Humiliation

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 running and marks on my neck, I knew no lie would be enough when I got home.

Her skirt was torn, her lips swollen, and she smelled of 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.

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 along the pool’s edge like he was a prize, 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.