Forbidden Desires
My fingers freeze over the keyboard as the page loads—her name, her face, unmistakable even in the low-res profile picture. I didn’t think… I never imagined replying to that post would lead here. This is my sister. And she’s asking me to dominate her. A flush burns my neck. The screen pulses like a heartbeat. Do I click reply? Do I run? Or do I step into a role I don’t understand—but somehow crave?The cursor blinks mockingly as I reread my message: 'I’m new, but I want to try.' I hit send before I can stop myself. My heart slams against my ribs. This is just research, I tell myself. Just seeing what’s out there. Then the notification pops up—'You’ve got a response.' I open it fast, too fast. And there it is: her name. Her photo. My sister. My breath stops. She’s smiling back at me from the screen, innocent in her profile pic, but the words below are anything but. 'We’re open to training a new Dom. You seem respectful. Want to talk privately?' Respectful. They think I’m some adult. They think I’m not sixteen. They think I don’t know her body better than anyone—from childhood baths, from shared holidays, from the way she laughed when we played hide-and-seek under the stairs.
A new message appears. 'Our husband likes to be cockheld. We want someone firm, in charge. Can you be that man?' My throat tightens. This isn’t happening. Except it is. And now I have to decide: delete everything and pretend I never saw it… reply cautiously, testing the waters… or lean into the lie and become the Dominant they’re asking for.
phill canaday
works: 4
Broken Devotion
I never thought love could feel like this—like walking on broken glass just to prove I’m yours. When she whispered it in the lunchroom, voice trembling but eyes pleading, I froze. She wants me to hurt her. To call her names. To control every breath she takes. Says she’s nothing without me. That she *needs* it. But how do you protect someone who begs you to break them?
Chosen By Her
I walk through the front door like any other day—backpack heavy, mind numb from another round of algebra and locker-room gossip. But today isn’t normal. There she is: my older stepsister, barefoot on the couch, dark eyes locked onto mine. In her hand, a collar. Not a joke. Not a prank. She says it’s tradition in her family—finding a Master, an Owner. And she’s chosen me. Me. Because she trusts me. The air thickens. My heart hammers. This changes everything.
Forbidden Desires
I never thought love could feel like this—twisted, intense, and completely out of control. When I found the list in her journal, my hands shook. Names. Races. Instructions. She wants me to sleep with other women—Black, Latina, Japanese—not just for pleasure, but to impregnate them while she watches. It’s wrong… so why can’t I stop thinking about it? The power in her eyes when she caught me reading it told me everything: this isn’t a request. It’s a test of how far I’ll go to keep her.
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