Submission

He stood with his legs open 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 mud among beasts, and the masked overseer smiled: she knew exactly how long it would take the baron to beg on his knees 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 breached, sword in hand, to kill her. She only snapped her fingers, and the hero learned 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 into my living room convinced no game of dominance could touch him. I gave him a safeword and warned him he’d be begging 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 would be the one in charge that night. The moment he crossed the door, the ropes were ready and their smiles were anything but innocent.

When the door opened again, Rubén realized that the previous night had only been the beginning of what those women planned to do to him.

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

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the laborers 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.