The Dom
READING AGE 16+
Who am I? No one can tell me. Not the doctors at the New York hospital where I woke up, not the party clothes I wear, not the thousand dollars in my clutch purse or even the burner phone stuffed there too. But I get these text messages, luring me to a subbasement in the village where I am stripped, whipped and brought to mind blowing ecstasy by mysterious, darkened figures. When I dream I see women's faces, not unlike my own, full of fear, terror and desire. From the too few clues I discover a name – Conover – the name of a Dom who is somehow involved with my amnesia. Slowly but surely, I follow a trail to a private SM club and a kinky restaurant, encountering familiar faces, though they’re strangers to me. All the while, my latent slave persona manifests more and more and I realize it’s Conover who has set me on this path of torture and bliss. My overwhelming obsession to be used as a slave will take a back seat to nothing – possibly not even the truth of my own identity.
Unfold
‘Has she behaved herself?’ Lawrence asks Francesca. ‘Has she lived up to her purpose?’
‘Yes, sir,’ Francesca said. ‘A most exceptional slave. She does quite well...here.’
Lawrence doesn’t catch the hesitation, or pretends not to. But I do. I’m doing well...here. I do well in this room as a slave, which implies I won’t do well ……
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