Submission

The most powerful voice in the country put her card in my hand with one instruction. Half an hour later, I was standing at her door.

When his hand corrected my posture from behind, I felt his body against mine and knew what came next had nothing to do with training.

I was on my knees in the dog run, handcuffed and unable to move, while they laughed and their dogs circled closer and closer.

She had never had a boyfriend, never been with a man. When I took her to my apartment that afternoon, her hands were shaking, but she never let go of me.

Three days unable to use the bathroom, a luxury office, and a trans doctor who charged me her own way. What happened inside there isn’t forgotten.

I watched him leave on Monday with his suitcase and a dry kiss. That same night, in bed, I knew his absence weighed more than any orgasm.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

When the blonde warrior sat on his back, he stopped being a man: he was the living stool where a goddess breakfasted with the queen.

When Marta told me she’d found the four perfect women for my punishment, I knew there was no turning back. That same afternoon I signed the contract without reading half of it.

I climbed the stairs to his building with my thong already soaked. I had no idea that stranger was going to split me in two before midnight.

The doctor closed the office door with a calm that was anything but professional. I was on the exam table in a paper gown, and I already knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

Under the golden light of the estate, she smiled while counting the money. She had no idea the next black leather collar was meant for her own neck.

Thirty candidates, a rector with too much power, and me at thirty-eight with all the experience in the world. I thought I could handle it. I was half right.

I wasn’t a lesbian, and my wedding was six weeks away. But that night in the hotel, Elena showed me everything I had never wanted to admit.

That night I shaved, washed, and waited for Lucía, knowing exactly what I wanted. She arrived with her backpack, her red lollipop, and that smile that never faded, no matter what we did.

She called from the bathroom with the tap running so no one would hear her. She heard “domination,” “submission,” “a year with no way out.” And she signed anyway.

I walked into the living room and found him waiting with something hidden behind his back. His smile told me before he did that the night wouldn’t be normal.

When Don Alberto looked at me that way for the first time, I knew something in me wasn’t what everyone thought. That afternoon confirmed it.

Tomás hadn’t touched a woman in a year. My husband knew that when he invited him to dinner. And I put on the red thong knowing what was going to happen.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.