Oh God, how did it come to this?
For months, Angela had been living out of her battered old Honda Civic. Being fired from her job and evicted from her apartment in the same week had been completely gut-wrenching. The twenty-year-old blonde spent her days filling out job applications on her slowly dying iPhone, washing her clothes at dingy, depressing laundromats, and sneaking into the Planet Fitness locker room for quick showers.
Another rejection e-mail today. Another night wondering if the car will even start tomorrow.
Her vehicle was held together by cheap parts from Auto Zone and what little mechanical skill she had learned from her high school boyfriend, Kyle. There were times she bitterly wished she hadn’t dumped him; maybe he would have been here to save her from all this.
I was so stupid. I wanted “something more.” Look where that got me.
Kyle was long gone. Within a year of Angela breaking up with him, Kyle got married to a young woman named Julie, and the two of them moved to Texas. By now, Angela imagined they were probably living happily in one of those barndominiums that were so popular down there.
They probably have a real home. A warm bed. Someone who loves them.
She’d occasionally drive to one of the local churches where they would give her gas money and some groceries from their food pantry. She was hardly the religious type, but she wasn’t too proud to sit through a sermon or two if it meant she wouldn’t go hungry.
Every night she curled up in the cramped backseat of the Civic, exhausted and cold.
So cold. It’s always so cold…
In those quiet moments, she’d sometimes fantasize about some rich stranger — man or woman, she no longer cared which — finding her cute enough to take her in as a kept woman. At this point, she’d happily serve her new master or mistress’s sexual needs if it meant a roof over her head and a warm bed to sleep in.
Just someone… anyone… to make this stop.
Fat chance of that, she always reminded herself through bitter tears. It was like she was some stray dog, desperately wishing for her forever home.
As she so often did, Angela went for an evening jog in the park to clear her head. She wore a pink tracksuit and sneakers, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. The sky was already turning shades of pink and orange with the setting of the sun. She decided to take one more lap around her favorite trail before heading back to the parking lot, and the old rust bucket that was her “home.”
Just one more lap. Then back to the car. Another freezing night…
That was when it happened. Silk strands shot from the trees without warning, binding her limbs, gagging her, and yanking her up into the canopy before she could cry out for help.
In that split second, she thought, What the Hell?! What’s happening to me?! Oh God — I can’t move! Something’s got me! It’s pulling me up — this can’t be real!
“Sorry about this, little one.” a soft voice said. “But believe me, you’ll thank me later.”
“Mmmrrph?!”
Who is that?! Let me go! Please—
Angela felt two sharp pinpricks in her left shoulder… and then everything faded to black.
No… not like this…
Angela woke slowly, her head fuzzy and throbbing with a dull ache. What… where am I? The last thing she remembered was the park, the sunset, the rhythmic slap of her sneakers on the trail. Now everything felt wrong.
She tried to move and immediately realized she couldn’t. Thick, warm, silky webbing encased her from the neck down like a living shroud, pinning her arms to her sides and her legs together in a tight, inescapable bundle. Only her head and ponytail were free. The material was surprisingly soft and warm against her skin, but that only made the panic spike higher.
Oh God, I’m trapped. This can’t be real. Am I dreaming? Is this someone’s idea of a sick joke? Where’s the person with the camera? When I get out of this, I’m going to sue someone over this shit.
Her eyes widened in terror as she looked up.
Towering over her was the most regal and beautiful creature she had ever seen: the Drider Princess. Pale bluish white skin, long flowing black hair with purple hues dancing at its edges, a golden spiderweb crown with a single green jewel set in it, ruby earrings shaped like the hourglass mark you might see on a black widow, a black halter top that barely contained her breasts, a black ribbon choker with a black spider-shaped pendant, and the powerful, black lower body and eight legs of a giant arachnid.
Holy shit. What the fuck is that?! She’s… she’s not human. Those legs—oh God, those legs! Angela’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. She’s going to eat me. She’s going to wrap me up and drain me dry like I’m some mayfly she caught. I’m going to die here and no one will ever find me.
The princess smiled down at her, gently stroking Angela’s cheek with a delicate hand. The touch was shockingly tender.
“Shh, easy now, my little stray,” she purred, her sapphic voice like velvet. “The venom was only to help you sleep through the journey, think of it as a little love bite.”
Venom?! She bit me?! Angela’s mind screamed. This is real. I’ve been kidnapped by some kind of monster spider woman. I should be screaming. Why can’t I scream?
