Name: Layla Nolan
Birthday: March 22
Location: Cavendish Academy, Toronto, CA
Hometown: Dublin, Ireland
Occupation: Student
Year: 2nd year
Class: Submissive
FC: Natalie Dormer
Status: Unclaimed
Sexuality: Heteroflexable
Kinks: Open to anything as long as it’s not listed in the anti-kink.
Anti-Kinks: Water sports, incest, rape, bestiality, scat, gore, anything with children, and needle play
It was destined to be; Layla Nolan: a Dominant. So it came as quite the surprise when she was tested as submissive instead. The family on her father’s side came from a long line of fine and well-respected Dominants, so to receive news of their daughter’s designation wasn’t expected. Even her mother, a traditionally submissive woman, held high hopes for her daughter to be branded with a proud D across her inner wrist, to be another strong Dominant in their family, much like Layla’s father.
Growing up with a strict father was bad, but growing up with a strict, militant, Dominant father just happened to be worse. Layla’s mother was always the caring and compassionate woman she needed, but once her Dominant husband made a suggestion, even against her will, Layla’s mother agreed with him. Disappointed, her father decided to give up on Layla, leaving her mother to home school the girl while her father remained distant from his daughter. Once the teenage years hit, Layla started to rebel, and quite frequently as she couldn’t handle her home life.
Who would have known a random summer night would be the night to forever change Layla’s life? It was supposed to be a simple end-of-the-summer-road trip with a couple of her submissive friends and a Dominant boy she’d grown up with; whom came home every summer from boarding school. It turned into something far more serious, for at sixteen years old Layla discovered the solution to all her problems; alcohol and its ability to provide temporary comfort. Her friends (and of course Layla) had far too much to drink that night and in their inebriated mindset thought it would be a wise idea to go and drive a vehicle as well. The night went by in flash, bits and pieces filled with hazy recollection of tires screeching and terrified screams; which she blocked out until later when she thought about that night years after. The image of a lifeless body on the asphalt; left there to slowly die, haunted her. Layla faced prison time for the crime of second degree vehicular manslaughter as she was a passenger in her Dominant friend’s car.
The trial was a week away and sixteen year old Layla was terrified. As her family distanced themselves from her after the hit and run, she was kept in a government-run correctional facility for teenagers. It was there she felt she was doomed to spend her life behind bars. Then, out of the blue, an opportunity presented itself. Some would call him an angel but Layla knew better than that. A man, the not angel, did save her from her prison sentence. How did this come about, you ask? Well it’s actually quite simple. Layla received a mysterious phone call from an older wealthy, well-connected, gentleman who promised her an escape: one that didn’t come free. She must agree to be his sex slave, doing any depraved act he wished with no questions asked and he promised to help her out. It was a tough decision but knowing the circumstances that came from life in prison, Layla wasn’t going to take any chances. She attempted to reach out to her parents one final time, leaving a message on their answering machine though they never called back. The old man finessed his way through the criminal system and had her in his possession, as his claim, within a matter of a week.
It was a good ten months in before Layla decided enough was enough. She escaped her Master, as she not-so-affectionately referred to him, and turned herself into the system for violating her claim. The government, as the older man wanted nothing to do with her, tried to decide on a punishment; as in Ireland they didn’t take kindly to those whom break their vows - especially when it wasn’t a secret the young teen was only helped to be the old man’s play thing. Upon further investigation of the hit and run case, they uncovered tampered evidence which helped release her from the initial prison sentence. She was thrown into prison (for the original crime of second degree manslaughter), her submissive status was revoked, and she was branded a void.
When Layla was released from prison after her twenty-second birthday she was assigned to work at the same government-run correctional institution she spent a week in when she was sixteen. It was there a visitor took notice of Layla. Somewhat intrigued by the young void, she learned Layla’s story and took immediate pity. The woman, a Canadian diplomat, felt someone with Layla’s situation could benefit from the rehabilitation program her country proudly offered.
Paperwork and hearings were held, the woman represented Layla on her behalf, and two long years later the young void was placed on a plane and flown to Toronto; where she was assigned to work in the kitchens at a prestigious academy: Cavendish.
If you were to ask sixteen year old Layla if she pictured herself living in Canada, you could guarantee she’d have answered no; but she does not regret a single moment of what happened in her life. It only made her stronger and appreciative that she now lived in a country that might give her a second chance at life.
Layla had finally managed to look into the rehabilitation program at the academy. After attending classes and studying, she was finally able to be scheduled in a matter of months to be taking the sorting test again. To say she was nervous was a bit of an understatement, and there were times she looked in her bedroom mirror and decided to say screw it all. Being a void was much easier, you could remain in shadows, no one hardly knew who you were and it was something Layla had became use to. But deep down inside the Irish lassie knew her life was meant to be lived as a submissive.
Of course she passed the test and returned back to the academy but not to return in the same corridors she once slept in, not to wake up early in the mornings, well she still had to awake early in the morning but this time it wasn’t to attend a working schedule. Eventually summer had came and Layla managed to make it through her first time not only being a submissive but a student as well, she managed to go back to Ireland and reconnect with her parents. Overall, things in Layla’s life were finally looking up. Now, before if you were to ask if she were to be voided she obviously would have answered no, but if you were to ask her seeing her life as a submissive again? She probably wouldn’t have much faith in that answer, but she did it and there’s no regrets with her life now as she moves forward to a better future.
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