Fifteen Days at the Estate Where We Learned to Obey

Nerea had been preparing for a civil service exam since the beginning of spring and had enrolled in a small academy, with few classrooms and plenty of discipline. It was run by Renata, an old co-worker of her mother’s, a woman in her early forties who moved as if the floor belonged to her. That morning in early summer, during a break between two classes, they went out together for coffee at the corner café.

They sat at a secluded table in the back, where the noise from the machine didn’t carry. The conversation was light until Nerea noticed the ring Renata wore on her index finger. It was thick silver, with a black stone set in the center. She liked it, and at the same time it rang a bell, as if she had seen it somewhere before and couldn’t quite place it.

—I love that ring —said Nerea—. And I’d swear I’ve seen it before, but I don’t know where.

—You don’t want to know the truth. You might stop liking it —Renata replied, smiling crookedly.

—Seriously. I’ve seen it somewhere.

Renata left a bill under her cup, got up unhurriedly, and motioned for her to follow. They went back to the academy, now empty at that hour, and entered her office. She locked the door and told Nerea to sit down in front of the desk.

—Sorry if I was blunt —she said, leaning against the edge of the desk—. But this ring tells a very private part of my life. If you want me to explain it to you, you have to promise it stays between us.

—I promise —Nerea answered.

—A few years ago I met some people who introduced me to BDSM. I’d come from the liberal scene, from swinging, and they taught me the rest. This ring means I’m in charge. That I enjoy being in charge, and that I fuck whoever gives themselves over to me. —She paused, weighing her—. Now is when you get scared, stand up, and leave.

Nerea didn’t move. She felt the heat rising up her neck and, without thinking, crossed her legs. Renata lowered her gaze for an instant to the dress, where the girl’s nipples were pressing against the thin fabric.

—I’m not leaving —Nerea said, her voice a little rougher than she intended—. And since we’re confessing things, I’ll make one too. BDSM is one of my fantasies. My boyfriend’s too. With him I’m the one in charge, but I’ve been wanting to try the opposite for a while: to obey, and to see him surrender to someone else. To belong to someone who can use him. Sometimes, when I suck him off, I put a finger in and feel him trembling. I want to go further.

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Renata leaned in and slapped her across the face with a sharp blow, not too hard, but measured with such precision there was no doubt who was in charge in that room. Nerea’s pulse quickened. The locked door, the silence of the office, what she now knew about that woman: all of it aroused her in a way she had never felt before.

—I’ll confess something —Renata said, walking around the chair—. We’re looking for male submissives. The condition is that they obey and let themselves be used by men too. We house them for fifteen days on an estate we have in the countryside, near the coast. —She stopped behind her—. And as for you… you’re very pretty.

She passed behind her and whispered in her ear to open her legs slightly. Nerea obeyed. Her hands were nailed to the armrests, her knuckles white, like two claws. One of Renata’s fingers began to descend along the neckline, over the fabric, slowly, to the edge of the dress over her thighs. She was blowing on the girl’s earlobe, and each exhalation made her skin prickle.

Then the hand sank between her thighs, found the thong, and slipped underneath.

—Take it off —she ordered.

Nerea hesitated half a second. Then, like an automaton, she stood up just enough, pulled the garment down, and let it fall to the floor. Renata reached for her again, this time with no fabric between them. She found her soaked. She began to stroke her, first softly, then rougher, while kissing her neck and biting it. When she pressed her lips to Nerea’s, the girl let out a long sigh and came, wetting part of the seat.

Seeing it, she apologized out of instinct.

—Easy —Renata laughed, picking the thong up from the floor and putting it in a drawer—. You let yourself go. I loved how well you obey.

—I’ll talk to my boyfriend —Nerea said, straightening her dress—. I’ll ask him if he wants to spend those fifteen days there.

—If he agrees, from that moment on you’ll both address me formally when no one present knows about our relationship. Write me when you know and I’ll send you the instructions.

—As far as I’m concerned, all right, Mrs. Renata —the girl replied, and smiled.

***

That afternoon she met Iker on the beach, in a secluded cove they liked, far from the umbrellas and the crowds. They sat on the towel, with the sea breaking just a few meters away.

—Iker, I need to talk to you —she began.

—With that tone you scare me. It sounds like you’re going to break up with me.

