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Jane's Glowing Light

Hello, This is Mistress Jane Kit. If there is a positive response to this story, I'll write more. Please note that it is for people who like financial domination-to those of you, I hope you like it.

*****

Matt sat at his desk, finishing up some work he'd taken home. He stared past his laptop screen to look vaguely out the window at glowing lights from one of the pubs he could see from his centrally located flat. Matt wasn't sure he had made the right choice accepting his new position in London. The prospect of being an expat from the States seemed exciting when he had accepted the offer. He thought that having an accent would make the women there notice him. Sure, some of the girls at work had been inviting him out to drinks with his other coworkers. They were pretty girls, too. It was flattering, but he had not attracted the type of woman he was hoping for. Besides, it turned out that there were plenty of Americans around. Matt had brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't particularly tall. He was just a typical bachelor. Well, he was almost normal, except for- Just then his cell buzzed with news of an uptick in a stock price. It was an important time to trade a few stocks. He interrupted work with one of the few things he prioritized more highly: managing his portfolio. Satisfied with the transaction, he tried to focus on work, but was again distracted thinking about if he should go out and try to meet a girl and have a typical dating life.

He'd given a serious go at dating a girl named Megan before he left. It was a mess. The way she always seemed secretly desperate for him to initiate... it was such a turn off to him. She would follow up with cold a "nothing is wrong" if he didn't. He secretly liked that icy tone reprimanding him. Remembering being spoken to in that stern voice was beginning to turn him on. He ran a hand through his hair, closed his work documents, and set his browser to private before indulging in a dirty website. Mistress Jane Kit had posted a new story there. Matt realized he had been thinking about her stories a lot lately. He thought about them at work sometimes. He thought about them while riding the underground. Most of all, he thought about them alone in bed. After all of this thinking, he had decided to contact her through the site. He wrote a message explaining this, and then erased it. He wrote a dozen more, but erased each of them.

He finally decided on a simple, "Hello from the UK. Love your stories. Are you really from Seattle? -Matt" He thought it sounded like he didn't put too much effort into it. Putting too much effort into it might creep her out. He read it for typos over and over, though he found them in her writing. Why not sign his real first name, he wondered? It was a common enough name. He even attached a picture. He hoped unreasonably that she was in London. Plenty of writers base their stories in Seattle. Who knew? Maybe she was really British. Maybe he could please her in some way. He sent the message, and his stomach clenched when he saw he got a reply almost immediately.

"Matt, you don't look like a creep, so maybe you can buy me something from my wish list. You're not allowed to ask questions about my personal life. But, yes, gifts are sent to Seattle. First, tell me how much you make."

He answered honestly, and in reply she sent her wish list. Damn it all, that was hot, Matt thought. Other girls had demanded money from him online before. He'd even given forty or sixty dollars here or there, but there was something about reading her stories that made him feel connected to Mistress Jane Kit in particular. He was nothing to her. She wanted his money. Real money. Money he worked hard for. She wouldn't even really talk to him. He felt like such a loser. He felt so... submissive to her. Every gift on the wish list was well over a hundred US dollars. At least the exchange rate was good. He picked out designer sunglasses, and, wanting to exceed expectations right from the start, also picked out shirring-lined boots. They were the kind girls on reality TV shows and celebrities on tabloid covers seemed like they would wear.

Who would actually want these? He bought them, reasoning they didn't really cost all that much. He bought himself stuff for that much money all the time. It just seemed like a lot of money because he was spending it on a stranger. Just the same, he wouldn't be eager to share this with the people at the office. "Attaboy" is all Mistress Jane Kit said in recognition of the gifts, which didn't seem like any proper way to speak to a man. It made Matt's knees feel like rubber. He just spent hundreds of dollars on her and that's how she replied? He thought of her blonde hair. Her supple, creamy skin. He knew would never try to touch her. She would say he didn't deserve to. Still, he lay in bed, and fantasized about meeting her. Would she ever want to? Could he fly her there? Maybe she would like an all expenses paid trip to London. The idea of it was so sexy. He thought of different ways she could use him. Then he thought of more ways at work the next day.

The moment he got home from work, he sent her anther two gifts from her wish list: gold dangle earrings and a designer bag. Who is this ostentatious girl? Though, Matt thought that there was something sort of sexy about her looking flashy with gifts from him. He told himself that the gifts were for good measure, because he needed to ask her to talk to him, but another part of him wondered if sending the gifts was for the indecent pleasure he got from it. It made him jittery, but it also made him feel good and right. Overall, the wish list was pretty sane. No silly costumes, no weird items. There were gift cards for the spa, or for coffee. It made him think about her life. He wondered what it would be like to fetch coffee for her before work, or order it while she selected their armchairs, from which she could write on an idle Saturday and they could spend together. What would it be like to be hers?

