more harm than good? I can’t be sure. I like to think I’ve taken my cues from her, but I’m so deeply involved that I’m not sure how much I’m influencing her.
I enter the house from the garage, stepping into the kitchen. The great room is quiet. I can hear her talking though, probably from her bedroom. I glance at the counter and see her cell phone lying where she normally leaves it and frown. Who is she talking to?
I head quietly toward her voice, not wanting to disturb her or startle her. The door to her bedroom is open, and when I round the corner and step into the doorway, I stop in my tracks. My chest clenches and I can’t move or breathe.
Britney is sitting on the floor across the room facing the corner. Her legs are crossed. She’s wearing today’s pink dress which I only got the pleasure of seeing for a few minutes before I left this morning.
What’s caught me off-guard is that she’s having a tea party with her bunny. Today’s surprise gift was a dainty porcelain tea set covered with pink roses. She was delighted when she opened it, but I wasn’t sure if she would stick it on a shelf or use it.
Now, I have my answer. She’s talking to Bunny and pouring tea. She stops at times to take a pretend sip herself. And then she giggles and reaches over to wipe Bunny’s face as if the stuffed animal has had a spill.
I’m fairly certain my heart has stopped beating. I don’t want to disrupt her. I want to watch.
Her dress is flowing around her, the hem barely touching the floor. It’s a soft cotton material, and it was a risky choice for today. I wasn’t sure how she would react. It’s younger. But she seemed pleased when she came out of her bedroom, so I was relieved.
The sleeves are short but poufy, gathering around her biceps. Youthful. The length is inches below her bottom. I left her lavender panties from the same pack as yesterday’s with a white bow at the belly button. I watched her squirm and tug on the front panel of the dress while she ate breakfast, knowing that it will take time for her to adjust to not wearing a bra.
There’s something about women and bras. I love how self-conscious a woman can become simply by leaving the darn confining garment off. I personally like to have easy access to my submissive’s tits, but I also enjoy the way they find themselves more sensitive when their nipples aren’t covered. Apparently, the constant movement of any fabric over a woman’s nipples goes a long way toward heightening their arousal.
I lean against the door frame while Britney explains to her stuffed animal that no she may not have another cookie. It’s too close to dinner. My smile is a mile wide.
I can’t stand here eavesdropping forever though. I’m going to have to break up the party. Finally, I force myself to clear my throat. “Hey, sweetie, whatcha doin’?” I step farther into the room.
Britney spins her upper body around. When she spots me, she jumps to her feet. Her face is flushed and she backs up to the wall, nearly stepping on her tea set.
“Sorry, sweet girl, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I stop my approach, though what I really want to do is pull her into my arms and inhale her scent.
She lowers her gaze and then silently bends down and starts putting the tea set back in its padded box.
I’m not sure why she’s so quiet, so I continue until I’m next to her, and then I squat down beside her and set a hand on her back. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
She shakes her head as she hurries to put the dishes away, finally closing the box and then snatching her bunny and tossing her on the bed. She rushes across the room and puts the box containing the tea set on the dresser. She hesitates and then runs into the bathroom and shuts the door.
She hasn’t said a single word.
I rise to my feet and take a deep breath as I wait. I need a shower. It’s been a long day. I’m frustrated from being no closer to making Britney safe than I was when I met her. I don’t want to worry her with the details, which only makes my pent-up frustration worse.
But I’m not going anywhere until I deal with whatever spooked Britney. I