Glitter Girl

”But, Sir,” she said, ”You didn’t tell me that I couldn’t!”

He paused, a touch of amusement in his eyes. ”No, I didn’t tell you not to. That’s true. But I didn’t know you were planning to set off glitter bombs all over the house.”

”I didn’t!” she objected. Then she looked at the table, where she’d been decorating Christmas ornaments. It did look like maybe there had been a glitter bomb involved. “Well, I didn’t mean to anyhow,” she amended her objection.

”Oh, I know that,” he said. ”You never mean to -“ he paused, searching for the right words. ”To wreak havoc? Create chaos? Whatever we call it, it just comes naturally.”

She started to protest, but then she looked at the glitter on his huge oak table. She had put a cover over part of it before she started decorating. She didn’t know how it had become such a disaster.

She felt a bit out of her element in this house anyhow. She and Bryan had only been seeing each other for a few months, and while she’d been to his house before, and even spent the night, this was the first time for an extended visit. Suddenly she felt completely out of place. Jane Eyre to his Mr. Rochester rather than Elizabeth Bennet to Mr. Darcy. She bit her lip, face flushed, tears in her eyes.

”I’m sorry,” she said. ”I really didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up right away.”

He frowned, this was not what he had intended. She looked young and a bit fragile, standing there with glitter in her hair and on her cheeks. He enjoyed her enthusiasm and her playfulness, he didn’t want to scare that out of her. He had planned a bit of funishment, but she had taken it to heart so quickly, he wasn’t sure how to ease them both out of this.

He shook his head, ”No, don’t worry about cleaning it up. Debbie can vaccuum it up easily enough, although,” he laughed, ”We will be eating glitter for a while. I’m sorry,” he said, and smiled at the confusion on her face. ”I was going to pretend to be angry and give you a light spanking, but I might have overplayed the part.”

”Oh,” she sighed, with a long breath of relief. ”I’m sorry I overreacted. I would have liked that.”

“That’s ok,” he said. She noticed how his smile softened his face, but mixed with the warmth and affection was a hint of mischief. ”I don’t need a reason to spank you, do I?”

Quickly, she said, ”No, Sir, you actually don’t,” smiling back with pleasure. She felt her pussy twitch with a rush of excitement and warmth.

”I can spank you just for my own pleasure,” he added, watching the expressions on her face.

She took another deep breath, eyes downcast now. ”Yes, Sir,” she said, more somberly. “Yes, you can.”

He grinned. ”Let’s start by taking the glittery clothes off and leaving them down here while we go to the playroom.”

“Oh! But I can’t!”she looked horrified. ”Debbie might see me,” and she looked around as if expecting Debbie, his housekeeper, to burst into the room at any moment.

He knew that Debbie was running errands and wouldn’t be back for ages, but he had no intention of telling Anna that. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a touch of disapproval. ”Are you telling me ’no’?” he asked.

”I – I -“ she had the total deer-in-the-headlights look, and he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He waited a moment, then rescued her by saying, ”Right, I didn’t think you were refusing to obey.” He pulled out a chair from the table and sat down.

”Come here,” he said. When she stood in front of him, he stroked her lips with his thumb. He had used this gesture a hundred times, and she was not surprised when he followed it with, ”Kneel.” She knelt in front of him without a second thought. She was his, and this was where she wanted to be.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”he asked.

“Yes – yes, Sir, of course I do,” she responded quickly, and felt her body relax because she knew that was true.

“Good girl,” he said. ”I want you to take your clothes off and lay them over a chair. Then you may kneel in front of me again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her breath hitched, the way it did when she was sliding into a submissive state, slipping down into that space that was so lovely and so difficult, promising pleasure and pain all mixed together. He could see that her nipples were hard.

“Then you may undress,” he said. ”Stand up and begin.”

She moved gracefully, bowing slightly as she stood in front of him. Slowly, the way she knew he liked, she unbuttoned the top half of her dress, pausing with it open before slipping it off her shoulders. She thought, this will be a short strip tease, since he had taken her bras and panties from her before they got to the house, and a little smile played at the corners of her mouth.

She paused again, and he said, casually, ”Do you think your pussy’s wet?” That question left her speechless, she never knew what to say when he asked that. But he didn’t wait for an answer. ”Pull your dress up and let’s see,” he said.

She hesitated, and she thought, I don’t know why I’m embarrassed, it’s not like he hasn’t seen every inch of me. And he knows darn well that I’m wet.” But still she was embarrassed as she lifted the skirt, holding it high so her pussy, recently waxed, was exposed.

”I can’t tell,” he said, ”Open your legs,” and she obeyed, even thought she wanted to press her knees together instead. She knew that he was playing with her, but she couldn’t feel comfortable under his scrutiny.

”Hmmm, I still can’t tell,” he said. ”Touch your cunt and check.”

She hesitated again, and this time she was thinking that she didn’t want to, she really didn’t. “I think I am wet, Sir,” she said, ”I’m sure I am.”

“Now,” he said, sounded just a touch amused. Quickly she took the hand that was not holding the skirt up and slid it between her lips, which were very hot and wet. The way she had to stand to do that felt awkward and ugly. Pulling the hand back, she said, ”I am, Sir, yes, I am wet, Sir.”

”Let me see,” he said, and squirming a bit internally, she offered him her hand. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her closer, til she was standing between his knees. He pulled her finger to his mouth, licked it, sucking it into his mouth. Then he released her, commenting, ”Very nice, yes, very wet.” Her whole body flushed.

With a quick movement, he pulled the skirt down, tugging hard enough that it slipped down her legs and lay puddled around her ankles. ”Put the dress on a chair, quickly,” he said.

Wordless, trembling with desire and a touch of fear, she obeyed, and resumed her place kneeling at his feet. He smiled at her then, sweetly, and her heart beat faster. ”Good girl,” he said and she felt as if he had embraced her with approval.

“I want you to go to the playroom,” he said, ”You need to pick three impact toys, two pairs of nipple clamps, and two butt plugs. Do you agree to submit yourself fully to me so I can play with you in whatever way I want?

Heart pounding now, trembling, hardly able to breathe she said, ”Yes, Sir,” and added, ”Pleasing you would be my pleasure.”

“Then go,” he said. ”I’m right behind you.

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