Submission

“I want to see something new,” He said from the chair. And I already knew exactly how I was going to surprise Him, even if it meant dragging Vera with me.

The air in the room had become unbreathable when He looked at us and said that night we had to prove how far we were willing to go for his pleasure.

We’d been at it all night, but seeing her from behind, about to step into the water, reminded me that morning had its own rules too.

I touched up my makeup, smiled, and went back to the kitchen with a plan none of them could imagine. That night, I chose the menu.

I’d kept that desire locked away for years. That dawn, drunk and defenseless, I let it slip in front of the one person who could make it real.

I didn’t want her to belong to anyone else. And yet, every night I closed my eyes and imagined her giving herself to men who didn’t even look at me.

She told me she had never said this out loud, that for years it had been only a hidden fantasy. That afternoon, she finally let a stranger do whatever he wanted to her.

The lock opened with a dry click and she knew, before stepping out of the cage, that he was back with another woman’s scent on his skin.

I could never tell them apart. One kissed me tenderly; the other tied me up and used me. It took me too long to realize there was never a mistake: they planned everything together.

A firm hand on her nape was enough for her to understand that tonight I made the rules. The rest depended on whether she dared to stay.

His first night in cell 118 was enough to teach him he no longer owned his body, only belonged to the man in the lower bunk.

Her ass was offered up, the whip still unused in my hand, and she was begging me to begin. But the master’s pleasure is different: making her wait until fear and desire blur together.

While my husband was sucking on my breasts in front of the mirror, I was thinking about her and the body of the man we’d be having dinner with that night.

While he boiled the tea, the two men tied to the table were beginning to realize that no one would leave that living room tonight the way they had entered.

I woke naked between the two of them, my body wrecked from the night before, and from the brush of that green ruler along my back I knew they weren’t finished with me yet.

“I set the rules, and you follow them,” she said, and none of the four dared contradict her. Three months of confinement had left us at her mercy.

There was a locked door next to Barbara’s room. I opened it out of curiosity, not knowing that by that same afternoon I’d end up tied down inside.

She caught me watching those videos behind her back. Instead of getting angry, she smiled and asked, “Do you really want another man to fuck me in front of you?”

I pulled out my cock pretending to piss under the tree, waiting to see whether that stranger would dare come closer in the park’s dim light.

She didn’t call me by my name the first time. She looked at me whole, without sleaze and without pity, as if my body were not a problem she had to solve.