Punishment

Under the golden light of the estate, she smiled while counting the money. She had no idea the next black leather collar was meant for her own neck.

She called from the bathroom with the tap running so no one would hear her. She heard “domination,” “submission,” “a year with no way out.” And she signed anyway.

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.

I crossed the ocean with my two possessions to make Venice their cage. Beneath their brocade dresses, two motors vibrated to the rhythm of my thumb.

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.

We arrived at the meeting ready to hear reproaches. No one warned us that that afternoon we’d be the ones doing the teaching.

I saw the videos: women strapped to machines, electric shocks, lashes while they ran. And still I dialed the number. My will was spent.

Selena had spent months molding them into perfect pets. What she didn’t expect was for the buyer to arrive with a third collar under his arm.

When the blonde’s heels echoed down the corridor and the chain pulled at his collar, Adrián knew he was about to learn what it meant to be property.

When I faked the fainting spell, they knew they had me. But it was exactly then that the balance of power changed hands and the hook began looking for another body.

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.

When the Master told her they were going out that day, something in Luna’s chest tightened. Not from fear, but from the anticipation only she knew.

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.