Submission

Before, she argued politics and read the classics. Now she sits on his lap and waits, smiling, for the next whim of the man who transformed her.

A single comment at the office was enough for him to decide his wife would go under the knife. Not for the baby: so he could remain the sole owner of her body.

I arrived trembling at the room, closed the curtains, and undressed following his instructions. I only wanted to be a usable mouth. I had no idea what would come out of it.

At twenty-nine she still had a good girl’s face, but that morning she walked into my office knowing exactly what she’d have to do for her father to sleep at home.

Four purplish marks on my hips were the exact shape of his fingers. I dressed like an impeccable executive, but we both knew who my body already belonged to.

He always made the important decisions. So when he said he needed someone else in the house for those weeks, I knew it was already decided.

I got off the bus in my flowered dress and with my head bowed; none of those tattooed women had any idea what they would turn me into before the first month was over.

I asked for it a thousand times without believing he would do it. That night, with the ropes tight and his voice in my ear, I learned there was no going back.

We’d been connecting for weeks through a screen, but what if there was nothing left of that spark in person? Then I saw him cross the bar and my body reacted before my mind did.

She was twenty days late, and that same look of superiority was still intact. That night she learned that in my house, rent could be paid another way.

I was coming back from surfing, my hair damp and my bikini still wet, when they made me stop. I had no idea that night would show me how far my desire could go.

Maite knew that when Andrés lowered his voice to that rough whisper, the decision had already been made and all she had left to do was obey.

I left that store trembling with desire, never imagining that by that same week I’d be on my knees, begging to be used with not a shred of tenderness.

When she lowered her eyes to those white, sweaty sneakers, she knew she would obey anything that girl asked of her. And that was only the beginning.

My lover left me wanting more, but my husband knew exactly how to handle me: no romance, no mercy, like the submissive woman I am.

Pressed against the counter, they thought the house was empty. They didn’t count on her coming back early, or on what she had in store for anyone who dared to lie to her.

I sat in the center of the classroom pretending to be an unconscious patient. No one knew that, with every hand pinning me down, I was falling apart inside thinking of him.

She went up to her penthouse ready to throw the intruder out on his ass. She lowered her head when he ordered her to serve the wine on her knees, and discovered that obeying could be a pleasure too.

I agreed to go have a coffee with my friend’s boyfriend. When he opened the door to that room, I understood there was no coffee waiting for me.