Submission

When Diego lowered his gaze and nodded for the second time, I knew the business dinner was over and the real transaction was about to begin.

I thought I was only going to a hospital party, but I ended up on my knees before a mature man—and then my husband wanted to watch it all.

I went for twenty euros and the thrill of letting myself be used, but when I recognized that van, I knew the night was going out of control.

I arrived with the cage on, my feet burning and my mind surrendered; what my Mistress had prepared left me trembling before she even touched me.

I sucked his cock under the table, never imagining it was only the beginning of a night in which I’d be displayed for everyone.

When she opened the door, I was already trembling inside the cage, the plug in my ass and dinner untouched, waiting for her first order.

I tied his wrists so I could take charge for the first time, but as he obeyed, I discovered that the real control wasn't mine.

She came seeking help for her anxiety and ended up trembling before a man who seemed to read her body better than her mind.

She was asleep in bed. I left the bathroom with my towel knotted around me, crossed the hall, and found him waiting as if he knew I’d come looking for him.

I thought I was only repeating an uncomfortable scene, but when she ordered me to pull down my trousers, I knew I was already lost.

She saw me get hard staring at her feet, smiled as if she already owned me, and made me follow her to the parking lot without letting me think.

I closed the door, put on my shortest dress, and decided to obey every rule that aroused me—even if I ended up trembling alone on the sofa.

I thought they were only going to search me when I arrived, but the supervisor closed the door, looked me over, and I knew I’d be obeying that night.

I heard the moans as I passed through the hall. The door was ajar, and I couldn’t look away. Nor could I stay still.

I invited him to our table to help my husband, but when he closed the door, I knew I had let the enemy into our bed.

She made me strip before I went inside, and when I saw the other three women looking at me and laughing, I knew I was going to become their toy.

I trembled before the cross, unsure whether I would flee or spread my legs wider when his deep voice ordered me to obey.

I came home furious, disrespected my wife, and saw her slipper slip from her foot. That was when I knew the night no longer belonged to me.

I restrained her to stop her beating another woman, only to end up on my knees, aching, aroused, and completely at the mercy of her smile.

Every hour I obeyed the same order in the bathroom, and with each repetition my body demanded something dirtier and more intense.