Humiliation

I went to visit my submissive, but it was her maid who opened the door. Something in her look made me forget exactly why I’d come.

They asked to be marked. Valeria spoke first. Cristina nodded. What came after the flame was unlike anything they had imagined.

Her trousers traced every curve as she crossed the courtyard under that May sun. Magdalena knew they were looking. What she didn’t know was what two of them were planning.

The whole campus envied the guy Rebeca’s group had taken in. No one knew what it would cost him to belong to them.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

When they moved into the building, my gray life found a focal point. What I didn’t expect was that point would end up consuming me completely.

I came to Madrid to make beds and mop floors. No one warned me I’d also learn to kneel before two women who would decide everything about me.

We never talked about it, never discussed it. He came in her and turned his head toward me. That was enough to know what I was supposed to do.

I was the impeccable stepmother, the woman who made the rules. But when my stepson appeared naked before me, I knew my rules were made of paper.

We’d been married for twenty years, and then she started going to the gym, changing her clothes, checking her phone in the bathroom. Something was off. I decided to find out.

The creature isn’t hunting you. It only watches you run and waits for you to run out of strength. It has known from the beginning how this ends.

When I reviewed the footage from the cameras she didn’t know existed, I saw my wife with him. In our bed. And instead of getting furious, I felt something dark I hadn’t expected.

In everyday life nobody walks all over me. But when the lights go out and he looks at me like that, I disappear. I only exist to do what he orders.

Marcos signed the contract without reading it. By the time they locked him under the Club Ónix toilet, it was too late to turn back.

When I crossed the dungeon’s threshold, she held out her hand for me to kiss. Then she pointed to the floor. I knew the night would be long.

She came into the study with a look that left no room for questions. She ordered me to strip. Her meeting started in twenty minutes, and I was going to be her entertainment.

She was washing dishes in rubber gloves when the other woman whispered in her ear how much she’d enjoyed her husband.

I thought facing an untrained woman would be easy. Her first bear hug erased that idea from my mind forever.

Thirty-one points. ELARA’s voice was already waiting for him: “Wake up, sweetheart. Today you still won’t be the man you’ve spent years believing yourself to be.”