Chapters

Lady Victoria steps out of her grand mansion, her presence commanding attention even in the quiet of the morning. She halts abruptly, her piercing gaze falling on her four-wheel-drive left ungaraged in the driveway. The audacity of such incompetence fuels her irritation. She tightens her grip on her riding crop, her mind already envisioning the suitable punishment for the oaf responsible.Continue

Lilith strides into the grand building housing Lady Jenna’s exclusive offices, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her attire today is a calculated blend of elegance and intimidation: a crisp white blouse that hugs her form, a short, tailored black skirt that reveals her toned legs, and towering platform heels that add even more height to her already commanding presence. In her hand, she carries a long, slim riding switch, an accessory she’s chosen as much for style as for the pleasure it brings her to wield it.Continue

High Priestess Diana enters with an aura of commanding allure, every detail of her appearance meticulously crafted to exude dominance and beauty. Her outfit, bold and provocative, is a striking combination of textures and styles that captures attention with its dark, luxurious shine. The sleek, glossy PVC top clings to her figure, accentuating her form while catching the light in a way that amplifies her presence. It melds around her torso, sculpting her silhouette into something almost otherworldly, the material taut and unforgiving, adding to her aura of authority.Continue

Lady Cassandra opened the door to her playroom, and as the heavy wood creaked against the silent air, she ushered the trembling slave in with an elegant, dismissive gesture. His eyes, wide with fear, darted around the room, taking in the gloom and shadows that clung to every corner. The sinister space was designed not just to punish, but to unsettle, to disarm her victims before a single blow was struck. Even in its incomplete state, the room pulsed with malevolence. The emptiness, the dark decor, and the faint echoes of imagined cries from past sessions all contributed to the atmosphere of dread.Continue

In the dimly lit kitchen of Vixen's private quarters, the air hums with the low murmur of hushed voices and clinking glasses. Vixen sits at the head of the sleek black marble counter, her presence as undeniable as the dark allure of her nightclubs. Her long, painted nails tap rhythmically against her glass as she gazes at her two closest allies, a spark of mischief and ambition lighting her dark eyes.Continue

The recently acquired servant, Lee, sprawls back in the soft armchair, letting himself relax for the first time in hours. Lady Camilla, his owner, had left him with strict orders along with the other slaves: the house must be spotless by the evening. Tonight, she is hosting a small but crucial dinner party, and the stakes are high. Her social and political ambitions are at risk, and every detail must be perfect.Continue