Year: 2018

6.1 Modulation: Villa

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Jillian woke up confused. This wasn’t her bed. She was quite sure she’d never been here before, though she was still tired enough that it was possible she was wrong. She rolled over, suppressing a groan—so many muscles felt stiff that she couldn’t immediately identify them all. Curled up on the far side of the rather large bed, though on top of the multicoloured blankets, was Flair. Clearly she’d been reading, though Jillian now had her attention. “Good morning.” “It’s morning?” “Well, very early Sunday morning. You’ve been asleep for about twelve hours. I wish you didn’t have to go…

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5.4 Graduation

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The day went on in similar vein. Jewel ate, napped, got up, and got back to work. Once, she discovered that the chastity belt’s rear strap could adjust itself to include a substantial ring that allowed her to pass waste. The ring was somewhat uncomfortable when walking, it felt like it was holding her cheeks apart, so she asked Nikandros to make it just a strap again after that. Flair took naps, too. One was with Dagrun. Another time, Jewel saw her snuggled against Mistress, head resting on a loop of scaled tail with other loops draped around her. The…

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5.3 Gold Star

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When Nechtan ran a hand down Jewel’s cheek, she turned her head to catch his index finger carefully in her teeth. And once she had it, she could run her tongue in slow circles around it, pretending it was something more substantial. The texture was… well… she couldn’t say she loved it, but she did like Nechtan and she wasn’t going to make a halfhearted attempt for anyone. It wasn’t her place to have personal opinions about anything or anyone, just to do her job. If that meant she needed to suppress her gut reaction to a slightly rubbery skin…

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5.2 Education

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The only fae there was Mistress, reclining in her natural spectacular serpentine form on one of the low platforms. Flair was there too, quietly setting a glass of white wine on a low table in Mistress’ easy reach, but only Mistress mattered right now. Mistress beckoned her over. “Come let me look at you. Stay on your feet and put your hands behind you so I can see.” Jewel obediently did so, her feet shoulder-width apart as Master had directed earlier, and kept her eyes low while Mistress took her time looking her over. Mistress even got up and made…

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5.1 Twenty-Four Hours: Rabbithole, Again

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I can do this. Also, I have to do this, no choice. But I can do this. I can get through this. Stop yelling at me to go to Min! I’m going, I’m going! It’s not my fault I got held up and missed the bus and had to wait for the next one! I texted her with why, she knows I’m not trying to cheat! The bus felt like it took forever to get to the stop nearest Min’s apartment. The nagging pressure in her head had started shortly before the time she normally left work. It wouldn’t have…

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4.3 Defiance

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A drawback to this apartment, one Jillian had considered a reasonable trade compared to how much she otherwise liked it, was that there were no laundry facilities in the building. That meant a short walk, only about four blocks, to the nearest laundromat. Right at the moment, however, it felt like the safest place to be—aside from with Min or Nik—was behind her own locked door, with Henry’s protective cord around it and the windows. A block or so to a quiet little curry place wasn’t so bad, but a longer walk, to sit in the relatively exposed laundromat, felt…

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4.2 Satyr

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Despite Min’s promise of protection, she remained apprehensive on her way to work. Brett would still be there, still be creepy, and she needed to act normally. She couldn’t let on that the collar he couldn’t see meant that the clock was ticking on his freedom to behave badly. That collar was also a pledge of protection, though. Broken toys are no fun. You’re valuable to us. Min was her friend, and on a colder note, they’d want her able to pay her debt. Flair had assured her that the fae got something precious to them out of bargaining, though…

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4.1 Quandary: Negotiation

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What the fuck am I doing? I have to do this. At this hour, Jillian probably should have chosen something else to wear. Something safer, like loose jeans and running shoes and an oversized t-shirt. Somehow, lately, the thought of going out while dressed sloppily made her wince—not that she couldn’t do it, on lazy days or period days or extremely active days, but it just didn’t feel right if she was going to be interacting with others. Invariably, since moving a month ago, she’d been wearing the new sort of underclothes, always a matched set of bra and panties…

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3.6 Moving Day

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Jillian walked through her apartment yet again, checking cupboards and drawers. “We got everything,” Flair said patiently. She was dressed, in her cut-off shorts and a bright tie-dyed tanktop, in anticipation of Min needing to hide her appearance in public. Jillian had, in fact, told Gary to arrive a bit later than she expected Min, in hopes of avoiding an awkward moment, though Flair assured her that Min could handle it even retroactively. Perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, she looked calm and sensible—everything Jillian currently did not feel. “We’ve been through every corner and nook in the…

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3.5 Laundry’s Never Been Such Fun

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Having modelled the new black bra and panties, black garter belt and stockings, on Monday evening for an appreciative Gary, Jillian knew that all of it was surprisingly comfortable. The bra fit better than any of her regular ones, and if it gave her a bit more lift and more dramatic cleavage than she’d tended to want in the past, well, so be it. And Flair was right about mundanities like going to the bathroom actually being simpler with the stockings than with pantyhose. Probably it was even healthier, letting everything breathe more easily. The panties over the garter belt…

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