At 'The Velvet Room,' relaxation is a lie. The massage oils aren't meant to soothe; they are meant to surrender. Valerio is a twenty-two-year-old master of a very specific, dark craft. In a world of high-society women trapped in cold marriages and stifling expectations, he is the only one who can offer them the "release" they truly crave. As an expert in the most extreme facets of BDSM, hidden under the guise of an elite massage parlor, Valerio doesn't just work on bodies-he breaks spirits and rebuilds them. The parlor is a sanctuary of sin, a place where frustrated young wives and powerful matriarchs come to shed their masks. But Valerio remains untouched by the chaos he creates... until he meets Maria. Maria is a serene bud in a garden of thorns-beautiful, untouched, and seemingly out of place in Valerio's world of shadows. But Valerio sees the fire beneath her quiet exterior. He decides to do more than just serve her; he decides to mold her. Together, they will become the most formidable duo the city's elite has ever seen, turning the art of the massage into a masterclass of carnal dominance. 🍷UPDATES : EVERY MONDAY 3 :00 AM IST / SUNDAY 9:30 PM GMT/UTC

Sara is a cute, 19 year old blonde who was living a normal life. Her broken family, distant friends, and redundant life do take a toll on her, though. It's nothing compared to the life she's thrown into when she's unwillingly kidnapped and forced to be the pet Puppy of Jason, a handsome, middleaged, and wealthy man. The two are at odds with eachother, as Sara attempts to resist her new master's will, and as he attempts to break her. Sara is forced into a horribly humiliating dog-like suit, and forced to endure terrible punishments and degrading treatments at the hands of her captor.

She was Malini. She loved filter coffee, jasmine flowers, and coding. She had a future in Chennai. Then she signed the contract. Now, she is just meat in a neoprene suit. For 365 days, Malini is subjected to a relentless curriculum of dehumanization. She is forced to become a silent statue in a saree shop, a golden prop at a wedding, and a scavenging animal on the beach. Her humanity is surgically removed, piece by piece, replaced by triggers, fears, and a desperate need for a cage. This is not a story of survival. It is a documentation of an erasure. It is a journey into the darkest corners of the human mind, where the desire for freedom is tortured out of existence, until the only safe place left is the dark cupboard under the sink. How much of a person can you cut away before they are no longer human? WARNING: This story contains extreme themes of psychological conditioning, physical degradation, sensory deprivation, dehumanization, pet-play/regression, involuntary bodily modification, and total loss of autonomy. This is a dark psychological horror story, not a romance. Read at your own risk.

Head down, eyes down, kneel, don't speak, hands outstretched, palms up, OBEY. This is my first story and I'll do my best to update when I can. Trigger warning, there will be mentions of abuse, enslavement, torture, SA and more. read at your own risk. I may put a warning before graphic scenes. I haven't decided If this will be Mafia based or werewolf or both. Ill re read chapters often and fix what I can. This book will be dark and brutal. I own all rights to this book

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He kissed her heels once... now he can't live without their weight on his face. Manav isn't your average submissive. He's young, successful, and commands attention at work-but the moment Mistress Rashmi steps into his life in her towering stilettos, he drops to his knees like he was born to serve. She doesn't just dominate-she owns him. With every slap, every cruel smile, every drop of her spit, she breaks him further-rebuilding him as her obedient, aching, pathetic little pet. He lives to worship her feet. To be choked by her scent. To be used, humiliated, denied, and punished. Pain becomes pleasure. Shame becomes arousal. And surrender? It becomes his greatest addiction. This isn't romance. This is full-blown degradation. And he wouldn't trade it for the world. Welcome to a world where the heels are high, and the obedience is deeper than lust.

"I'll crush your balls"

Arkwright Academy has rules. Obey. Be silent. Don't get noticed. But Seraphine March was never very good at disappearing-especially after she caught the attention of the Headmaster. Alaric Vale is cold, brilliant, and utterly untouchable. Rumor says he breaks students without ever raising his voice-and Seraphine just became his favorite to discipline. Night after night, she's summoned to his office. Not for punishment. For training. Obedience. Stillness. Silence. He teaches her control by taking hers away. Slowly. Beautifully. Mercilessly. She's not allowed to touch herself. She's not allowed to speak unless told. She's not even allowed to want. But she does. And when he finally rewards her... it's not with mercy. It's with ownership. She was never meant to belong to anyone. Now she wears his collar beneath her uniform-and she's not the only one. But some secrets don't stay silent forever. He's watching. And he's not finished training her yet.

Violet and her Master have friends over for a dinner party.