A Change of Plans is a kinky, t4t, sapphic fiction book(‽‽) that I’m writing. I post new chapters every Thursday.
Valerie is a trans woman in her late twenties; her family is unaccepting of her transition, her abusive partner left her suddenly a few months ago, and her job is about to fire her. Dana, also trans, is older (if not necessarily wiser), but managed to turn a lucky career in tech into independent wealth. She’s had her eye on Valerie for a while now, and can’t escape her fantasies of acquiring the girl as her pet.
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These are the “good” things the story contains, though of course if you find these to be problematic, you might want to find something else to read.
(As of right now, October 9th, most of these are mere promises of what’s to come.)
These are elements that are explicitly present as part of the characters' background and/or the context of the story. I try to approach these topics seriously, and they aren’t played for laughs or for sexual prurience. I absolutely welcome feedback about how sensitively I’m approaching them, either positive or negative.
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@ me on blue sky @quiet.inkValerie had no way to mark or measure the passage of time, and it seemed to flow by unevenly. Sometimes, the pain smeared into white noise, her mind slipped out of gear, and entire minutes flowed by without thought or experience.
Valerie stepped unsteadily through the kitchen door. She held Dana’s letter in both trembling hands, with a grip that threatened to tear the crinkled sheet in half. The sky was just starting to brighten with dawn light.
Valerie spent Friday reviewing and writing documentation for the work she had finished over the prior three weeks. Neither she nor Lucca said anything directly, but she knew it was the last time she would touch those systems. She wanted to leave things neat for whoever might need to revisit the projects later.
Lucca took the phone call to their office, but the interior doors in their home were thin and hollow. Their voice carried, at the best of times; and whatever was in the letter had them angry, and they were not shy about raising their voice.
Lucca removed the blindfold first, gently unwinding the PVC tape from Valerie’s head. The tape stuck only to itself; so, mercifully, it did not pull on her skin or hair as they peeled it off. They untied the knots holding her in place on the bed next, tossing aside each length of rope to tidy up later.
“I can tattoo you.” Lucca said the words casually, over breakfast. An entirely uneventful week had passed, and it was Sunday again.
Valerie pushed the ribbed fabric of Lucca’s tank top up their torso, her fingers trailing lightly along the revealed skin. She undressed Lucca like she was unwrapping a gift; unveiling a sculpture.
“But you want to show me how strong you are, don’t you, my pet?” Valerie stared agape at Lucca, still at a complete loss for words. Lucca took their hand off her neck, and patted her cheek gently, then hooked a finger through the attachment ring dangling from the front of her collar.
Valerie lay in bed for an hour trying to collect herself. Her heart settled down to a more restful tempo, but her thoughts kept returning, again and again, to her need and desperation. The memory of her dream fragmented and faded, but the central elements of it remained clear; especially the way Lucca’s whip purified her thoughts even as it drove her to the brink of climax.
Valerie was shaking, trapped against a cold concrete wall by unyielding steel wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Chains rattled dully against the concrete; in time with the shuddering of Valerie’s breath. She worried she was hyperventilating, but the fear was already too much to control.