Submission

I took up a spot on their corner without really knowing what I was looking for. The first time a stranger asked my price, my voice shook more than I expected.

I met him online when I was sixteen. Two years later, one August morning, he texted me that he was traveling to the capital and that it was my only chance to see him again.

By the time I got into the taxi heading out of town, I could still have turned back. I didn’t, and hours later I would regret it with my wrists tied to his headboard.

At seven on New Year's Eve, I didn't want to return to the hotel and be alone. I remembered the booth club three blocks away and went in without thinking twice.

At quarter to eleven I was already going down the stairs in my building. Before leaving I looked through the peephole, just in case I saw someone. The landing was empty. Better that way.

A bully who never learned respect. That day in the park, he was going to get the lesson he’d never forget, from the very hands he tried to humiliate.

When I saw the chair prepared with that enormous object sticking out of the seat, I knew the night would not be a normal dinner.

I went to visit my submissive, but it was her maid who opened the door. Something in her look made me forget exactly why I’d come.

Every new city is a possibility. My name is Valeria, I travel alone, and I live a life very few people know. This is what happens when I turn off my phone.

They asked to be marked. Valeria spoke first. Cristina nodded. What came after the flame was unlike anything they had imagined.

The whole campus envied the guy Rebeca’s group had taken in. No one knew what it would cost him to belong to them.

She was seventy years old and had a body that defied every one of them. When she told me in my ear she hadn’t been touched in ten years, I knew the night wasn’t over yet.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

When they moved into the building, my gray life found a focal point. What I didn’t expect was that point would end up consuming me completely.

I came to Madrid to make beds and mop floors. No one warned me I’d also learn to kneel before two women who would decide everything about me.

The door opened, and Nadia looked me up and down with a slow smile. Behind her, Raquel crossed her arms. “Speak,” she said. “What do you want?"

We never talked about it, never discussed it. He came in her and turned his head toward me. That was enough to know what I was supposed to do.

He arrives, turns me around, and pulls down my pants. Without saying a word. That’s how it began, and that’s how it’s worked ever since.

When she turned off the hallway lights and closed the door, I understood we weren’t going to talk about my record. Something had changed in the office.