Punishment

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.

When she caught me in her room with the slipper in my hand, her look mixed surprise with something darker. That day changed everything between us.

When she opened her eyes, it took her three seconds to understand where she was. She was tied up, naked, hanging from the ceiling. And she had asked for it herself.

They grabbed me from behind before I saw it coming. In seconds I was on my knees in broad daylight, with the whole park watching.

Nadia had two perfect slaves, half a million dollars agreed upon, and a victorious smile. She never imagined Viktor would bring the collar for her.

Crossing my legs at just the right moment was all it took for him to stop pretending he wasn’t looking at me. The rest was only a matter of time.

The queen ordered him hydrated, but Sofia emptied the goblet over her own foot. He licked every drop from her instep, trembling with thirst and humiliation.

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 woke up bound in a room with rings in the walls and two women ready to make me talk. They made one mistake: they left me alone with their own instruments.