2.10 After the Party

“Flair,” Mistress said. “Could you do one last thing? After that, you’re free to go to your own room.” “Help Jewel get changed?” Flair asked. “Exactly.” “Of course, Mistress. Where will you be?” “Hm. I think the living room would be a good place.” “Right. C’mon, Jewel, dressing room.” The towel-wrapped toy was no longer in evidence in the dressing room. Jewel wondered what had happened to it. “Let’s get you undressed,” Flair said briskly. “I bet it’s going to be a relief to get out of this.” She unfastened the small hooks down the back of Jewel’s uniform and…

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2.9 Rescue

A touch on her shoulder; she identified Nikandros’ musky scent, and whimpered. “Please…” “Please what?” He squatted in front of her, an interesting manoeuvre on his goat-like legs. “Tell me.” “I want… I’ve been so turned on for what feels like hours and hours, and I can’t do anything about it… I don’t know how much more…” “Hm. Well, obviously I can’t help with that directly, although under other conditions I’d be more than willing. Even asking Flair would be breaking the rules. But we certainly need to do something. We’ve been mercilessly teasing you, getting you all hot and…

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2.8 Photography

She checked the buffet table, visited the kitchen so she could restock a few things that were particularly low, circled around the solar collecting used dishes to take to the kitchen, unloaded the dishwasher, all with no one paying any attention to her. That was a relief, since it was allowing her to calm herself again, but she found herself wondering what next. Not that she would have anticipated anything so far, so guessing was probably a lost cause. She was pretty much on her own at the moment, since when she looked around for Flair, the girl was now…

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2.7 Veggie Dip

Dagrun was closer to the door, talking in that unfamiliar language to Nechtan the water-man and hairy Henry and Roshanak the Middle Eastern lady who looked like a spectacularly beautiful human with no strangeness visible. She remembered the feel of Henry’s fingers between her legs, how she’d stood obediently still to let him look and touch, and felt heat again—heat in her cheeks, as he grinned at her, but heat much lower, too, and it spread like wildlife. She offered the tray to Dagrun. “Thank you, little one.” Dagrun set her empty cup delicately on the tray and took one…

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2.6 Panic

Jillian brought her legs together and wriggled a bit so her panties dropped down to the floor, then tried awkwardly to pick them up. It wasn’t made any easier by the lingering breathlessness and dizziness from her encounter with Henry. She finally dropped to one knee to reach them, then had to get up. Her leg muscles protested in multiple places, since her boots kept her heels several inches higher than the ball of her foot. She wasn’t the most flexible person to begin with, but the corset further restricted her range. Her centre of balance seemed off, somehow, and…

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2.5 Partytime

Halfway back to the solar, Jewel heard that mellow chime again. “Wonder who now,” Flair mused, and, as they came through the doors, “It’s Dagrun. She won’t do anything in your head, that’s not her thing. Here, take this to Mistress, I’ll take Nik’s, and then I’ll introduce you to Dagrun.” The newcomer was impossible to miss: she had to be at least ten feet tall, and her build was fit and sturdy. Her hair, streaks of blonde and copper and crimson, lay forward over one shoulder in a long and very thick braid, and her skin was pale as…

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