Punishment

The flyer promised guaranteed results. It didn’t say they would include restraints, electric shocks, and a year locked away with no way out. I signed anyway.

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.

Nadia and Sofía were on their way home from the biggest event of the year when darkness claimed them. On waking, only chains and another’s will remained.

We’d spent twenty years talking on Discord. When we finally met, she arrived in a latex dress with something in her bag that changed everything.

Four weeks of submission trials, and now the final: outlasting the other couple. Sofía had no intention of saying the safeword, no matter what it cost her.

Marco had spent a year kissing her feet in silence. The night he left to capture a rival, he returned as the sole master of the mansion.

There had been something in her eyes when she turned away that should have worried me. It wasn’t an annoyed neighbor’s anger. It was a promise.

It began in the university courtyard, when a punch left me breathless and I felt something beyond pain. After that, I couldn’t stop seeking it.

I came home without showering, wearing yesterday’s clothes and another man’s smell on my skin. Marcos knew it before I said a word.

I’d spent weeks wanting a body all to myself, without whims or a will of its own. The complex had exactly what I was looking for. I only had to choose carefully.

I had tried on the plaid skirt and the shirt knotted at my navel a hundred times in my head. That afternoon, with the house empty, I finally did it for real.

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 handed over the thong folded like a note, I knew there was no turning back. All that was left was to wait for Friday and open the envelope he would return to me in class.

She trained two slaves for months until they broke. When the buyer arrived, she had no idea the collar fit her neck perfectly.

When my husband shut the door at three and found me in the kitchen with tea between my fingers and black lace clinging to my body, I knew he wouldn’t stay silent.

Valeria sent me a lingerie photo before he arrived. Just wanted to warn you, she wrote. I stayed at the window, staring at her door.

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.

I left my Puppy at home with the cage on and drove to La Guarida. The annual liquidation promised exactly what I needed.

Two broken, grateful bodies, two black leather collars. Nadia thought she was the hunter. Until the buyer opened the briefcase.