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Dark Dominance - Spell... B-O-U-N-D

Dark Dominance

© S.B. 2025 All Rights Reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.


Gabrielle’s screams echoed against the damp, uneven walls of the basement, her desperation growing louder. The flickering light bulb over her head hurt her eyes which were now on the verge of tears. There was a faint smell of mildew in the air, a scent that made her nose twitch as she strained against the coarse ropes binding her wrists to the arms of the rickety chair.

“Let me go, you crazy bitch!” she demanded, looking at the tall brunette standing in front of her.

Hannah moved with meticulous precision, unfurling a large white sheet onto a makeshift frame that stood at the far end of the room. Her movements were calm and deliberate, which only heightened Gabrielle’s sense of dread. As she secured the edges of the fabric with clothespins, it billowed slightly, reminiscent of a ghostly sail in a forgotten shipyard. A projector hummed to life.

“Not until you learn your lesson, sweetie,” Hannah purred without looking back. “You’re going to help me whether you want it or not.”

“Not in a million years!”

“You say that now, but I bet that by the end of the day, you’ll be seeing things differently…”

“You are insane! No wonder he dumped your sorry ass the moment he had the chance!”

Hannah turned around, her dark eyes glinting with an unsettling mix of anger and amusement. “You think this is just about him? It’s not. This is about you thinking you could just waltz into his life and play the role of the perfect girlfriend while I… I was left in the dust.” Her voice lowered, becoming a velvety whisper that dripped with venom. “When I’m done messing with your head, you’ll be a vindictive bitch like me and you’ll make him pay on my behalf.”

Gabrielle squirmed in her seat, her heart racing as Hannah approached, holding a rubber ball gag in her right hand. The brunette slipped the gag into Gabrielle’s mouth with an unsettling gentleness, securing it behind her head as she leaned in closer. “There we go,” she said, her breath hot against Gabrielle’s ear, “now you have no choice but to be quiet. Just relax and enjoy the show.”

She stepped back and flicked a switch on the projector, releasing vibrant spirals that danced and twisted on the makeshift screen. At first, they were mere colors – blues, pinks, yellows – swirling together like a kaleidoscope of chaos. Gabrielle’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but found herself being drawn to the mesmerizing spectacle. It pulled at her mind, tugging her thoughts into a disorienting vortex where clarity was but a distant memory.

Slowly, the shapes began to transform, and figures emerged from them – women adorned in leather and latex, their eyes smoldering with authority and allure. “Look at them, Gabrielle,” Hannah instructed, kneeling beside her. “Can you see the power radiating from them? They own themselves; they don’t wait for permission or validation. They take what they want and crush anyone who dares stand in their way. You could be one of them – and you will!”

As the images flickered, a mix of horror and fascination swept over Gabrielle. The women strutted across the screen, clad in tight corsets that hugged their curves, thigh-high boots that clinked with every step, and collars adorned with gleaming studs. They were all too beautiful for words, their expressions fierce and unapologetic.

“See how they command attention?” Hannah’s voice was a soft caress laced with malice. “They are strength personified. None of this meekness you cling to. They’re all you need to be.”

A series of bold messages flashed across the screen in striking fonts:

“EMBODY YOUR DARK SIDE.”

“UNLEASH THE QUEEN WITHIN YOU,”

“DOMINATE THE WEAK.”

With each phrase, Gabrielle’s soul fractured – a part of her recognized the insidious allure of their confidence, while the other screamed to resist. The vibrant colors pulsed in unison with her racing heart, repeating the words as they burrowed into her mind like seeds taking root.

“Peter said I was a control freak, and that I was always trying to bring him to heel. Imagine how he’ll feel when he realizes his perfect new girl is just like me…” Hannah flashed a seductive smile.

Gabrielle struggled against the gag, but the sound that escaped her was muffled and futile. The world around her began to blur as Hannah’s words wrapped around her like a serpent constricting its prey. Each message flashed brighter, more insistent, and harder to resist.

“SEIZE YOUR POWER.”

“CONTROL THOSE BENEATH YOU.”

“YOU DESERVE TO BE ADORED AND OBEYED.”

The images on the screen seemed to ripple like water disturbed by a rock, and as they shifted, something stirred deep within herself – a murmur of suppressed anger that started to rise like an unstoppable tide.

“Good,” Hannah purred as the innocent woman’s eyes became glassy. “Let it all out. That’s your true self, awakening. Let go of that weak façade you’ve built. You’ve been playing nice for far too long.”

A new wave of visuals cascaded across the screen – Women towering over their counterparts, snatching power from the unsuspecting hands of men who had always assumed authority belonged to them. They laughed and rejoiced as they commanded their servants to lick their heels and used their gaping mouths as living ashtrays.

“This is what you’ll do to Peter,” Hannah commanded. “You’ll turn him into your slave and humiliate him every chance you get. You’ll do it for me.”

Her resolve withering away, Gabrielle absorbed every single insidious message, a hint of drool forming on her lips. Powerful. Dominant. Cruel. Those were all the things she needed to be from now on. Peter would kneel. Peter would beg and do whatever the fuck she told him to, for he was but an inferior maggot who was lucky to have her in his life. Hmm, yes…

“Perfect!” Hannah thought, her plan coming into fruition. The best acts of revenge are those you don’t expect, and he would never see it coming until he felt the sting of Gabrielle’s whip on his sorry ass. She couldn’t wait.

THE END


 

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S. B.

Simple Being, Middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for themes of Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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