Chapters

Lady Karla stood at the edge of the "Temple-Zone," her sharp eyes scanning the vast, open space, where the upcoming punishments would soon take place. The morning sun bathed the grounds in a golden light, but the warm glow did nothing to soften the cold reality of what was to come. With practiced ease, she ran the leather of her whip through her fingers, feeling the familiar texture, letting its weight rest in her hands.Continue

Lady Jenna reclined effortlessly in her luxurious leather armchair, the soft glow of a nearby lamp casting seductive shadows on her finely tailored attire. As she took a long, deliberate drag from her cigarette, the smoke curled languidly around her, forming a veil of quiet dominance. At her feet, Mistress Vanessa knelt dutifully, fastening the zipper on Jenna’s gleaming black thigh-high boots, her hands trembling slightly from excitement.Continue

I know that the stories I write, especially those set in dark fantasy worlds like the one revolving around Cruella, might give you the wrong impression about who I am. On the surface, they seem cruel, twisted, even harmful, but that couldn’t be further from the truth of who I am in reality. What I write is pure fantasy; an expression of my inner turmoil, a way to confront the darker parts of the world and myself.Continue