My First Patrol Ended in Punishment and Submission
I wanted to play heroine on a rainy night, but when they cornered me in that alley I realized I’d provoked something far more dangerous.
I wanted to play heroine on a rainy night, but when they cornered me in that alley I realized I’d provoked something far more dangerous.
The door was ajar, the candles were lit, and there was a note on the bed. Even so, I went in, undressed, and obeyed.
I closed the office door trembling; when she told me to take off my clothes, I knew she hadn’t forgotten anything about last time.
I went to the mall looking for a new costume. I ended up masturbating in a dressing room and facing a villainess who froze me at the worst possible moment.
When she appeared encased in that black suit, I knew I wasn’t paying for an ordinary hour, but to fulfill the obsession I’d hidden for years.
She looked at me as if she still knew me from the inside, and I had to pretend to be cold while my whole body remembered her hands.
It was enough to close the door, put on the lace, and switch on the light to stop being Damián. What he didn’t know was who was watching him from the other side.
I found a glass of wine, a black blindfold, and a heated text on the screen. I read it slowly and understood that that night my husband had decided to fulfill his greatest desire.
Before every take he put on the mask and stopped being himself. He knew she wouldn’t fake a single blow, and that was exactly what he paid for.
He never confessed that attraction. Until I saw her leaning at the bar, wrapped in synthetic fur, looking at me like a predator choosing prey.
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.
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.
I’d been married and bored for years when those four guys surrounded me on the dance floor. None of them guessed that, under the costume, I was more than ready to play along.
I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.
She accepted the invitation to pay her cheating boyfriend back in kind and chose the fine-featured zombie, not imagining what she would discover when she took off the costume.
I woke up naked beside a man who wasn’t my husband and, for the first time in years, I felt completely desired. He still wasn’t done with me.
We didn’t know how to get out of the water without making it obvious what we’d just done. What we couldn’t imagine was that the night had only just begun, and the neighbors’ party would change everything.
The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.
“Come at eleven to the north area of the parking lot. No words.” An anonymous note, a nun’s mask, and a woman who may not have been his waiting against the car.
Each email brought a new photo and a crueller line. I drank whiskey in front of the screen, not knowing whether the woman tied up was truly my wife.