Submission

Every morning I spied on him from the window without admitting it. That rainy afternoon he showed up at my door soaked, and I knew there was no way to keep pretending nothing was happening.

We had never gone beyond a polite greeting, but that soaked afternoon, trapped by the rain in his shop, everything changed with a single message on my phone.

That Friday he got into the car with a suitcase and some boxes I didn’t understand. Inside wasn’t work: it was the gift that would finally let me be who I’d always been.

I had spent half a year clinging to a memory and to my nights alone. On Friday I took off my panties at a rest stop and drove the rest of the way shaking.

For months he forced her to kneel in the dark. He never imagined that one day it would be his own wife begging for mercy on camera.

They thought they were paying a price for one night. Ariadna discovered something else: being in charge felt too good to ever go back.

We had signed the contract knowing Saturday would be worse than Friday. What we couldn’t imagine was how far she intended to take us into the woods.

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

They stepped onto the stage certain it would be nothing more than a humiliating dance. None of them imagined how far the girls were willing to go that end-of-course afternoon.

I got out of the shower and there she was, looking between my legs with that smile I already knew. She knew exactly where to press to make me stop arguing and start obeying.

Ten years after their last goodbye, he looked at her over coffee and knew exactly how he would help her. And what he would demand in return.

They had warned her there would be no mercy on the second day. What she didn’t know was how far the two ladies in the white room were willing to take her.

I told her to choose where to put the depilatory cream on me. I never imagined she’d point to the exact place that would hurt me most.

I knew it was dangerous to be alone with her in the boiler room, but when she tied my wrists to the wall and brushed my skin with her fangs, I didn’t want her to stop.

He thought parading around half-naked would rattle her. What he didn’t expect was to learn that night, the hard way, who really held the power in that house.

When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.

If I came at the exact second, she’d let me do it. If I failed, she promised a punishment I’d spent weeks fearing and craving in equal measure.

Bruno thought he had control over everything: his girlfriend, his lover, and his pride between his legs. He had no idea that night he’d lose all three at once.

I tied him with a thin strap around everything he cared about, and when I pulled for the first time, I knew that night would be mine from start to finish.

She showed him her phone with trembling hands. It wasn’t a message from another boy: it was a list of searches that confessed everything she’d kept hidden for years.

I knew the rules: one hour, no agreed limits, four against me. What I didn’t know was how much I’d enjoy losing control in their hands.

We’d gone a month without daring anything more, until she picked another domination film and asked me, with that smile, if I wanted to do it for real.

I invited him to teach me how to defend myself. By the time my father returned, my uncle would already have learned that one gesture from me was enough to put him on his knees.

I confessed to Bianca why her boyfriend would never fully satisfy her, and she revealed a secret identical to mine. That same week we invited them both over.

It had been months since I’d heard from her. Her call was an order, not an invitation: that night I would stop being a person and become her property.

That morning we only wanted to lose ourselves in each other. We didn’t count on the favorite walking in with her guards and a punishment already prepared.

I walked through the door expecting a normal party. I found a patio full of girls in bikinis, no other men, and a hostess with a smile that wasn’t kind.

Two chairs with holes in the middle, a rope with a knot, and two men tied up not knowing if the next round would be theirs. The game was about to begin.

When the closet door closed and we were left in the dark, I felt her hand slide up my leg. We only had ten minutes.

One phrase was enough for her to climb onto the bed, rest her heel on his chest, and tell him that tonight he’d have to earn every touch.

The first time he made me lower my head while he fucked me, I thought I’d resist. I didn’t. And I discovered how much I liked stopping myself from deciding.

I’ve always had a strange fixation. That afternoon I decided my best friend would be the first to obey me, on his knees and with nothing to hide.

We had signed the agreement and chosen a safeword, but nothing prepared me for the moment his shadow rose from the tunnel and I no longer knew what was play.

I was always the confident one of the two. But with cold handcuffs on my wrists and her new smile over me, I understood I was no longer the one in charge.

Every time I’m alone in the house, I repeat the same ritual. And every time, it gets harder to tell the game from what I truly long to be.

I thought my secret was safe behind a half-open door. I never imagined she’d end up holding my fate clenched in her fist.

I thought surviving ten kicks would be easy. I didn’t count on her enjoying every one of them, or on how much I’d end up enjoying them too.

She locked the storehouse door and slipped the key ring into her apron. Only then did I understand that afternoon wasn’t going to end with a lecture.

When her boyfriend left after slamming the door, she stood in my kitchen, barefoot, waiting for me to speak the first word of her new life.

Every time I slacked off, I paid for it with nettles, lashes, and her muddy boots. Worst of all was that part of me was already waiting for the next punishment.

