No Safe Word: BDSM Slave Domination Dark Erotica

Lacy never felt real unless the pain was there. Unless her body cried out as her nerves screamed. It had all started in her teens, when her stepfather had done those horrible things to her. Things she chose not to think of now. Painful things she had to block out. But when one shuts off a part of whom they are, the ability to feel is often shut away as well.

She had taken to the BDSM community instantly when her college boyfriend had introduced her to it. The first time she was cuffed and spanked she had felt so alive, so free from her self-induced prison. But with any addiction, as time rolled by she needed more severe forms of punishment to feel that extreme feeling flooding her with life. All of which culminated with the tenuous circumstances she found herself under now.

The ultimate trust. The ultimate abandonment. Submission without a safe word. The only promises no permanent physical injury. No ability to stop it once the session began. They said he was cruel, that his hunger for doling out pain was insatiable. A true battle of wills to see who would tire first. A true test to see if she could finally free herself from the prison she keeps herself locked away in.

As she hangs from the ceiling, her nerves raw she begins to wonder if she will escape this endeavor with any shred of her sanity left.