Chapter 72

Later that evening… I sat alone in the dim light of my bedroom with my laptop, my fingers hesitating over the keyboard before typing into the search bar: BDSM safety tips for submissives. A flood of results filled the screen—forums, guides, stories. I clicked through one after another, reading with sharp focus. The posts described safe words, aftercare routines, and how to avoid bruising or strain. Many were filled with longing—submissives searching for experienced Doms, using words like Master, control, discipline, and devotion. I swallowed hard. To them, it was a fantasy, a craving. For me, it was a contract—a choice made not out of desire, but desperation. My mind drifted to that first night. Blood, sweat, and tears had blurred together under Garcia's relentless grip. The taste of leather, the burn of the flogger, the rough sound of my own breath. I had never known submission could be so consuming, painful, or strangely intimate. Garcia's face surfaced in my thoughts—the way his dar