She picked me up, pointed to her cheek for a kiss, and I knew the orders wouldn’t stay in the bedroom this time: they started the moment I got in her car.

I arrived in a red top and black skirt, without underwear, knowing that once I crossed that door I would no longer belong to myself.

He’d been tied to her desire for a month. That night, Selene would decide when, how, and how much it hurt before finally letting him let it all out.

Before every take he put on the mask and stopped being himself. He knew she wasn’t going to fake a single blow, and that was exactly what he paid for.

Ámbar had accepted the master’s rules: no pleasure until they returned from the trip. What he didn’t know was which of the two women would have the last word.

At first I only watched from the crack: naked men, tied up, begging for more punishment from the woman laughing over them. Until she held out her hand to me.

One slip and a few cruel laughs were enough for him to discover that shame, far from hurting, was igniting something new and dark inside him.

I found my friend trembling in the bathroom at that dinner. When I asked who had left her like that, I never imagined she’d say the name of our most feared professor.

Every Christmas we hid our secret under modest clothing. This year I opened the door with my wife kneeling and bound in the living room, waiting for the guests.

I caught him masturbating alone and should have run out in shame. Instead I stayed, barefoot before him, waiting for him to tell me what to do with my body.

I pulled my pants down thinking no one could see me. When I stumbled and fell into the sand, two pairs of eyes were already watching me with a smile that promised nothing good.

The message had three lines: “In thirty minutes. Undress before you come in.” And the most feared commander at headquarters knew she was his again.

When I walked into that attic with the ropes hanging from the beams, I understood that night would no longer belong to me.

She kept the card for weeks, telling herself she would never go. One Friday afternoon, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she put on her best dress and walked through that door.

She walked through the empty classrooms with a folder under her arm and a steel ruler in her hand, not imagining that three bullies would learn to fear the sound of metal that night.

When they switched my red collar for a green one, I knew there was no one left to stop those fangs sinking into the most sensitive part of my body.

I saw her tied to the cart, naked and silent, and instead of horror I felt envy. My godfather warned me there was no going back; I only wanted to know how to sign up.

Adrián woke tied to the gurney in the infirmary, with swollen testicles and three women deciding how much pain he deserved that night.

She made me kneel in the center of the basement, fastened the collar around my neck, and smiled: that night she meant to prove, once again, which of us was the weaker sex.

When I woke broken in the marble bed, I knew there was only one person in the world who could make me feel loved: the man who taught me to crave pain.

Surrounded by vampires in that old slaughterhouse, with the green collar choking my neck, I understood my body no longer belonged to me. I could only beg for a few more days.

When old Aníbal got hard in the tub and made his usual remark, I knew it was time to apply Rosa’s advice.

I’d never confessed that attraction. Until I saw her leaning at the bar, wrapped in synthetic fur, looking at me like a predator choosing its prey.

The clause was clear: once inside, no pleading would stop what they had planned for her. And yet she signed, with her panties wet.

She felt the gaze before she saw it: someone was watching her naked among the lockers. When she yanked the door open, the hunter became the prey.

At the club gym, after the final circuit, Daniela and Roxana discovered that sport wasn’t the only thing they were good at doing together.

She handcuffed me in my swim trunks on a false accusation, but when she squeezed me to force a confession, she discovered pain didn't scare me. And she needed someone like that.

I stepped through the door and heard nothing. That silence meant only one thing: tonight my Mistress was in no mood for games, and I was going to pay for every minute of her bad temper.

I crossed the hotel door knowing that night I would stop being me. Three strangers were waiting with a poured drink and no intention of handling me gently.

I wanted him to understand that no title or promotion means anything when he’s naked on my tiles, waiting for me to decide what he’s worth.

He spat at the sorceress while two slaves held him down. She smiled, licked the contempt from his cheek, and vowed to make him her next masterpiece.

He stood with his legs spread and his hands behind his back, trembling. He had spent months dreaming of that moment, and she still hadn’t even looked at him.

They threw him naked into the muck among beasts, and the masked overseer smiled: she knew exactly how long it would take before the baron knelt begging for a piece of meat.

The moment I crossed the doorway he ordered me to get ready, and I knew that for two months I would stop being a woman and become his most obedient mare.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

I woke up bound, gagged, and blind, not knowing where I was or how much time had passed. I knew only one thing: the woman I had been no longer existed.

He thought it would be the easiest job of his life: a single man, defenseless, turned away. He didn’t count on those same hands deciding his ruin.

