The Truck Driver Collected My Debt on the Road
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 climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.
I woke with my hands tied in a dark room. I didn’t know how I got there. I did know I was investigating the wrong people.
Valentina put on the black dress at midnight. Two strangers rang the doorbell. Marcos knew what was going to happen and, even so, opened the door.
We had talked about it for months, as a fantasy. That night it stopped being fantasy. And sitting in that chair, I couldn’t look away for even a second.
Sergio left and Marcos took me to the pool. There was something in his look that wasn’t for Sofía. It was for me, and I shouldn’t have let it be that way.
There are clients who pay and think it gives them rights over your body. This is what I lived through for months as an escort and why I quit.
I opened the door expecting one man. There were two—and they brought a backpack with everything they needed to turn me into their toy for hours.
I tried them on one by one in front of the mirror, with him watching from the other side of the screen. It wasn’t fashion. It was pure control.
Rodrigo hung from the Pillar of the Condemned when Catalina crossed the threshold. Guard Nora already had her hand on her dagger. There were rules no one broke in that castle.
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.
Every morning I wake in my cage with the vibrators in place, waiting for Master to come down for me. Today will be a very long day.
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.
Some clients pay for pleasure, and some pay for power. I learned the difference too late, when I already had the scars to prove it.
For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.
I knew there would be consequences for being late. What I didn’t know was that Marcos had planned something far worse than punishment.
Hanging on tiptoe with his neck bitten by metal teeth, the captive awaited death when the healer found the gap between the order and mercy.