The Dressmaker's Doll

By Leona D. Reish

Fresh out of college, the opportunity to work under the reclusive bachelor, mysterious and renowned tailor Julian Landon in his secluded villa felt like a fairy tale for young Amy, yet here she is. As the days pass, Amy will be reminded those fairy tales were once much darker things, as circumstance see her fall helplessly into a world of darker passion and submission to the man training her in far more powerful and sensual ways she could have ever imagined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona D. Reish
• Release date: Mar 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310654428

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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A Dressmaker’s Doll

Leona D. Reish

Copyright 2014 Leona D. Reish

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This book contains graphic sexual content, including the following:

An innocent young woman and older man

Passionate anal sex

Light oral sex

Ball gag, blindfold & bondage use

Erotic clothing and sexual training

Virgin deflowering & breeding

A Dressmaker’s Doll

This had all started like something from one a fairy tale. Yes, a magical, fantastical opportunity to get away from everything was exactly what Amy had wanted. A chance to start life beyond college fresh was a perfect opportunity. A new job in a countryside, so different from the city, it really seemed a different world. In the sleepy hills of a village detached from the major cities by a bus that passed if but a few times a day, it had been exactly what Amy wanted.

Of course, it helped that the job was a perfect fit for her talents, too. She had been given the chance to apprentice to a fashion designer and doll maker known mainly in rumour and stipulation whom refused the limelight and city life. She could hardly believe it, but the paid arrangements made for her had proven as true as the private offer at the high profile talent event the college had hosted for its graduating students.

Brushing strands of soft black hair out from her eyes and back behind her ear, Amy smiled quietly as her vivid, light blue eyes focused on the limbless mannequin propped up on a pole-grip before her. She was in the middle of fixing the seam buttons and straightening the puffy lace trim out on the red silk dress it wore. The sleeves would come later, arms socketing into the doll to give it more shape and figure to model when necessary.

Swept off her and feet and into a dream, truly, this was a fairy tale of chance.

A fritz of power surging lights on and off, taking the radio and other electrical devices with them would say it wasn’t all magic and perfection. Perhaps his insistence on leaving the archaic, faulty electrics alone was a part of the charm. The detached villa was a thing of ancient beauty with its own historic plaque at the front gates, after all.

Julian Landon, the mysterious bachelor and owner had been adamant about not uprooting the structure and breaking those walls merely to improve electrics that could be tripped back on easily enough.

Amy sighed to herself and left the doll to its design. While it was still light out, with a fair spring breeze caressing her neck as she turned away from the open windows of her studio to go fix it, she rather work with power. He really wasn’t a man to want others fussing over and invading his space, if he was so willing to deal with outages and fuse breaks like this. Walking through the dimmer hall and around to the stairwell, Amy barely cleared the landing before he had dashed past below.

I got it! Don’t worry! Julian’s voice shouted from the bottom of the stairs, just slipping out of sight as Amy came to the balcony. Sighing and shaking her head again, she sat on the railing at the top of the landing.

Isn’t this getting a bit beyond safety regulations or something? She shouted back as the door into the expansive basement squealed open. There were a number of passages down, and Amy was sure she hadn’t seen the half of the house yet, but she had been