Submission

She came in with a group, tried to steal a black lingerie set, and ended up giving back a lot more than she took. Her blue eyes told me everything from the first second.

Four weeks of submission trials, and now the final: outlasting the other couple. Sofía had no intention of saying the safeword, no matter what it cost her.

I closed the laptop and could still feel his imaginary hands on my skin, the deep voice giving orders I obeyed without hesitation. A fantasy so real it left me shaking.

Marco had spent a year kissing her feet in silence. The night he left to capture a rival, he returned as the sole master of the mansion.

There had been something in her eyes when she turned away that should have worried me. It wasn’t an annoyed neighbor’s anger. It was a promise.

They had planned it for weeks. The dark room, the ropes, and Vera waiting for them with that smile promising nothing easy or safe.

When Dimitri called me over to watch my mother service him on her knees, something in me broke forever. Or maybe it was born.

She sat on the bench and held out her feet without saying a word. Only her eyes spoke, and what they said left no room for choice.

We’d been exchanging emails with Valeria for weeks. She wanted force and pressure. When she saw us pull up on our bikes, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

We posted the ad out of curiosity. Two weeks later, a young guy was in our living room, trembling, about to put on a black lace dress.

She didn’t teach me out of love. She taught me because no one else was going to, and because, deep down, it was what we both needed.

Two days after arriving in the capital, I discovered that from my window I could see a terrace where three people practiced something no one was meant to witness.

She arrived with a backpack on her shoulder and a red pacifier between her lips. She had just turned twenty-two and laughed as if she already knew everything that would happen next.

I came home without showering, wearing yesterday’s clothes and another man’s smell on my skin. Marcos knew it before I said a word.

I knew he’d come home late and jealous. I waited in the kitchen in black lace. When the door opened, I knew the night was just beginning.

When I confessed my fantasy at three in the morning, I thought it was just pillow talk. Two weeks later, he parked in front of a motel without warning, and everything changed.

I had worn the cage for three weeks when Valeria announced to her friends that I would do anything she asked. I had no idea what was coming.

I knelt among the bushes, stockings torn and knees in the dirt. He told me to bark. And I did. What that revealed about me was the night’s greatest revelation.

I’d spent weeks wanting a body all to myself, without whims or a will of its own. The complex had exactly what I was looking for. I only had to choose carefully.

I said yes with my heart racing. Marcos repeated the safeword three times before he began, and I knew I was in the right hands.