Humiliation

Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She opened it anyway. And what she found destroyed her in two ways.

I was tied to the table when he knelt in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d asked for something like that, but three men was a different level.

It was only a rehab exercise, but when Sofía pressed her hips against my legs and pulled my arms, I knew something was going to go wrong.

When I invited her to my apartment, I thought I’d be in control. Her gaze changed the moment I closed the door, and I knew I was wrong.

I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.

I opened the door expecting one man. There were two. And they brought a duffel bag with everything needed to turn me into their toy for hours.

They promised me a transformation. What I found was a hell of submission, punishment, and humiliation where my body stopped being mine.

I knew before I left what I was going to do. I got into the first truck that stopped and understood that day wasn’t going to end soon.

They presented her to the house like one more of them, but when the Master’s bedroom door closed behind her, Elena knew nothing had prepared her for this.

I had accepted his dominance games before. But what he asked me that night on the phone was unlike anything before. And still, I didn’t hang up.

I didn’t clean them off. I left the hotel with his cum between my toes and walked the whole city like that, feeling that I was his with every step.

When I hung up the phone, my hands were shaking. A clinic of extreme discipline. A year locked away, no way out. And I had said yes.