Matt knew there were needy submissives, and didn't want to be one, so he crafted a short message. "Mistress Jane Kit, Could I call you?" He thought this didn't sound overly demanding. If he used a more submissive tone, it might have been overly familiar. Matt thought they both knew that true submission came not from words, but from actions, and his actions had been direct.

"I will call you. What's your number? -Mistress Jane Kit"

After the gifts had arrived, she called from a blocked number. Matt wondered what kind of freaks she had dealt with and tried not to be one of them.

"Uh, yeah, uh. Hi". So much for not being a freak, Matt thought.

"Hi Matt," said Mistress Jane Kit, who gave him the impression she was saying his name more like "floor mat," though her voice was a surprising pleasant girlish purr.

"What is it that you want? I hope it's to buy me more gifts. You know, I had a date last night, and none of your presents got here on time." Her frown was almost audible. An indecent thrill raced through Matt, all the way down. He had to resist urges he thought Mistress Jane Kit would disapprove of.

"I'm. I'm, sorry, Mistress," he paused, and blurted out an unplanned question, "Why did you want to know my income before you sent your wish list?"

"I don't like gifts from people who really should be focusing on taking care of themselves, it isn't much fun to me."

"Alright. I wanted to know if you have any interest in coming to London. I would like to take you and a girlfriend shopping here. I would cover the expenses of the trip." He said it before he could stop himself and he wondered if he had thought this through. Was he thinking straight at all? She would want business class plane tickets, a central hotel with a view, and oh, the shopping. You could buy a nice car for the cost of this trip. His heart was pounding. He had always been so responsible with money. He had spent so much time optimizing his funds. He almost regretted making the offer, until he heard her answer.

"No." Mistress Jane Kit said. A pain flickered through him, and he regretted this much more.

"No?"

"It's too much to ask me to rely on you for a trip, I would have to plan to take time off, and so would a friend, and what if it falls though..." Mistress Jane Kit trailed off.

"I'll show you that you can rely on me for trips. Take a weekend trip. With a girlfriend. Expenses covered. Where would you like to go?"

After a pause Mistress Jane Kit conceded, "I do like L.A."

"L.A. it is." Matt waited for her to say something. Maybe she would say that he'd been good, or that he'd pleased her.

What she did say was in a teasing, almost taunting, tone, "You know, there are parties in LA. There are clubs. We're going to dance with cute guys. What if we have a drink with them in the room that you pay for."

To Matt's surprise, his pulse quickened with excitement.

"That's your choice, Mistress." It was the first time he called her that. Matt tried to contain his deep breathing, worried she would hear it, and he must have done so successfully because now he'd earned "Now there's a good sub."

Matt felt as though he was about to cross a threshold, as though he was not sure what he would submit to, but that he knew one thing: He wanted to belong to Mistress Jane Kit.

Matt asked, "Then, what do we do next?"Hello, This is Mistress Jane Kit. If there is a positive response to this story, I'll write more. Please note that it is for people who like financial domination-to those of you, I hope you like it.

*****

Matt sat at his desk, finishing up some work he'd taken home. He stared past his laptop screen to look vaguely out the window at glowing lights from one of the pubs he could see from his centrally located flat. Matt wasn't sure he had made the right choice accepting his new position in London. The prospect of being an expat from the States seemed exciting when he had accepted the offer. He thought that having an accent would make the women there notice him. Sure, some of the girls at work had been inviting him out to drinks with his other coworkers. They were pretty girls, too. It was flattering, but he had not attracted the type of woman he was hoping for. Besides, it turned out that there were plenty of Americans around. Matt had brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't particularly tall. He was just a typical bachelor. Well, he was almost normal, except for- Just then his cell buzzed with news of an uptick in a stock price. It was an important time to trade a few stocks. He interrupted work with one of the few things he prioritized more highly: managing his portfolio. Satisfied with the transaction, he tried to focus on work, but was again distracted thinking about if he should go out and try to meet a girl and have a typical dating life.

He'd given a serious go at dating a girl named Megan before he left. It was a mess. The way she always seemed secretly desperate for him to initiate... it was such a turn off to him. She would follow up with cold a "nothing is wrong" if he didn't. He secretly liked that icy tone reprimanding him. Remembering being spoken to in that stern voice was beginning to turn him on. He ran a hand through his hair, closed his work documents, and set his browser to private before indulging in a dirty website. Mistress Jane Kit had posted a new story there. Matt realized he had been thinking about her stories a lot lately. He thought about them at work sometimes. He thought about them while riding the underground. Most of all, he thought about them alone in bed. After all of this thinking, he had decided to contact her through the site. He wrote a message explaining this, and then erased it. He wrote a dozen more, but erased each of them.

