Humiliation

The queen ordered him hydrated, but Sofia emptied the goblet over her own foot. He licked every drop from her instep, trembling with thirst and humiliation.

The boy from the neighborhood looked me up and down without shame while I tried to keep my voice from trembling. I was forty-six, with a son to save.

We needed the money. So we signed without reading the fine print of a contract that would keep us in Prague six weeks longer than planned.

Every Friday, Marcos crossed our threshold knowing he wouldn’t be himself again until Sunday. The collar, the cage, and the dress were waiting for him.

The key to my cage hung between her breasts all night, gleaming whenever she leaned over to laugh with her friends. All I could do was serve.

They meant to humiliate them in front of their children. They didn’t count on Beatriz’s black belt, or on Silvia always carrying rope in her bag.

I woke up bound in a room with rings in the walls and two women ready to make me talk. They made one mistake: they left me alone with their own instruments.

I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.

Valeria came out of the bathroom in a black dress that hugged every curve. It was midnight. Two men were about to ring the doorbell. And I already knew where I would sit.

Nine hours until my flight and there wasn’t a single bed free in the whole airport. Then she looked at me from her table and asked, “Do you feel like sitting with me?”

I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.

When I arrived at the apartment, I was expecting nothing but photos. I had no idea that two brothers were waiting in that room with a very different proposition.

When Elena opened the doors, the smell of burned flesh reached her before the sight. Two broken bodies, a filthy job, and a guard determined to stop it.

I woke up cuffed to the ceiling in a room full of whips and rings. Two women meant to break me. No one warned them I learn fast.

Rodrigo crawled behind her heels through the castle halls, naked and with the collar biting his throat. That was the queen’s breakfast.

What began as a shared game became something neither of us had foreseen: a man who arrived as a guest and stayed with everything.

I had been locked in the cage for three weeks when Valeria invited her friends to dinner. I was going to be the entertainment.