Submission

I arrived at the farm with my designer tees and my city attitude. They had callused hands, a sharp knife, and a real talent for cutting me down to size.

I crossed the threshold following solemn music and found her lying on the bed, chained in gold and looking at me as if I were her only master.

She was only going to advise him about an apron. She never imagined that, in front of the salesman, he would point to her as the maid they had come to dress.

One smile and a couple of billiard shots were enough for her to turn his world upside down. Now he wears a lace apron and waits, trembling, for the doorbell to ring.

Blindfolded, with clamps pulling at my breasts, I stopped being the director who kneels before no one. Up there, I was only a number surrendered to his hands.

I got into the car wearing every piece he chose, and I knew that afternoon my only job would be to obey while people passed by, unsuspecting.

I opened my eyes and didn’t recognize the room: only the weight of hands on my skin and the certainty that that morning belonged to others.

I opened the wrong door and found her in front of the mirror, two fingers where they shouldn’t have been. She didn’t scream. She smiled like she’d just chosen her prey.

She wrote that she wanted to cum on my lips before we’d even met. That line hooked me, but what followed by the sea went beyond any message.

We had barely been married two weeks when I discovered what her temper was capable of, and the first slap was only the beginning of that afternoon.

She ordered me to get on all fours in the back room and, while her fingers explored me, I realized she had just uncovered something I’d hidden for years.

She called her “babe” in the same voice from twenty years ago, and Helena knew the severance check would never leave that drawer. The debt was going to be collected with her body.

I was always the girl who followed the rules, until he ordered me to kneel and I realized my body had spent years waiting for someone to give it permission.

She ordered me to wait for her in the compartment, naked, with the ruler on my lap. I knew she would come; what I didn’t know was how long she’d make me suffer.

Blindfolded and ordered not to move, she knew there would be no tenderness this time—only the lesson she had spent days begging for.

The first time I walked into his office I thought I was there to negotiate a loan. I left with his instructions etched into my skin and the certainty that my own desire was no longer mine to command.

I only wanted to smell it for a second. When I heard her voice behind me, I knew that night I was done deciding when, how, or how much.

The taxi rolled through the dark when Lena pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes. Bruna trusted her best friend, never imagining where that night would lead.

“If you stay, you stop being the perfect student,” he said without touching me yet. I looked at the locked door. My legs did not move.

The towel slipped during the massage and, without meaning to, I kept looking. He noticed. And from that second on I stopped being myself and became something that belonged to him.