FemDom Slave's Fantasy Diary

A warning to all who venture beyond this point and who dare to look upon the extremely dark fantasies of a besotted, tormented, but ultimately kept safe and consensual slave. You're about to read tales of grim slave ownership. A person hunted, conquered, dehumanised, stripped of everything he is or was, physically and psychologically, and broken then reshaped as property, chattel; a used and abused slave. These are the thoughts that tease his imagination and therefore his body, parts of his anatomy which will never be fully sated and are destined to circle in deliciously cruel, unending torment.

I was hers. I was also his. My head was a whirl. My life in turmoil. The woman I had hated. The bitch who had already broken me once by leaving and still ripping my world apart, taking all I had with the wealthy solicitors she could afford. Now she had the one thing that she hadn't previously grasped: me.