She stared up at the creature, eyes wide with confusion and raw fear, her breathing shallow and rapid.
“Oh don’t worry, you’re safe,” the princess continued softly. “I’ve been watching you for weeks… all those cold nights in your car, all those tears. You don’t have to struggle anymore.”
The words hit Angela like a strange, disorienting wave. She’s been… watching me? She knows about the car? About the crying?
Beneath the panic, a tiny, exhausted part of her brain clung to the warmth of the silk and the gentleness of that hand on her cheek. The terror didn’t vanish, but it faltered for just a moment—confused by the unexpected kindness in that velvet voice.
Angela’s heart raced, but the panic was dulled by the sedative and the surprising comfort of the silk. This can’t be happening… I’m being carried by a giant spider woman. Why does the silk feel so warm? It should be terrifying, but it’s almost… nice? No—stop it, Angela. She kidnapped you!
The princess lifted her effortlessly and carried her deep into the woods to a hidden cave entrance. Angela’s mind was still foggy, but she registered the gentle swaying motion and the secure way Selene held her cocooned body against her. She’s so strong… and careful. Like I weigh nothing. Where is she taking me?
Inside, Angela’s eyes widened in awe.
The lair was lavishly decorated — glowing crystals illuminated elegant furnishings, thick ornate rugs, plush silk cushions, carved furniture, and beautiful tapestries. It felt like a hidden palace. Best part of all: the temperature. It felt like it would be perfectly comfortable year-round, warm and stable, despite no sign of any kind of HVAC system.
Holy crap… This place is beautiful. It’s like a fairy tale cave. No more freezing in the car. No more laundromats or church handouts. But… this is her lair. I’m her prisoner. Right?
“Welcome to your new home, sweetie,” the princess said proudly, setting her down on a massive pile of soft cushions.
The cushions were impossibly plush. Angela sank into them, still tightly wrapped in silk. New home? She’s serious. This feels like a dream… or a really elaborate trap. A small, exhausted voice in the back of her mind whispered, It’s warmer and softer than anything I’ve had in months.
“Do-do you have a name?” Angela asked timidly once she could speak again, her voice barely above a whisper.
The princess chuckled good naturedly. “You may call me Selene… when you’re not calling me Mistress, that is.”
Mistress? Angela’s thoughts spun. She really expects me to call her that? This is insane. But… she hasn’t hurt me. She even sounds kind. What the hell is happening to me?
At first, Angela was deeply weirded out by everything. This is insane. She’s treating me like an actual dog — a literal pet. A collar? A leash? Being carried around like some fancy purse accessory? This wasn’t exactly the “kept woman” fantasy she had cried over in her car. I imagined a rich boyfriend or girlfriend with a nice apartment… not a giant spider princess who keeps me wrapped in silk and walks me on a pink leash like I’m her puppy.
But the luxury, the constant warmth, and Selene’s gentle care quickly began to win her over.
That first night, Selene wrapped her in a fresh, thick cocoon and curled protectively around her on the soft web-bed. The silk was even warmer and heavier than before, molding perfectly to her body.
God, this should feel humiliating… but it’s so soft. And she’s holding me like I’m something precious. No cold car seat tonight. No waking up shivering at 3 a.m.
“Sleep tight, my pet,” Selene whispered tenderly, one strong arm draped over the cocoon while her lower spider legs formed a protective wall around them.
My pet… She says it so lovingly. Like she really means it. Angela felt a strange mix of lingering embarrassment and unexpected safety. The sedative had long worn off, yet the gentle rise and fall of Selene’s breathing against her was incredibly soothing.
Angela slept better than she had in months.
Over the following days, Selene took her on gentle “walkies” through the forest with white drider silk wrapped around her breasts and nether regions like a web bra and panties, a soft pink collar with a cute heart-shaped tag that jingled when she moved, and a pink flex leash that could extend or retract to any length between 2 and 10 feet whenever Selene wanted.
Oh my God… I’m actually being walked on a leash. Like a dog. In public—well, in the woods, but still. Angela’s face burned with embarrassment every time the tag jingled or the leash tugged gently. This is humiliating. I’m a grown woman, not someone’s pet… am I?
The embarrassment of being treated like a pet gradually faded as Angela realized how genuinely loved and cared for she was. She checks on me constantly. She makes sure I’m never cold. She looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in her world.
She would even sit up and beg on command, earning praise and the words, “Good girl” from her mistress.
Every time she says that… something inside me melts. I shouldn’t like it this much. But I do. I really do.
By Halloween, Angela had fully embraced her new life. She was dressed in a skimpy catgirl costume — a black bikini that left little to the imagination, cat ears, a swaying cat tail, cat whiskers and nose drawn on with a makeup pencil, and matching kitty paw mittens and shoes. On her pink leash, she happily went trick-or-treating alongside her regal Drider Princess, who wore a rather fetching witch’s hat. They each carried a plastic Jack O’ Lantern candy bucket as they went door to door in the neighborhood near the park.
Look at me… actually enjoying this, Angela thought with a shy, delighted smile as the bell on her collar jingled with every step. A few weeks ago I was crying in my car. Now I’m dressed like a sexy kitten, leashed to the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met, and I feel… safe. Wanted. Happy.
“I love this time of year,” Selene said warmly. “The beautiful fall colors, and being able to be out and about in the daytime without people freaking out.”
“I guess they just think you’re a party-goer in a really good costume,” Angela replied sheepishly, leaning affectionately against one of Selene’s spider legs.
Selene smiled enigmatically. “Maybe.”
Angela cocked an eyebrow. “O-kay, what’s that supposed to mean?”
Selene chuckled softly, the sound like velvet brushing against silk. She gave Angela’s leash a gentle, playful tug as they walked between glowing porch lights. “One thing we driders could always count on is how attached you humans are to the notion that you stand at the apex of creation — with nothing further up the food chain you ever have to worry about. It’s the kind of delightful self-deception we can’t help but find amusing.”
Angela blinked, glancing around at the costumed children and laughing families. “Delightful? You make it sound like we’re all walking around with blindfolds on.”
“In a way, yes,” Selene replied, her ruby earrings catching the light as she tilted her head. “For thousands of years, your kind has told itself the same story: that the world was made for you, that you are its rightful masters. You build your cities, wage your wars, and stare up at the stars as if nothing could ever look back down and see you as prey. It’s… endearing, in its own stubborn way.”
She paused to let a group of giggling kids in superhero costumes pass, then continued in that same soft, knowing tone. “We driders watched from the shadows as your empires rose and fell. Rome, the Mongols, the great colonial powers — all so certain of their supremacy, until the next tide came in. And through it all, the clever ones among us simply waited. Why fight the flood when you can live beneath it?”
Angela looked up at her, curiosity mixing with affection. “So why hasn’t your kind taken over? Challenge humanity for mastery of the planet?”
Selene’s laughter was light and musical. “Are you joking, my sweet pet? Contrary to what some of your fantasy stories might claim, such a venture would be foolishly risky. Humans are shockingly good at making weapons and war machines; your kind’s even managed to surpass the dwarves of old and their forges. The best we could hope for is a fleeting elevation in status. The worst? Provoking humanity into a crusade of extermination. No, sweetie — we driders are content to live underground and move in the shadows. In the long run, we’re just better off letting modern humanity file us away under myths and fairy tales.”
Angela sighed, pressing closer against Selene’s warm spider leg. “I see your point, Mistress… I guess I was pretty blind to it all myself, until you found me.”
Selene’s hand stroked Angela’s blonde ponytail tenderly. “And now you see clearly, little one. You don’t need to be at the apex anymore. You only need to be mine.”
On Valentine’s Day, they stood together in front of a giant heart-shaped silk backdrop in the main chamber. Angela, wearing only her collar and soft silk bra and panties, rose onto her toes and melted into Selene’s warm embrace.
Here I am… almost naked except for my collar, standing in the arms of a drider princess, and I’ve never felt safer or more loved in my entire life.
“I used to cry every night in my car, wishing someone would take me in,” Angela whispered, her voice thick with emotion. I was so broken back then. So cold and alone. I would’ve given anything just to be wanted.
“I never imagined it would be like this… but I’m so glad it was you.”
Selene held her close, strong arms wrapped around her lovingly, her spider legs forming a gentle, protective circle around them both.
“You’re no longer a stray, sweet Angela. You were always meant to be mine — my cherished pet, my favorite little purse puppy. You’ll never be cold, hungry, or alone again.”
My purse puppy… The words sent a warm flutter through Angela’s chest. A few months ago that would’ve sounded crazy. Now it feels perfect. This is exactly where I belong.
In the warm, beautiful cave that had become her forever home, Angela had finally been found. They shared a long, passionate kiss, forever sealing their bond.
This is real. She chose me. I’m hers completely… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.