Submission

I had told her about my fixation on trans women, but I never thought she’d agree to sit there on that sofa and watch another woman put me on my knees.

When I opened my eyes, she was still inside me. I had no idea how long I’d slept—only that Soledad was smiling like someone who knows you have nowhere left to run.

I locked the door and became someone else in the mirror. I didn’t count on him having a copy of the key.

By day I signed as Tomás and no one suspected a thing. That folder accidentally opened on my boss’s tablet was going to shatter eighteen months of silence in one blow.

All she had to do was hint at something and I'd get on all fours. That night I discovered she had two surprises hidden away—and only one was for me.

I climbed the stairs barely able to walk, my dress reeking of the whole night. I had no idea my mom was awake, waiting for me in the hallway.

When I walked into the bathroom and found the flowers and that card, I knew that summer would mark me forever, even though I still had no idea how it would end.

I’m 1.62 and he was 1.88. When he opened the door in shorts and I saw what he had between his legs, I thought about turning around. I didn’t.

Her nickname said “active transvestite,” and I’d only had one experience so far. That afternoon, in a hotel near the subway, I learned what it was to be truly dominated.

I walked into that apartment with my bag full of lingerie and walked out transformed into something else: the obedient little puppy of two men.

We invited him thinking he’d back out when he saw us in person. We didn’t count on that short guy, almost our age, taking control the moment he walked through the door.

I came out of the shower soft and soapy, not suspecting that that afternoon a muscular stranger would turn the three of us into his obedient servants, ready for anything.

I heard her in the shower that first morning and, for no reason I could name, I froze in the doorway. When she turned and looked at me, I didn’t look away.

I never told him about my tastes. A WhatsApp notification on his sofa was enough to change everything between us that night at his house.

When I turned to wash my hands, I saw him in the mirror: tall, gray-haired, with his zipper open and his gaze locked on mine. My night was just beginning.

The voice on the other end of the headset gave me a simple order: I couldn’t finish until she decided. And then she logged off without saying when she’d be back.

Her skirt was torn, her lips swollen, and she smelled of a man who wasn’t me. The worst part wasn’t seeing her like that—it was what she ordered me to do next.

When she opened the door in that short dress and that alcohol-soaked smile, I knew the night wouldn’t end the way she’d planned.

The message came from an unknown number: triple pay to keep him company on Christmas Eve. I put on the red dress, the impossible heels, and crossed the city not knowing what waited for me.

I accepted the date out of curiosity: to be the object my boss lends his friends. But what his partner wanted from me that night, I never could have imagined.