Submission

I woke up bound in a room with rings in the walls and two women ready to make me talk. They made one mistake: they left me alone with their own instruments.

My friends never understood why I spent three months in a dead village. I never told them the truth: my grandfather was waiting for me with more than dinner.

Three office colleagues invited her to stay after ten. They didn’t know Camila had her own rules for nights like this.

I was warned she was bitter, that she hated men. What no one said is that behind that armor she’d gone years without anyone truly touching her.

I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.

I went down to the hotel bar at one in the morning. When I got back to my room, without underwear and with his handprint on my ass, I knew I’d remember that flight.

I’d seen him on the app half an hour earlier: fifty-something, active, with a photo that promised. By midnight I was in his elevator and there was no turning back.

I went there out of curiosity alone, promising myself it would be one drink and that was all. But when the door opened before I knocked, I understood he’d been waiting for me for hours.

Nine hours until my flight and there wasn’t a single bed free in the whole airport. Then she looked at me from her table and asked, “Do you feel like sitting with me?”

I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.

I was fifteen when I opened my mother’s drawer. What I found inside wasn’t just lingerie: it was the first clue to who I really was.

When Elena opened the doors, the smell of burned flesh reached her before the sight. Two broken bodies, a filthy job, and a guard determined to stop it.

She arrived with her backpack on her shoulder and shut herself in the bathroom. When she came out, her smile already promised the whole night would throw my life into chaos.

I woke up cuffed to the ceiling in a room full of whips and rings. Two women meant to break me. No one warned them I learn fast.

I went in alone, undressed slowly, and pressed the button. On the other side of the door, eight men were waiting for my signal. I had never felt so afraid and so aroused at once.

Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.

The message came the night before: “Tomorrow you’ll be my teacher. Bring a uniform.” I held the phone in my hand, unable to sleep.