Punishment

It took only her catching me on my knees beside her bed for friendship to break and something else to begin: obeying every one of her whims without a word.

When she grabbed my arm on the way out, I understood she wasn’t looking for an apology. She was looking for a slave, and I was already on my knees before she asked.

I woke up tied to the leather bench, naked and gagged, and understood that the session wasn’t meant to cure me: it was meant for them to have their fun with me.

She came back from training still in uniform, looked down at me from above, and I understood that afternoon that something between us was going to change forever.

I held it in all afternoon, thinking about the exact moment I’d walk through that door and he’d understand, once again, what he was there for.

I went into the bedroom and found the dresser drawers empty of lace and full of men’s clothes. That night she learned she no longer got a say.

Many people ask me where my fetish for rubber gloves comes from. Almost nobody knows the answer. It started one Friday, in my aunt’s room, with the door locked.

I found her panties folded on the top step, still warm, and knew it was no accident: it was an order I had to obey on my knees.

She arrived in the arena like a semiprofessional with perfect manners. Three lessons later, she was the one putting the crop in my hand and telling me not to go easy.

When I saw the video on her phone, I knew there was no way back: my neighbor knew exactly what she wanted from me, and I had fallen into her trap.

He blocked me everywhere and came back with a “decent” girlfriend. Fatal mistake: nobody takes a woman’s favorite toy away without paying for it.

When I found one of her shoes forgotten in the changing room, I should have left it there. Instead, I crossed half the city to return it, and everything went wrong.

She knew what they had agreed to, but no words prepared her for what she would feel when she crossed that door and the room closed behind her.

For a year she dreamed of the day she could return every deceit. On Día de Muertos, an obsidian amulet gave her exactly that.

When I opened the door and saw her standing in the middle of the room, I knew that night’s lesson would never be forgotten: she had come back, and everything changed.

I had nipple clamps biting into me and the chain taut in Adrián’s fingers. One word was enough to make everything stop. I didn’t say it.

The message came at dusk: report at 1:45, black dress, no jewelry, no handbag. The rest, you will obey. It was the only currency I had left.

I stared at her from the bar until our eyes met. I didn’t know yet that that night she would call me “sir” and do everything I ordered.

Beside the open coffin, while everyone pretended to mourn, Mariana could think only of those two men’s hands and what they would do to her that night.