Overview

A ~4k word lezdom submission fantasy story 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: Yara smirked, self-satisfied at how low she had brought her captive. Try as she might, Ivie couldn't help but feel fulfilled for pleasing her... captor. "Nothing." Yara purred, almost sensually. "That's right. That's all you are to me. Nothing." She paused for a moment. "But I can make you into something. I can make you mine. My creation. My vessel. My plaything. Is that what you want?" "What I want is what you want, my lady." Oh, that was the right answer. Yara couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face, nor the fire that burned in her loins. Her stance, casual, mocking, even, became ever-more attentive, alert, aroused. "You're mine. Void without me." Yara tipped Ivie's head up to look at her from her kneeling position. "All you are is dependent on me. Determined on me. When I scrape away all the trappings of knighthood and nobility, all the delusions of pride and power, what is the one thing I will find written on your soul?" "... your name." Ivie whispered.