Submission

I knew those two hadn’t invited me fishing just for the river. And if I’m honest, I hadn’t said yes just for the river either.

I never imagined that an ordinary Sunday at the river would end with me on my knees in the grass, giving myself to him and begging him not to stop.

I’m naked while I write this. And I want you to know exactly what goes through my head when I shut the door and no one can hear me.

He shut the room door with all my clothes in his hands and left me on my knees, naked, with one order: “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

I’d spent months imagining it and couldn’t bring myself to admit it. That afternoon, an ordinary conversation was enough to send everything out of control.

I thought I controlled everything at home, until the woman I married made it clear who really ruled the three of us.

When her number appeared on the screen as a missed call, I knew that night in the mountains was going to break something in her that could never be put back together.

I said I had heartbreak just so someone would look at me. I didn’t expect two strangers to take my cure so seriously… or for me to let them.

I came to Buenos Aires to save up a little money for my family. I never imagined the nicest house in the neighborhood would change my life the way it did.

That afternoon the massage left me burning. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees in front of a stranger in my own living room, or who would catch me there.

I was sweaty and breathless when his voice reached me from behind. He didn’t want to take me to dinner: he wanted to buy my whole night, and I wanted to be bought.

She pulled my pants down in the middle of the path without a word, and I understood that afternoon my body didn’t belong to me, but to her.

For months he forced me to obey in his bed. When I finally spoke, I never imagined justice would repay every blow by turning him into what he hated most.

I went out alone to explore the northern area and a blow to the back of my head changed everything. I woke up surrounded by strangers, naked and with no escape.

He’d been ignoring me for weeks. That night I dressed for another man, and just as I was kissing him at the next table, he walked in arm in arm with a stranger.

I didn’t tie her hands to restrain her. I tied them so she’d understand, before anything happened, that tonight her body no longer belonged to her.

I was naked in bed, aching, and he offered to examine me. I had no idea how far he was willing to go to make it stop hurting.

It was raining, so we went up to my place and let chance choose our game. Neither of us imagined it would end with her naked and begging in my ropes.

All my classmates sighed over him, but none of them knew what I hid beneath the masculine uniform the world forced me to wear.

I had just come out of the shower when I saw her message on the screen. She wasn’t what I was looking for, but her photo changed my plans that very afternoon.