—Shut up, idiot. It’s nothing like that. —She took his hand—. Remember everything we’ve talked about, our fantasies? Well, my academy teacher is a domme. The other day she told me they’re looking for submissives for fifteen-day stays. You’d have to obey a domme or a dom, and let him use you. Then she touched me, and I loved it. Do you want to try?

Iker took a while to answer. He was looking at the sea, but Nerea noticed him swallowing.

—BDSM is one of my fantasies. Obedience too. And doing it with a man too, though I’d never dared say that out loud. The only thing that stops me is whether you’ll get jealous that I enjoy it too much.

—You know I’m not jealous —she said, already with her phone in hand, texting Renata that they were willing to try.

The answer came almost immediately. On July first, at ten in the morning, in front of the academy. You will accompany him to hand him over. A car will pick you up. Pack only toiletries. One of these days I’ll give you a robe you must wear.

The next day, after class, Renata handed her a bag with the folded robe inside.

***

On July first they were on time in front of the academy. Iker was carrying only his toiletry bag and, under the robe, nothing but boxer briefs. Nerea, who at home had said she was going on vacation with her boyfriend, dragged a suitcase to keep up appearances. A dark car pulled up beside the curb and the driver told them to get in the back.

They left the city and traveled nearly a hundred kilometers before leaving the main road and taking a dirt track. After cresting a hill, a huge gate appeared. The driver pressed a remote, the leaves opened on their own, and the car drove up to the main building, a stone house surrounded by pine trees.

Renata came out to meet them. Iker got out with his toiletry bag; Nerea, with the suitcase. The woman looked at the girl’s luggage and shook her head, as if to say it wouldn’t be needed.

She led them to an office. As they entered they saw a man seated behind a large desk: in his forties, broad-backed, hands clasped on the tabletop. The couple stood in front of him, upright, hands behind their backs, exactly as Renata indicated with a gesture.

—Strip him —she ordered Nerea.

Nerea first untied the sash at the waist, then undid the buttons at the neckline. She let the robe fall and carefully picked it up, folding it over a chair. Then she pulled Iker’s boxer briefs down and left him completely naked in the middle of the room, his breathing ragged.

—Did you think you were only coming to hand over your boyfriend? —Renata said, facing her—. I have a proposal for you. Stay for the fifteen days too. Serve me and whoever I tell you to, and watch how your boy is trained.

Nerea didn’t need to think about it. She took off her dress and underwear and stood naked beside Iker. Renata gestured to a servant, who collected the girl’s clothes and the suitcase and took them away.

—Darío, prepare the little couple —she said.

They were taken to a large changing room with white tile, where they were showered, washed inside and out, given enemas, and had their pubic hair shaved. Iker too, all over his body except his head. The sensation of the blade, other people’s hands moving over them without shame, finished wiping away any last remnant of embarrassment.

Back in the office, Renata and the man, who introduced himself as Bruno, were waiting for them. He felt them up one by one, inspecting them slowly, as if valuing two animals before a sale. Nerea felt herself getting wet again; Iker began to get hard against his will.

Renata sat Nerea in a chair and held her by the shoulders. Bruno took Iker, inspected him, and bent him over the desk, holding him by the nape of the neck. Then he ordered Nerea to put the condom on him. The girl obeyed with clumsy fingers. When he knelt in front of her, he made her take him in her mouth first; a thread of saliva ran down to the floor and a few gags shook her chest while he set the rhythm.

Then he made her lubricate her fingers and prepare Iker’s ass, first one, then two, until she felt her boyfriend’s body yielding. When Bruno pulled it from her mouth and entered him, slowly at first and then all at once, Iker’s face twisted for an instant. Right away his expression loosened and he began breathing in sighs, astonished by the pleasure he had not expected.

Nerea watched him, fascinated, until Renata positioned herself behind her with a harness and penetrated her at the same time, setting her own pace. For a while there was nothing but gasps, the smack of hips, and the close heat of that office. Bruno finally pulled out, removed the condom, and ejaculated over Nerea’s face, and she closed her eyes and received it without turning away.

—Do you still want to spend the fifteen days? —Renata asked, removing the harness from her.

—More than ever —Nerea answered.

Iker, still bent over the desk, nodded weakly.

That same night they fitted Iker with a chastity cage for the fifteen days. Those were fifteen days of obedience, vice, and a surrender that neither of them had imagined before that coffee.