He finally decided on a simple, "Hello from the UK. Love your stories. Are you really from Seattle? -Matt" He thought it sounded like he didn't put too much effort into it. Putting too much effort into it might creep her out. He read it for typos over and over, though he found them in her writing. Why not sign his real first name, he wondered? It was a common enough name. He even attached a picture. He hoped unreasonably that she was in London. Plenty of writers base their stories in Seattle. Who knew? Maybe she was really British. Maybe he could please her in some way. He sent the message, and his stomach clenched when he saw he got a reply almost immediately.

"Matt, you don't look like a creep, so maybe you can buy me something from my wish list. You're not allowed to ask questions about my personal life. But, yes, gifts are sent to Seattle. First, tell me how much you make."

He answered honestly, and in reply she sent her wish list. Damn it all, that was hot, Matt thought. Other girls had demanded money from him online before. He'd even given forty or sixty dollars here or there, but there was something about reading her stories that made him feel connected to Mistress Jane Kit in particular. He was nothing to her. She wanted his money. Real money. Money he worked hard for. She wouldn't even really talk to him. He felt like such a loser. He felt so... submissive to her. Every gift on the wish list was well over a hundred US dollars. At least the exchange rate was good. He picked out designer sunglasses, and, wanting to exceed expectations right from the start, also picked out shirring-lined boots. They were the kind girls on reality TV shows and celebrities on tabloid covers seemed like they would wear.

Who would actually want these? He bought them, reasoning they didn't really cost all that much. He bought himself stuff for that much money all the time. It just seemed like a lot of money because he was spending it on a stranger. Just the same, he wouldn't be eager to share this with the people at the office. "Attaboy" is all Mistress Jane Kit said in recognition of the gifts, which didn't seem like any proper way to speak to a man. It made Matt's knees feel like rubber. He just spent hundreds of dollars on her and that's how she replied? He thought of her blonde hair. Her supple, creamy skin. He knew would never try to touch her. She would say he didn't deserve to. Still, he lay in bed, and fantasized about meeting her. Would she ever want to? Could he fly her there? Maybe she would like an all expenses paid trip to London. The idea of it was so sexy. He thought of different ways she could use him. Then he thought of more ways at work the next day.

The moment he got home from work, he sent her anther two gifts from her wish list: gold dangle earrings and a designer bag. Who is this ostentatious girl? Though, Matt thought that there was something sort of sexy about her looking flashy with gifts from him. He told himself that the gifts were for good measure, because he needed to ask her to talk to him, but another part of him wondered if sending the gifts was for the indecent pleasure he got from it. It made him jittery, but it also made him feel good and right. Overall, the wish list was pretty sane. No silly costumes, no weird items. There were gift cards for the spa, or for coffee. It made him think about her life. He wondered what it would be like to fetch coffee for her before work, or order it while she selected their armchairs, from which she could write on an idle Saturday and they could spend together. What would it be like to be hers?

Matt knew there were needy submissives, and didn't want to be one, so he crafted a short message. "Mistress Jane Kit, Could I call you?" He thought this didn't sound overly demanding. If he used a more submissive tone, it might have been overly familiar. Matt thought they both knew that true submission came not from words, but from actions, and his actions had been direct.

"I will call you. What's your number? -Mistress Jane Kit"

After the gifts had arrived, she called from a blocked number. Matt wondered what kind of freaks she had dealt with and tried not to be one of them.

"Uh, yeah, uh. Hi". So much for not being a freak, Matt thought.

"Hi Matt," said Mistress Jane Kit, who gave him the impression she was saying his name more like "floor mat," though her voice was a surprising pleasant girlish purr.

"What is it that you want? I hope it's to buy me more gifts. You know, I had a date last night, and none of your presents got here on time." Her frown was almost audible. An indecent thrill raced through Matt, all the way down. He had to resist urges he thought Mistress Jane Kit would disapprove of.

"I'm. I'm, sorry, Mistress," he paused, and blurted out an unplanned question, "Why did you want to know my income before you sent your wish list?"

"I don't like gifts from people who really should be focusing on taking care of themselves, it isn't much fun to me."

"Alright. I wanted to know if you have any interest in coming to London. I would like to take you and a girlfriend shopping here. I would cover the expenses of the trip." He said it before he could stop himself and he wondered if he had thought this through. Was he thinking straight at all? She would want business class plane tickets, a central hotel with a view, and oh, the shopping. You could buy a nice car for the cost of this trip. His heart was pounding. He had always been so responsible with money. He had spent so much time optimizing his funds. He almost regretted making the offer, until he heard her answer.

"No." Mistress Jane Kit said. A pain flickered through him, and he regretted this much more.

"No?"

"It's too much to ask me to rely on you for a trip, I would have to plan to take time off, and so would a friend, and what if it falls though..." Mistress Jane Kit trailed off.

"I'll show you that you can rely on me for trips. Take a weekend trip. With a girlfriend. