Late Life (Epilogue)
Tommy spent the following years of his life in serenity.
He was a brilliant psychiatrist and never denied his kinky sexual identity—in fact, his school of ethical BDSM had been a great success. He taught Dominants the value of their submissives’ surrender, their sacred responsibility. He taught submissives how to accept Dominants with their fragilities and how to care for them. He explained that submission wasn’t a real lack of dignity, but a conscious choice to reveal one’s most vulnerable and forbidden side—and at the same time, an act of care and love. He explained that dominance wasn’t just sadism, but also protection, liberation, and responsibility.
He taught how to integrate dark impulses (sadism and masochism) into a framework of respect and affection that also valued the rest of the lives of those who chose that lifestyle. He taught that BDSM wasn’t a prison, but a language—that it wasn’t incompatible with love or vanilla sex.
He dismantled the myths of superiority and inferiority tied to roles and taught empathy in all its forms, even the most depraved ones.
As a psychiatrist, his life experiences had stripped him of any lingering narcissism. He didn’t consider himself superior to any of his patients, not even the most cognitively impaired. He knew what it was like to not have a properly functioning analytical mind—his regression experiences had taught him vulnerability. He saw the souls of his patients and cared for them, no matter how lost they were.
Things were good with Cristiano and his Masters. The friendship was there, and the two languages—romantic love and loving submission—coexisted without conflict. Sometimes they dined together, and Tommy still cooked for everyone. They ate and laughed together. Maybe Tommy would sit at his Masters’ feet on the couch like the good boy he was, and his husband would kiss him passionately, accepting him in his entirety. Cristiano hadn’t become a Dominant himself, but he loved Tommy for who he was. The same went for his nieces and nephews, now grown up. They knew that conscious submission was part of their uncle’s identity, and they didn’t love him any less for it—in fact, they loved him more. He had taught them that submission wasn’t uncritical and that it could coexist with love and strength of spirit.
Unfortunately, Karma was the first to leave Tommy. His parents were the second. And after another decade, it was Cristiano’s turn.
But Tommy was at peace. He had resolved all conflicts with Cristiano and knew he would see him again, along with Karma and his parents.
His Masters and his little nieces and nephews remained his family.
One day, in his eightieth year, Tommy lay in bed, contemplating the photos of his life—the incredible journey he had made. He was deeply grateful. That night, he crossed the threshold, without pain, without fear.
Belial and Luciferiel welcomed him not just as their slut, but as a warrior who had won his battle.
Luciferiel said, "Your soul chose to experience such forbidden desires—sadism, masochism, humiliation—because it knew it had enough light to illuminate and transfigure even the darkness."
Belial added, "And you did it masterfully, little one. You ennobled the meaning of 'slut,' my dear. You were incredible… now follow us."
Tommy reunited with his husband, his parents, Karma, and all his loved ones. He met the past versions of himself and the boys who had been tortured by the cult. Now his soul was free—it could take any form it desired, which came in handy for his kinky experiments. He loved his husband deeply, but every now and then, he enjoyed playing with Belial and Luciferiel—not just as a slave, but as an accomplice. Belial occasionally invited him to join him on the dark side, and they had fun using their powers to awaken forbidden desires in sluts in denial and budding Dominants. But Luciferiel always asked him to assist in guiding all the souls struggling to integrate their forbidden desires with the rest of their identity.
He always watched over Riccardo, Marco, Francesca, and his beloved little nieces and nephews.
A few days after his death, Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca organized his funeral. Tommy and all his loved ones watched from above.
Marco, usually the most reserved, was the first to speak. "Tommy was a warrior. He healed my insecurities. He was a brilliant mind… a legendary slut… a good soul. He taught me to love myself… and he taught me that submission isn’t weakness—it’s trust and courage. It was an honor to have him as a friend."
Francesca was in tears. "Tommy was my ex. Then my slave. Always my best friend. Always our beating heart, our glue. He stripped away all his defenses for us… he literally put himself on the cross for us and healed us from our narcissism."
Riccardo took the floor. "Yes, all true. He had a heart of gold. We saved each other. He would have protected me with his life, and I, who purely enjoyed torturing him like a madman, would have protected him with mine. But let’s be clear! Tommy wasn’t some Christ who put himself on the cross as a sacrifice! He put himself on the cross because he liked feeling… every… single… nail!"
The crowd laughed.
Riccardo continued, "And anyway, don’t worry about Tommy… he’s fine, I can feel it. If he ended up with the Demons, he’s giving them hell because they’re not whipping him hard enough! And if he ended up with the Angels, well, God has a problem… because with those puppy-dog eyes begging to be put in his place, he’s probably brought out the sadism in Archangel Gabriel too! He’s licking the celestial swords—pun intended—with joy, with his husband holding his leash to bring him home for dinner!"
The crowd laughed and cried through their tears.
From above, Tommy looked mischievously at his husband, Belial, and Luciferiel. Well, no lies were told!
The End
Dear Reader,
This story is not just erotic fiction. I hesitated to publish it on this site because I know many only want excitement and nothing more. I know some of you actually like fantasies slaves who are stripped of their identity and Masters who force them to do anything, even if it destroys their subs’ lives. Of course I find these fantasies problematic but I get it- fantasy sometimes transcends morals and it can serve as a form of escapism. But this wasn’t my goal. I wanted to show you a piece of my soul instead. This story largely reflects my own journey. I know it will be divisive—not everyone seeks existential reflections in an erotic story. As you may have guessed, I despise BDSM that leads to the annihilation of the person and misunderstands submission as weakness, inferiority or lack of personality. I wanted to show that BDSM and power exchange can be something else.
If Tommy’s story has spoken to someone’s heart and helped someone live their kinky side—no matter how extreme—without giving up any other part of themselves-romance included, then it will have served a purpose. For me, in any case, it has been deeply therapeutic.
Peace and love to all ✌️
