She could ruin me with one call. Instead, she locked the door and told me to kneel.

I blush just thinking that you’re going to read this, but he ordered me to: I must tell, without hiding anything, how I learned to kneel and give thanks.

I sent him two photos hidden in the bathroom to provoke him. His answer wasn’t praise: it was an order to open the drawer I always kept locked.

He was limping, sweating, and too scared to look at me. When I ordered him to remove the towel in front of his brother, I knew he’d do everything I said.

At twenty-nine she still had a good girl’s face, but that morning she walked into my office knowing exactly what she’d have to do for her father to sleep at home.

He always made the important decisions. So when he said he needed someone else in the house for those weeks, I knew it had already been decided.

I got off the bus in my flowered dress and with my head bowed; none of those tattooed women had any idea what they would turn me into before the first month was over.

I asked for it a thousand times without believing he would do it. That night, with the ropes tight and his voice in my ear, I learned there was no going back.

We connected for weeks through a screen, but what if none of that spark remained in person? Then I saw him cross the bar, and my body responded before my mind.

She was twenty days late and still wearing that same look of superiority. That night, she learned that in my house, rent could be paid another way.

I was coming back from surfing, my hair damp and my bikini still wet, when they made me stop. I had no idea that night would show me how far my desire could go.

Maite knew that when Andrés lowered his voice to that deep whisper, the decision had already been made—and all she had left to do was obey.

When she lowered her eyes to those white, sweaty sneakers, she knew she would obey anything that girl asked of her. And that was only the beginning.

My lover left me wanting more, but my husband knew exactly how to treat me: without romance, without mercy, like the submissive I am.

I sat in the center of the classroom pretending to be an unconscious patient. No one knew that, with every hand pinning me down, I was falling apart inside thinking of him.

She went up to her penthouse ready to kick the intruder out. She lowered her head when he ordered her to serve wine on her knees—and discovered that obedience could be pleasurable too.

I sat in that chair pretending to be in an emergency, but beneath the bra-less top my body only obeyed a voice not in the room: my master’s.