Tinkerbell - Part One

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Amanda had been sat there for some time now staring into her own big, green eyes in the large make-up mirror that she had precariously leant against the wall exactly where the last one had fallen from and broke. Before her laid the present from Sir that she had been given over the weekend along with a note and instructions not to open it until 15 minutes before setting off to the local library where she had worked since finishing University three years ago. There was a shaft of morning sun that broke through a large gap in her thin curtains and highlighted the different tones of her dark hair which and gave the room a summer glow. The sound of the presenter from the radio station she liked was almost a muffle in the background but the last thing on her mind.

Doing exactly as she had been told Ananda waited until the red numerals ticked over to 7.45 on her old clock and then held the note up that had His familiar handwriting on the front saying 'Tinkerbell'. She loved been called that name because it reminded her of the many occasions she sat watching the film With her *** and wishing for her very own Peter Pan. It made her feel cute and little. After carefully opening the small envelope and removing the note she read the words with an eagerness she had not experienced since the last time He had done something like this.

"Dear Tinkerbell.

"In this box you will find something I came across that I love and you will hate.

"I want you to wear all day at work. No exceptions unless it's life or death. No cheating and definitely NO panties.

"Hope you can show poise and elegance at work today, unless you want everyone else to start calling you Tinkerbell..

"I'll be waiting for you in the car park when you finish.

"Love, Sir".

Her heart was racing at this point and butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. Glancing quickly up from the note she was reminded just how easily embarrassed she could be by the deep flush that had filled her cheeks and disappeared below the neckline of the black, sheer blouse that showed the outline of her figure. Her hand hovered over the box for a second while she tried to compose herself and stop it from shaking, then knowing she didn't have long she slid the lid off to see what He had put so much thought into.

Staring down she was a little bundle of nerves as she examined the item inside. It was a beautiful, small weight which looked like pale blue quarts and then a polished brass bell, which was held together at the top by a clip designed perfectly to pinch the soft skin of a nipple or pussy. She reached in and picked it up by the clip and her heart dropped to the floor when she heard the little jingle as gravity tried to pull down the weighted bell.

"It's so loud!" She thought to herself.

She loved that he knew what she hated. She hitched up the grey pencil skirt she had chosen earlier and pulled down her panties, throwing them ***ly into the wash basket which she was meant to empty three days ago but had ended up laid in bed watching cartoons and scrolling through Tumblr. Then reaching up under her skirt with two hands she ran a slender finger between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy and up over her throbbing clit, which she instantly regretted and wondered if they would miss her today if she called in sick and spent the whole day fucking herself.

"No. I can't". She thought as she heard the jingling which snapped her out of it.

Pushing either side of the clip it opened showing the pattern of the black silicone and with a shuffle pulled her skirt over her belly, pinched the hood of her clit and put on the bell which sent a ***ful tingle through her entire body and made her legs buckle slightly. She slammed one hand down on the desk to steady herself and breathing heavily checked the time as orgasnic waves shot through her and made her knees shake. 3 minutes to leave the house.

She ran downstairs collecting Her belongings on the way and then slid into her faux-fur coat in the hallway of the two bedroom, detached house that used to be her uncle Trevor's before she had bought it. With one last check in the mirror of her lipstick Amanda stepped out nervously onto the street, closing the door behind her and beginning her short walk to work with a slight ringing accompanying her hurried footsteps.