In Public

We had signed the contract knowing Saturday would be worse than Friday. What we couldn’t imagine was how far she intended to take us into the woods.

I hadn’t heard from her in months. Her call was an order, not an invitation: that night I would stop being a person and become her property.

That morning we only wanted to lose ourselves in each other. We didn’t count on the favorite walking in with her guards and a punishment already prepared.

She picked me up, pointed to her cheek for a kiss, and I understood the orders wouldn’t stay in the bedroom this time: they started in the car.

Damián accepted the challenge thinking of the thousand dollars. He never imagined he’d end up tied in the sand, watching his wife ride five strangers while he took electric shocks.

He stepped out from the bushes to shock the women runners. That night, the woman who screamed at him wasn’t scared: she was waiting for him.

I had spent a year swallowing his taunts in silence. That afternoon, when he grabbed my shirt to humiliate me, my hand found exactly where to squeeze.

I saw her bound to the cart, naked and silent, and instead of horror I felt envy. My godfather warned me there was no going back; I only wanted to know how to sign.

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 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.

She went down to the stage just to dance. When the leash holding that man dropped to the floor, I knew none of us would control what came next.

They went in looking for a new dildo and ended up kneeling in a dark booth, not knowing how many hands were touching her or how many mouths were waiting their turn.

When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.

She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.

She agreed to show them around the city, believing she was in control. She had no idea every dinner, every beach, and every misstep were part of a game designed for her alone.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

I let them walk ahead so I could stare without pretending otherwise. I never imagined that, before noon, they would beckon me from behind the palm trees.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.

That swimsuit barely covered them, and each day the pool showed a little more skin. No one suspected how far the neighbors would go when the last garment fell.