Submission

I took the elevator in heels and a wig, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone. He opened the door in a robe and called me a slut before I even said hello.

My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.

Every night Marcos spent watching without being able to touch was another step down. Valeria didn’t seduce him: she possessed him. And he found no way out, nor did he look for one.

He came back from his evening run and found her in the dunes. She wasn’t alone. She never had been.

She has many names for me. None matter while I watch her obey from the other side of the screen, waiting for the day I have her on her knees in front of me.

I’d been watching him cross the hallway for weeks. That afternoon he called me to his office, and something inside me knew everything was about to change.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

Forty-five years old, a growing belly, and a chastity device my own daughter controls from across the bar. This is my life now.

I pressed the buzzer with trembling fingers. I knew that beyond that door awaited someone capable of turning me into what I had always dreamed of being.

Sofía weighed two hundred pounds of pure authority. Renata understood that the night an old folder changed the balance of power between them forever.

We arrived not knowing what awaited us. We left changed. An estate, seven men, and a stranger who decided I would be his that night.

When the scissors finished their work, the mirror gave him back a gaze that was not quite his own. And the voice he heard in that salon would not leave him alone.

I went in to get my phone and found him there, silent, looking at me in that way that said he knew exactly what it meant.

When I opened my eyes it was already too late. Two bodies were pinning me to the mattress, and the cold steel on my wrists told me that night had changed everything.

I was wearing my mother-in-law’s black lingerie set when the door opened. Lucía hadn’t brought only Patricia with her. My mother was there too.

She came home from the hospital with both arms in plaster up to the elbows. And I discovered, watching how she depended on me, how little I knew how to look at my own mother.

That afternoon I found one of his movies. That night he came back drunk, opened my bedroom door, and I knew something was going to break forever.

I heard him pull up in the driveway and I didn’t cover myself. I spread my legs on the sofa, moved my thong aside, and started touching myself before he even came in.

I dialed his number with trembling hands. Three rings. When he answered, I knew there was no turning back, even if I hung up before speaking.