THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 5 - THE WEEK OF HELL

Clarification: It's almost unnecessary to clarify, but this is a work of fiction, a fantasy, to get us excited while reading it. It's far from being a real experience or wanting to promote an experience like that. I clarify this because a couple of readers made a comment about the lack of consent in the relationship between the characters and how much of a son of a bitch Pedro was. But that's what it is, just a fantasy. Although I respect their opinion and it's all right, I was a bit surprised by the comments, because I've read stories on this same page that are equal or worse in terms of harshness. When we have a real relationship, we always set boundaries on how far we can go and how far we can't, keywords to stop or to lower the intensity, and within those boundaries, during the relationship or session, we play at the dominant having all the power to do what they want, when in reality their power is predetermined. In fiction, I can simply expand those boundaries without anyone getting hurt and play at seeing what happens and how the story develops. I hope no one feels offended. Greetings

THE WEEK OF HELL

Pedro had planned everything meticulously. He had told his wife that he had a work conference in the interior of the province for a week. Juan had invented the same excuse with his family. In reality, Pedro had rented a secluded country house, far from everything and everyone.

"A whole week," Pedro had told Juan over the phone. "Seven days and seven nights where you're going to be completely mine. Without interruptions, without excuses, without limits."

Juan had felt terror and sexual excitement in equal parts. He knew that Pedro had plans that went far beyond what they had done so far.

On Monday morning, they met at a gas station on the outskirts of the city. Juan got into Pedro's car with a medium-sized backpack.

"Did you bring a lot of clothes?" Pedro asked while starting the car.

"A change for each day."

Pedro laughed. "You won't need any of that. This week you're going to be naked twenty-four hours a day."

Juan felt a knot in his stomach. "The whole week?"

"The whole week. As it should be."

The trip took three hours. During the journey, Pedro explained the rules of the week.

"First: you're naked from the moment we arrive until we leave. Second: you call me Master all the time, not Pedro. Third: you don't speak unless I ask you something. Fourth: you do everything I tell you without questioning it."

"Master, what if someone sees us?"

"No one is going to see us. The cabin is in the middle of nowhere."

When they arrived, Juan was surprised. It was a fairly large house, very well equipped, completely isolated. No other construction could be seen for miles around.

"Perfect," Pedro murmured. "No one is going to bother us."

As soon as they entered, Pedro pointed to the floor. "Take off all your ...