Submission

For years I had hidden the woman who screamed beneath my hands. That night, a widow and her maid discovered who really ruled that house.

I thought it would be a fifteen-minute scolding. I didn’t count on the bag Bárbara brought, or on the woman that furious mother would become.

When I saw her face on the entrance camera, I knew the prey had followed the trail back to the den. All that was left was deciding whether I’d let her cross the line.

That afternoon at the hospital, my mother took my hand and whispered a favor I never imagined hearing from her lips.

I had spent years practicing with my fingers and toys, but none of them prepared me for the first time I felt another man breathing on my neck and pushing in patiently.

He was more than twice her age and her mother’s man. But when they were left alone in the house, Carla understood he’d wanted exactly this for months.

Standing in front of them in nothing but the pink lace set, I waited for the order. The bag with the dress weighed in my hands, and I was already trembling before it all began.

He hadn’t touched anyone in months when I started looking at my aunt differently. She prayed every night; all I could think about was how to bend her without guilt.

When my husband left me alone with his father at the country house, I knew that slow smile wasn’t innocent. And I had too much to hide.

When I opened the door wearing the dress and my hair freshly done, he was left speechless. That night I stopped hiding and gave myself completely.

Every afternoon, when he returned from university, he put his men’s clothes in the bottom drawer like someone hiding evidence of a crime. And he went down the stairs in heels.

I knew my boyfriend was on the afternoon shift. I knocked on the apartment door with my heart pounding, determined not to leave without what I’d been imagining for weeks.

I thought my secret was safe between these walls, until I heard his window slam shut and knew someone had just seen who I really am.

The silence at the table said it all before the words did: my father had a debt, and this time it wouldn’t be paid with money.

She lowered her forehead onto the oak desk, between the son and his mother, and understood that her title as a respectable mother-in-law had just died in that office.

Three days in the same suit, broken in the armchair. I was the only woman in the house now, and I decided life had to go on, even if I had to start by undressing him.

I live naked in this apartment where no one knows us, waiting for my son to come back each night. After him there will be no other man, and I knew it from day one.

I went over just to watch the final. When the whistle blew, a hand sank into my ass and I knew the real plan was starting then and there.

She was on her sofa, her skirt hiked up and her cunt wet, and all she had to do was say one sentence for me not to leave her there, waiting for her husband.

When I opened my suitcase at the cabin, there was nothing of mine inside—just lace thongs, short skirts, and makeup. Carla looked at me calmly and said this was my only chance.