[5 Min Read] A Domme watches over her D.I.D. submissive during a PTSD episode.
Danielle laid quietly on the sofa, her head resting heavily on the small pillow in the lap of her owner. Eyes closed, almost peacefully.
Outwardly they both appeared to be resting comfortably; a Domme and her pet spending quality time together. The calm emanating from the woman watching over her most precious of gifts resonated with a tender protectiveness. Yet, there was something more.
Anyone who knew them could feel the tension in the air, the sense of foreboding lingering around the pair. Normally Dani would have sensed the tension in her Mistress’ sho
[2 Min Read] A D.I.D. little alter uses witchcraft to repress an inner demon.
Her glare penetrating, “I know how to take care of myself,” the little alter said aloud to the dark figure in the mirror.
Cupping a small rock mortar in one hand she used a stone pestle to continuously crush a few of the peppercorns rolling around in the bottom. Lowering her head every few moments she’d take a deep draw of the freshly ground scents wafting up from the ancient spice. Each time a tiny smile would crest the corners of her lips like little waves.
Slowly letting out one breath after another, the shadowy figure faded. Gradually the te
[2 Min Read] A primary alter of a D.I.D. system chats with her main persecutor.
"She left a huge hole in our life’s purpose, and I don’t think this dumb novel idea is going to even begin to fill the emptiness. But we have nothing else, so I suppose we gotta try it, right?” The old demoness turned to look at the young woman where she lay, obviously beaten and exhausted from the lasting battle of the day.
“Yeah. We gotta try.” The girl winced. “Every now and then, it almost seems like I’m finally getting through to you.”
The demon’s hunched mass of blackness sat on the ground several feet