Shoes of Glass: The First Pledge

By Leona D. Reish

Erica Nylund is a woman struggling with injuries that changed her world. When she stumbles across a man searching through her bag in the women's changing rooms, things change in ways neither would ever have expected.

Through him, Erica will discover a love for dominance, humiliation and control that may just begin to bring her body comfort.

Through her, Daniel will discover a world of leather, lace and cross-dressing under a woman worthy of worship, when not hidden behind her defensive walls. His pledge may be the first step to bringing those walls down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona D. Reish
• Release date: Aug 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301265886

Leona D. Reish

I am (not) a vampire. I say that both to spark humour and because you have to imagine vampires would get bored of the same eclectic castles and slowly developing society after a few hundred years and travel the world a bit. While not over hundreds of years, I have had the opportunity to travel and lived in such places in the United States as New Mexico, Arkansas, New Jersey, Philadelphia visited friends in New York and Washington DC.Born in and returned to England, I've had a similar stint of living the length and breadth of this island nation and chance to visit the art galleries in Paris and dark reaches of the most northern Norway.I am a writer, and creating such diversity and colour as exists in the world has been one of the few consistencies in my much-traveled life. Perhaps it was growing up with such things as Mario Paint, a typewriter and Father that had worked in military communications that drew me to creativity and writing.My typewriter is now a mechanical keyboard on a PC capable of more than you could imagine back then. Now one of the other consistencies that's remained true to my life since then is my desire to do something that moves people. If I can enter your life with my writing, and make you feel good, smile and enjoy what I've done, that's exactly what I live for. It's something reflected in a history of graphical design work where I aimed to design involving and moving imagery, voluntary employment with Oxford Famine Relief (more commonly known as Oxfam) to a management level and nationally certified customer service.I sincerely hope you enjoy any, if not all of my work here the way I've enjoyed putting heart and soul into every piece.

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Shoes of Glass

The First Pledge

Leona D. Reish

Copyright 2013 Leona D. Reish

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This book contains graphic sexual content, including the following:

Female Domination.

Foot worship through thigh-high stockings.

Feet used to stroke, pin and masturbate a man’s cock.

Male sissy crossdressing.

Female masturbation while enjoying the scent of cum on her stockings.

Face sitting and smothering for cunnilingus done through panties.

The First Pledge

Across a courtyard of youth in the early afternoon sun, a breeze carried the scent of pollen and sounds of life to high windows, wafting into vacant rooms and ruffling light curtains. The breeze carried a breath of change. To one such room, the breeze greeted a young woman with raven-black hair brushing her cheeks and sharp, dark brown eyes that glowered at the intrusion.

She had come here to be alone for the time being before the afternoon’s swim session began, and didn’t care for the whimsical company of the outside. It was not so much the gentle summer breeze that bothered the girl as the distraction and reminder of how pleasant everything was. An air reminded her of things no longer as pleasant as they should have been.

Must be nice, to still have wings. She sighed out quietly, brushing the cheek of the small doll in her hands before tugging on its gown, sewing in a seam and removing a pin. Her face was a mask of focus and attention, for all her hands seemed to struggle with the sheer fabrics. Tightening and fixing the last petticoat snuggly onto the small mannequin’s shoulders, she stopped to take another look.

It was a beautiful work; layers of strawberry pink silk slashed with whites in a number of pleats to make up a luminous and flowing bottom, wrapped in a cream sash centred by a rose buckle. Above the waist, a traditional corset overlain with frilly billows of sheer white cotton hugged the form to give it the trim, buttoned front bordered by