[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’ shoulders and jaw, in spite of her relaxed demeanor. Even breathing as slow and easy as the Mistress was, her pet usually would have been able to sense the trepidation and worry gripping her protector's heart. Somewhere in the back of her mind Dani knew that.
Somewhere.
It was one of so many reasons she needed this woman.
The Mistress also knew th

[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 tenderly aged beauty of the middle aged woman returned to the reflection before her. Right where she should be. Perfectly imperfect, just like I like, the cheeky little thought. Turning away she skipped happily back down the hall to the kitchen.
Thank you, she heard an older identity’s soft voice whisper from a dark recess in

[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 away. “It’s the only thing we can do,” she shrugged with a heavy sigh. “There are no other options, so we have nothing to lose, truthfully. And if we’re not back to some kind of normal life by the end of it, you just remember our deal.”
The young woman knew of the deal to which the clawed demoness was referr