Submission

They left the club at two in the morning. Renata had no idea the real show that night was playing on a screen at the foot of the bed.

They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.

“Normally now you’d have to kneel and wait in silence,” she said as she fastened the collar on me. She didn’t know I’d be the one ending up in charge.

She locked the door and slipped the key into her pocket. “From now on you do what I say,” she whispered, and part of me, tired of deciding, wanted to obey.

We arrived at our aunt’s house to keep her company for the weekend. That night, the three of us in the same bed, she asked us a question that changed everything: could we keep a secret?

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

I got home thinking I could sleep, but my phone lit up with her name on the screen, and I knew I wasn’t going to rest that night.

Twenty years separated Mariana from her teacher, but when that hand stopped at her hip during rehearsal, she knew the look in her eyes had changed.

We’d been writing to each other every morning and every night for a month and a half. When I finally saw her sitting at that table, I knew neither of us would sleep alone.

The age gap should have been a problem, not an invitation. But when she kicked off her shoes and looked at me from the sofa, I knew I’d obey every order.

Beatriz no longer resisted when I put the chain around her neck. I changed her name, her routine, and the idea she had of herself.

I thought I had her cornered against the wall. It took me a second to understand that the only one trapped in that empty house was me.

When winter leaves me trembling and alone, I close my eyes and imagine her coming in with a firm stride, ready to undress me slowly and finally make me completely hers.

The panties were still warm when she took them off the door handle. She had no idea that curiosity would lead her to a stranger’s bed.

I had been training submissive women online for years, but I never imagined that behind my new slave’s mask would be the face of the woman who lived right across the street.

When I passed the half-open bathroom and saw her naked from behind, I knew that night at my place was not going to end like two old acquaintances having tea.

When she sat at the bar and smiled at me, I thought we’d only share a drink. I never imagined that a few hours later I’d be naked, waiting for her next order.

I thought acting on my own would make her proud. I was wrong. The moment Renata walked in and saw what I’d done, I knew I’d be punished.

Saira drew the circle, lit the candles, and spoke the forbidden name. What emerged from the smoke was no docile slave: it was a woman who smiled.

She chose her clothes thinking of him, not her husband. That night she would stop being a faithful wife and become, for an entire weekend, another man’s woman.