Submission

I found my friend trembling in the bathroom at that dinner. When I asked who had left her like that, I never imagined she’d say the name of our most feared professor.

Every Christmas we hid our secret under modest clothing. This year I opened the door with my wife kneeling and bound in the living room, waiting for the guests.

I caught him masturbating alone and should have run out in shame. Instead I stayed, barefoot before him, waiting for him to tell me what to do with my body.

I pulled my pants down thinking no one could see me. When I stumbled and fell into the sand, two pairs of eyes were already watching me with a smile that promised nothing good.

The message had three lines: “In thirty minutes. Undress before you come in.” And the most feared commander at headquarters knew she was his again.

When I walked into that attic with the ropes hanging from the beams, I understood that night would no longer belong to me.

She kept the card for weeks, telling herself she would never go. One Friday afternoon, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she put on her best dress and walked through that door.

She walked through the empty classrooms with a folder under her arm and a steel ruler in her hand, not imagining that three bullies would learn to fear the sound of metal that night.

When they switched my red collar for a green one, I knew there was no one left to stop those fangs sinking into the most sensitive part of my body.

I saw her tied to the cart, naked and silent, and instead of horror I felt envy. My godfather warned me there was no going back; I only wanted to know how to sign up.

Adrián woke tied to the gurney in the infirmary, with swollen testicles and three women deciding how much pain he deserved that night.

She made me kneel in the center of the basement, fastened the collar around my neck, and smiled: that night she meant to prove, once again, which of us was the weaker sex.

When I woke broken in the marble bed, I knew there was only one person in the world who could make me feel loved: the man who taught me to crave pain.

Surrounded by vampires in that old slaughterhouse, with the green collar choking my neck, I understood my body no longer belonged to me. I could only beg for a few more days.

When old Aníbal got hard in the tub and made his usual remark, I knew it was time to apply Rosa’s advice.

I’d never confessed that attraction. Until I saw her leaning at the bar, wrapped in synthetic fur, looking at me like a predator choosing its prey.

The clause was clear: once inside, no pleading would stop what they had planned for her. And yet she signed, with her panties wet.

She felt the gaze before she saw it: someone was watching her naked among the lockers. When she yanked the door open, the hunter became the prey.

At the club gym, after the final circuit, Daniela and Roxana discovered that sport wasn’t the only thing they were good at doing together.

She handcuffed me in my swim trunks on a false accusation, but when she squeezed me to force a confession, she discovered pain didn't scare me. And she needed someone like that.