Submission

I didn’t have to say it; when I lifted my chin, he already knew I wanted his blows, his spit and his cock buried deep that night.

When I opened my eyes on the bed of a Ugandan hospital, I never imagined the nurse on duty would lower my fever with his hand beneath the sheet that very night.

It began as a game between three, until one night he stopped leaving and I realized that in my own home, I no longer had any say.

I thought we were only going to finish a paper, but when she kissed me barefoot in the grass, I understood she was taking me exactly where she wanted me.

The note on the pillow left no doubt: someone was watching her, knew her secrets, and meant to turn her fear into obedience.

He made her watch, obey, and open herself for more—and she discovered that the kink aroused her as much as the cock in her ass.

It began with a simple order that morning and ended with my body trembling, open, and obedient, unsure whether he would let me come.

They took me to the office wearing a collar, and when I saw the men around the table, I understood exactly what they had prepared me for.

My wife ordered me to warm the living room, open the door, and listen as another man used her while I obeyed in silence.

It began with stockings hidden beneath my trousers and ended with me on my knees, obeying while I was dressed to be used.

When she closed the classroom door and smiled as if she already knew what she was going to do, I realized too late that I wouldn’t be the one controlling the game.

When I saw her sandals on the bed, I knew something had changed—but I never imagined I’d end the night breathing against her soles.

I opened the door half-naked, with two toys still warm in the living room, and three strangers smelled my arousal before I said a word.

We entered the sex shop’s private room trembling, but no one imagined how far that woman would take us.

When I saw the size of his dick in that room, I knew that night would be nothing like any of my other adventures.

When he pulled that pink plug from his drawer, I understood that my curiosity about pain was about to cross a line I could never forget.

The message arrived at noon: that night I had to take my wife to the hotel and wait in the adjoining room, facing a switched-on screen.

After a minor mistake, her punishment ends not in tears but in a shower where obedience turns into pure hunger.

When the phone vibrated, I was already wet; I knew he was waiting in the same bathroom, with haste, contempt, and the cock I had never learned to refuse.

I left the office beneath my coat, my body full of vibrations and certain that I wouldn’t be sleeping alone that night.