I Asked My Mistress to Let the Wives Put Me in My Place
When Marta told me she’d found the four perfect women for my punishment, I knew there was no turning back. That same afternoon I signed the contract without reading half of it.
When Marta told me she’d found the four perfect women for my punishment, I knew there was no turning back. That same afternoon I signed the contract without reading half of it.
I’d rejected him a hundred times, called him the ugly duckling in front of everyone. When I opened my eyes, my wrists were hanging from a bar and he had a whip.
Camila was already on the bed when I walked in. She looked at me with that smile of someone who knows something you still don’t, and then the Master closed the door behind us.
When the air returned to my lungs and he turned on the red camera, I knew that night of domination had only just begun and I could no longer go back.
They tied me up in the park in broad daylight and no one came to help. They had planned it well—much better than I had.
They didn’t give him water in a cup. They poured it over her foot, and he had to lick it from the leather straps if he wanted to survive.
There was something in her eyes when she turned around that should have worried me. It wasn’t the anger of an irritated neighbor. It was a promise.
She had done nothing wrong, and he wanted to see her on her knees with a cloth in her hand. She would do it, because that was what she had chosen to be for him.
When I opened my eyes, my wrists were held above my head and I wasn’t wearing a thing. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he was smiling.
They meant to humiliate them in front of their children. They didn’t count on Beatriz’s black belt, or on Silvia always carrying rope in her bag.
I was tied to the table when he knelt in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d asked for something like that, but three men was a different level.
They promised me a transformation. What I found was a hell of submission, punishment, and humiliation where my body stopped being mine.
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.
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.
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.
By day I was the invisible wife I had always been. By night I wrote what I was too afraid to ask for. Then someone read it and decided to give it to me.
Mateo had told me about that estate weeks earlier, but nothing he said could prepare me for what Rodrigo and Esteban would do to me once we crossed the gate.
She had negotiated the terms by voice messages. The moment she crossed the house’s threshold, she knew the negotiation was over forever.
When he opened his eyes, he was pinned motionless to a cold table. Five women in white aprons surrounded him, and the leader held something that gleamed.