Grad Taljenje Part 1 – Handmaidens From the Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Little Switch
Chapter 3. White Dresses, Velvet Capes
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3. White Dresses, Velvet Capes - An old, crumbling castle high in the mountains, long forgotten by time. When new owners open its doors, they find more than dust: rooms whispering desire, hidden rituals, and a force awakening. Two young women enter, innocent and unaware, drawn into seduction, surrender, and something deeper. The pace is slow, the tension rising. No rush, only anticipation. Step inside… and feel Grad Taljenje take hold of you.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Masturbation Oral Sex
Nikolas came with the first name: Janez Novak. Googling didn’t help the ladies, so Katarina quickly texted her brother asking who he was. “The baker from the village,” Nikolas texted back shortly.
Katarina whooped, teasing her brother in a message asking if he had forgotten that they wanted to dominate rich and powerful men. “The baker is on the verge of bankruptcy,” Nikolas explained, “which is a shame, because he supplies our café.” Katarina still didn’t understand. “And he has two daughters I would like as staff...” The penny dropped for the ladies: something for something. And if it brought local staff, it might be a good deal.
Nikolas summoned the baker along with his two daughters. A man in his early fifties knocked on the large door. Beside him stood two young women in white summer dresses. Thin cotton that clung tightly to their young curves and shimmered slightly with every movement. Nikolas opened the castle door and invited his guests inside. He walked behind them, in a carefully chosen position that gave him an unobstructed view of the swaying buttocks beneath the fabric. His tongue involuntarily slid over his dry lips. What he saw awakened hunger.
“You need money, I need staff,” he said bluntly. Janez protested a little, but admitted that he was in financial trouble. Nikolas could save him. He wanted to take over the debts and invest in the bakery. In exchange for an interest-free loan with an indefinite term. Janez didn’t know what had hit him and stood up to thank Nikolas. “And I want your daughters.”
Janez sank back into his chair in surprise. His daughters? What did the castle lord mean? Nikolas looked the baker straight in the eye: “As long as the loan runs, both your daughters will work at the castle. They work here, they sleep here, and they are entirely at my disposal.” Janez visibly startled, his daughters would stay at the castle. “They will receive room and board and a good hourly wage that I will put into a ‘fund in their name.’ As soon as they are released from service, they can both access their own capital.”
All three nodded that they understood. The youngest daughter, Nika, asked what Nikolas meant by ‘entirely at his disposal’. “What I say is what I mean,” Nikolas said enigmatically, “entirely at my disposal.”
They left the castle with three days to think it over. That same afternoon the baker already called to say they agreed. Nikolas went down to the village, signed the contracts, and walked back pleasantly with the two girls: the 18-year-old Nika and her one-year-older sister Dunja. In the castle Nikolas showed them their modern luxury bedroom, which they would share. Delighted with the beautiful room, they followed him to the café, where Nikolas explained how everything worked. The café would reopen the next day with the sisters as the only staff.
After dinner they sat inside the large room. It was still cold outside and the fireplace burned pleasantly, warming the space more than enough. “And what exactly did you mean by ‘entirely at your disposal’?” Nika asked mischievously. “Do I have to fuck you too?” Dunja choked on her wine, and Nikolas gave a big smile. He liked this spontaneous girl. He confirmed her question and said that wasn’t the only thing. “Are we your sex slaves?” Nika grinned.
“Yes,” Nikolas answered the somewhat tense-looking sisters, “you do exactly what I say. What you do, with whom you do it, and how you do it. Everywhere and always.” Despite the directness, the sisters barely startled. They looked at each other as if their suspicions had been confirmed, and Nikolas even thought he saw a twinkle in their eyes.
It was Nika again who spoke first, a little hesitantly asking if they had to fuck now. “No, not yet,” the castle lord said decisively. He had a plan for how he wanted to initiate new submissives.
The girls ran the café very well. Their cheerful appearance influenced the guests. More tourists came in, stayed longer, and ordered more. Their lovely bodies and short skirts probably also helped attract especially the older male guests. Nikolas was satisfied and after a week transferred their first wages, including all tips. The girls watched and were excited about the high amount that appeared on their blocked accounts.
Still, something was bothering the girls, and eventually it was Nika who shyly brought it up: “Aren’t we pretty enough for you, Nikolas?” The young man looked at the girls one by one in disbelief. How could they think that? “We are at your service, but you still haven’t used us,” Dunja added shyly. Nikolas laughed. So that was what was going on! Reassuringly he said they were more beautiful than he could have dreamed, but that he wanted to do the initiation with all the castle owners.
The castle owners met that weekend. Elize arrived first, together with Katarina. They stepped out of the beautiful cable car that had brought them across the gaping valley to the wall. They stepped out with quiet elegance, as if the mountain air had already prepared them for what was to come. The sisters Nika and Dunja waited for them, their eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and quiet excitement.
Elize hugged them both gently, her hands lingering for a moment on their cheeks, warm and possessive. “You look beautiful,” she whispered. Katarina followed, her laugh playful but her gaze intense: she let her fingertips glide over Nika’s arm, a silent promise.
Victorija arrived later, when the sun was already low and the shadows grew long over the valley. She stepped out with the grace of someone who knew she was coming home. Without a word she opened her arms and embraced the sisters warmly. Nika and Dunja were enveloped by her generous warmth. Victorija pressed them against her as if she had known them for years. A motherly yet simultaneously hungry embrace. “I have waited so long for this moment,” she murmured into their hair.
The sisters’ cheeks colored red, their breathing quickened. After a week with Nikolas, with his calm commands, his touches, his promises, they felt ready for what was to come. They longed for more and felt that this was imminent. The warm welcome from these three women melted their hearts. They would not admit it yet, but they now longed even more than before for complete surrender.
The owners withdrew to the long meeting room on the first floor, a space Nikolas had carefully furnished. Dark oak paneling absorbed the light from the wrought-iron chandeliers. In the center stood a round table, solid and timeless. There were only three chairs, upholstered in deep purple velvet, embroidered with golden threads that formed the contours of a cross. Victorija, Elize, and Katarina took their seats. Nikolas remained standing at the side, his back straight, his hands folded behind his back. A servant in waiting.
The silence was heavy, charged. Victorija opened the leather folder in front of her. Three identical parchment documents, handwritten in black ink. She read aloud, her voice low and melodious, like a prayer: “We, the Triad of Grad Taljenje, hereby recognize our unity. We accept dominion over this house, over its walls, its secrets, and its souls. We swear loyalty to each other, in lust and in power, until our last breath.”
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