Author's Note: So this is something I've been working on the past few days. Slightly experimental, but also just to play around in a new setting that I'm interested in exploring further. Do let me know what you think. ______________________ The Handmaiden's Contract ______________________ The moon was bright tonight, with barely any clouds to obscure the...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Taryn told me to sit down, which I did with difficulty as I was only just getting used to breathing with the corset on. She knelt down in front of me, but this time it had no hint of submission. She was plainly completely in charge of me at this moment. She took the first shoe off, and prepared the first stocking, rolling it over her thumbs. I put my foot o...
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Like what you see? Check out my profile for more ways to participate in my stories! *** What happens when the people in your fantasies act on their own? She had typed the same sentence too many times to count over the past few days, and as with all the others, this time she quickly deleted the words, shaking her head dismissively. How would one even go ab...
Copyright 2014 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. The Possessed is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincid...
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