Two years later, on the Island of New Lesbos.
The sun shone brightly over Saphopolis, the main city of New Lesbos. Built where the river met the sea, the city was a vibrant mix of ancient aesthetics and futuristic design: temples of pleasure standing beside high-tech clinics, marble plazas blooming with erotic sculptures, and wide roads lined with pink-blossomed trees.
Today, the entire city gathered for a special occasion: the inauguration of the Sapphire Bridge, a sweeping arc of steel and glass connecting the eastern and western halves of Saphopolis. At the center of the ceremony stood Emily, High Priestess and founder of the Cult of Lesbos. She radiated timeless beauty, her voice calm and powerful as she addressed the crowd.
Standing just behind her, beaming with pride, was Kate, nude as always, save for her slave collar, high-heel sandals, and a golden wedding ring on her finger. Her toned body gleamed in the sunlight. This bridge was her project. She had designed it. She had overseen every beam, every panel, every glowing crystal embedded in its structure. It was not just an engineering marvel, it was a symbol of unity, of pleasure, of feminine power.
At her side stood her wife, Stella, dressed in her signature sexy nurse uniform: short skirt, stockings, clipboard tucked under her arm. A nurse in the maternity wing of the city’s main hospital, Stella’s gentle hands had helped bring hundreds of babies into the world. And now, for the first time, she was carrying her own. Her hand rested protectively on her round belly. Their daughter.
Back at the bridge, applause erupted as Emily cut the ceremonial ribbon with a golden blade shaped like a double Venus symbol. Kate bowed low, not out of duty, but reverence.
Later that evening, Kate and Stella returned to their home—the sprawling mansion of Mistress Tyranny, nestled on a hill overlooking the sea. They shared it with the other slaves, all of whom lived in eager service to the island’s high priestess of BDSM. Mistress Tyranny, once known simply as Annie, was now a high-ranking priestess of the Cult. Her mission: to recruit women with a taste for power exchange (dominants, submissives, switches, and brats) and bring them into the fold. She was extraordinarily successful. BDSM clubs across the world whispered her name, and more and more women (and some men too) joined the Cult after attending one of her seductive "retreats."
Though she was rarely on the island, often traveling with her loyal maid and partner, Louise, and her two first pets Doggy and Kitty. But whenever Mistress Tyranny returned, Kate and Stella were given what they craved most: complete submission. To the outside world, Kate was a leader. But in her Mistress’s presence, she was nothing more than a well-trained, obedient sex slave, and she adored every moment of it.
Kate’s company, Sapphic Structures, was the island’s most prominent construction firm. There was always something to build—new villas, public baths, erotic temples, floating gardens, skybridges, and domed pleasure palaces. Her team had grown to match the island’s needs.
Ironically, it had started with a joke. Back in the old world, at her former engineering firm, she had once sent the Cult’s videos to Lisa. What began as curiosity spread like wildfire. Co-workers passed the videos around as office banter. Until the changes began. One by one, sexist coworkers found themselves dreaming of the island, growing breasts, and craving the softness of other women. Eventually, most of the office relocated to Lesbos. Now, many of the men who had thrown sexist remarks at Kate were her employees, reborn as Daughters of Lesbos, obedient, and eager to serve. Including Kate's former boss, now a woman named Jacky O'Brian.
Lisa had become Kate’s personal assistant, her confidante, and her occasional lover. On the island, sex was almost as casual as saying hello. Desires were shared freely. Bodies were meant to be touched, kissed, adored. But no matter how many women Kate slept with, her heart belonged to Stella.
As the stars appeared over Saphopolis, Kate and Stella stood together on their private balcony. Below, women danced naked in the moonlight. A ceremony had begun in the central plaza: new initiates, freshly arrived, were being welcomed into the Cult. Kate kissed Stella’s belly.
“She’ll be perfect,” Kate whispered. “A daughter of New Lesbos. Born into paradise.”
Stella smiled. “She’ll be strong, like you.”
Kate looked out at the island. At what they had built. At what they had become.
Two years ago, she was just a woman searching for something she couldn’t name.
Now, she was part of something eternal. She was a slave. A wife. A builder. A lover. A faithful member of the Cult of Lesbos. And soon, she would become a mother too.
THE END