He crossed walls no one had ever conquered to drive his sword into her. She only snapped her fingers, and the hero discovered who truly ruled that throne.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

He came to my living room believing no act of domination could handle him. I gave him a safeword and warned him he’d beg to use it.

He had spent years exposing himself to women runners in the park without consequence. The night he chose the wrong woman, he discovered how far punishment can go.

He went into the bar looking for cheap company. He came out on his knees in an alley, discovering that pleasure and humiliation could be the same thing.

He thought he’d be the one in control that night. The moment he crossed the door, the ropes were already waiting and their smiles were anything but innocent.

When the door opened again, Rubén understood the night before had only been the beginning of what those women meant to do to him.

I’d spent the whole night waiting for her, tied to the bed in that house, knowing that on Sunday she would come back to finish what we’d started.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the workers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.

I went downstairs dressed to serve them drinks, but everyone in that room knew the real prize of the game wasn’t on the table—it was in their hands.

I lifted my dress step by step while they followed me up the stairs. By the time we reached my room, there was nothing left to hide.

We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

When the bathroom door flew open, I understood that Adrián hadn’t taken me there to be alone. And the most disturbing thing was how much I wanted it.

I was looking for silence and a garden. What I found was an entire family ready to share me, one after another, without any of them knowing about the others.

They arrived at six sharp, kissed me one by one as soon as they walked in, and I knew that night I wouldn’t be the one setting the rules.

“A woman like you is worth thousands for one night,” Ingrid said as she fastened the leash around my neck and dragged me inside the club.

We gave her red lingerie and the promise of a night without rules. That very night, among strangers’ bodies, my shy Camila stopped asking permission.

She came down the stairs in a black dress that barely covered her, and the two guests realized that dinner was about to be unlike any other.

I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.

Five men, an empty bus, and a route that veered off course. I recognized every face and knew that night I wasn’t getting home early.

I walk in wearing the shortest skirt I own and high heels. They’re already on the sofa, waiting for me with their hands ready. And I, nervous, sit right in the middle.

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

She told her husband she’d sleep at a friend’s house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening to the line forming outside.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers watch everything.

When he blindfolded me in the doorway, all I felt was a drop slowly running between my thighs and my heart about to burst out of my chest.

She trusted her blindly, which is why she didn’t ask where they were going when the car left the highway and headed for the coast with the professor in the back seat.

They left the club at two in the morning. Renata had no idea the real show that night was playing on a screen at the foot of the bed.

They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.

“Normally now you’d have to kneel and wait in silence,” she said as she fastened the collar on me. She didn’t know I’d be the one ending up in charge.

She locked the door and slipped the key into her pocket. “From now on you do what I say,” she whispered, and part of me, tired of deciding, wanted to obey.

We arrived at our aunt’s house to keep her company for the weekend. That night, the three of us in the same bed, she asked us a question that changed everything: could we keep a secret?

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

Twenty years separated Mariana from her teacher, but when that hand paused on her hip during rehearsal, she knew she was being looked at differently.

We’d been writing to each other every morning and every night for a month and a half. When I finally saw her sitting at that table, I knew neither of us would sleep alone.

Beatriz no longer resisted when I put the chain around her neck. I changed her name, her routine, and the idea she had of herself.

I thought I had her cornered against the wall. It took me a second to understand that the only one trapped in that empty house was me.

Two glasses of wine, a silk robe, and the doorbell at ten p.m. It was Ernesto, and that look in his eyes said he hadn’t come to ask for sugar.

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.

I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.

I had accepted his dominance games before. But what he asked me that night on the phone was unlike anything before. And still, I didn’t hang up.

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.

I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.

I knelt before her on the patio floor, her sneakers in my hands and her gaze fixed on me. The taste was the least of it.

When she opened the bag in the parking lot, Diego understood that this afternoon was not going to end the way he had imagined.

The gas was almost invisible, but its effects were not. In seconds, the uniform stopped being armor and became something that burned the skin from the inside.

My friends don’t understand why I go back to that nowhere village every year. If they saw what’s in my gallery, they wouldn’t need to ask.

When Saya opened her eyes in the darkness, the first thing she felt was the cold steel on her wrists and Nadia’s breath inches from her face.

Four men paid to use me in a storehouse. My daughter controlled the door. That night I stopped being who I was.

When I walked into that bar and heard her introduce herself, something inside me collapsed. It wasn’t desire. It was absolute surrender.

When I saw the man coming up the path, he squeezed my head harder. He wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to.

I’d spent months fantasizing about surrendering to someone who knew how to take control. I never imagined I’d find him on a Friday at a bar.

Four glasses of wine in, Rodrigo started talking. What came out of his mouth that night changed the rules between them forever.

We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.