Humiliation

I wanted him to understand that no title or promotion means anything when he’s naked on my tiles, waiting for me to decide what he’s worth.

He spat at the sorceress while two slaves held him down. She smiled, licked the contempt from his cheek, and promised to turn him into her next masterpiece.

He stood with his legs open and his hands behind his back, trembling. He had spent months dreaming of that moment, and she still hadn’t even looked at him.

They threw him naked into the mud among beasts, and the masked overseer smiled: she knew exactly how long it would take the baron to beg on his knees for a piece of meat.

The moment I crossed the doorway he ordered me to get ready, and I knew that for two months I would stop being a woman and become his most obedient mare.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

I woke up bound, gagged, and blind, not knowing where I was or how much time had passed. I knew only one thing: the woman I had been no longer existed.

He thought it would be the easiest job of his life: a single man, defenseless, turned away. He didn’t count on those same hands deciding his ruin.

He crossed walls no one had ever breached, sword in hand, to kill her. She only snapped her fingers, and the hero learned who truly ruled that throne.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

He came into my living room convinced no game of dominance could touch him. I gave him a safeword and warned him he’d be begging to use it.

He had spent years exposing himself to women runners in the park without consequence. The night he chose the wrong woman, he discovered how far punishment can go.

He went into the bar looking for cheap company. He came out on his knees in an alley, discovering that pleasure and humiliation could be the same thing.

He thought he would be the one in charge that night. The moment he crossed the door, the ropes were ready and their smiles were anything but innocent.

When the door opened again, Rubén realized that the previous night had only been the beginning of what those women planned to do to him.

I had spent the whole night waiting for her, tied to the bed in that house, knowing she would return on Sunday to finish what we had started.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the laborers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

When the bathroom door flew open, I understood that Adrián hadn’t taken me there to be alone. And the most disturbing thing was how much I wanted it.

“A woman like you is worth thousands for one night,” Ingrid said as she fastened the leash around my neck and dragged me inside the club.