All day long… absolute silence from my side. No messages. No clues. Only Carlos thinking it was going to be another normal night. He arrived home at 8:12 PM. The door was only slightly ajar. All the lights were off, except for a low red spotlight in the hallway. He enters, puts down his bag, calls softly: “Joana…?” Silence. He takes two steps… and sees me. Me, in the middle of the room, my back to him, all in shiny black latex clinging to my body like a second skin. Stiletto heels. Long gloves. Whip hanging from my wrist. Hair loose. The smell of leather and my expensive perfume filling the air. I turn slowly. He stops breathing. His eyes go down… up… down again… His mouth opens by itself. His bag falls from his hand with a thud. His erection hardens so quickly that you can even see the bulge in his pants. Not a word. Not a sound. Just a grown man, big, successful… completely paralyzed in front of me. I take a slow step. The jump echoes on the floor. I stop half a meter from him, tilt my head and say the first sentence of the night, a low, sweet, deadly voice: “Good night, Carlos. You don’t need to dream tonight. The woman who fucks your ass every night while you sleep… just woke up. Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to see the face you make when you realize that reality is much worse… and much better… than your dream.” He obeys without thinking. Hands trembling. Eyes fixed on me. And I smile. Because the surprise was so perfect that he didn’t even need a whip to fall to his knees. The night has only just begun… and Carlos has already lost his voice…😈🦮👠
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