Overview

A ~6.5k tale of lesbian desire and domination! A knight has been captured by her ancestral enemy, imprisoned, tortured, and humiliated. Her captor's cruel laughter echoes in ears every night, and her whipped back aches with every stroke she suffered at her hands. Her noble captor, haughty, arrogant, and cold-eyed, is a woman without mercy in her heart. She can't understand why she loves her chains more than her freedom, and the lick of the lash more than the love of her family. But, crawling on all fours, head bent low as her mistress snaps the whip in her hand, perhaps she doesn't want to... EXCERPT "I thought about making you scavenge with the dogs for table scraps, but I decided that was unfair... to the dogs." That cut. Out of all the humiliations, the acts and words that had felt empty and hollow in comparison with what she felt just being allowed able to trail at Yara's heel... that was the one that cut. Ivie didn't even know why. But Yara relished the shocked and vulnerable look in her eyes Ivie could not hide from her. She licked her lips and put a hand on Ivie's head, neither in praise nor condemnation. Just affirmation of their role, master and slave. Though Yara's touch was light, to Ivie, her hand lay heavy, like a weight of lead. It subsumed her and drained her of who she was. It was the most coercive, the most violent of feelings, and yet paradoxically one of the most serene. Like a monk meditating while being beaten with iron rods. It battered and bettered her. She could almost feel her sense of self being crushed under the weight of her... goddess. Her lady. It was all she ever wanted.