Oral

I learned his schedule, the sound of his boots, the exact moment he took off his shirt because of the heat. What I didn’t know was how far that obsession would take me.

—Tonight you don’t serve me with your hands —she said, lifting her skirt while I remained on my knees, waiting for the only order that truly mattered.

She told her grandfather she was leaving, but she never even exited the building: Sonia was waiting at the end of the hall with five unwashed old men and a promise that made her tremble.

It had been two weeks since anyone had used me the way I needed, so I put on the easiest dress to remove and went to the only place where no one would ever say no to me.

That afternoon, she walked through the curtain into the back room knowing she would obey every order, however degrading, without anyone forcing her to.

She went down those clinic stairs knowing she would not leave as the same woman: three pairs of hands were waiting to remind her what she really was.

I ordered him to stay on his knees and not move. What came after taught him that with me, obedience isn’t an option: it’s the only rule there is.

When we close the bedroom door, we stop being the proper couple everyone knows. In there there are no limits, only the ones we set in order to break them.

We hadn’t touched each other in two weeks. That afternoon, with the house finally empty, I discovered that the smell of his sleeping body could turn me into another woman.

She entered the half-ruined market looking for evidence for a complaint and found four men ready to use her like no one ever had.

I had asked her for one simple condition, and when she walked through the door, I knew from her look that she had chosen to obey me completely.

She cranked the heat all the way up so none of them would stop sweating. She wanted them to arrive tired, dirty, and hungry to do to her all the things no one dared ask for.

I’d spent a week sending him photos to drive him wild. When he came back, I learned my punishment for impatience would be getting on my knees and waiting with my tongue out.

For years I accepted to please them, then ran to the bathroom to spit it out. With him I discovered that the barrier I struggled most to break was also the one hiding the most pleasure.

It started as a game with a costume and tall boots, but it ended with me on my knees at three in the morning, unable to satisfy what he awakened in me.

It’s two in the afternoon, I’ve been stroking him for hours, and I still haven’t given him permission to cum. Today I’m in charge, and he’s learning to wait.

I couldn’t resist the thong smelling of her whole day: I climbed into bed ready to taste her while she slept, not knowing she’d been waiting awake for me.

“I’m your lady and I order you to stay still,” she whispered. I had survived three combat missions, but nothing had prepared me to obey her.

I only wanted to sit in the dim light and touch myself for a while. I didn’t expect a complete stranger three seats away to make me lose my mind.

I went down to the study that night only to discover the plan they had for me. And instead of running, I knelt and said yes to everything.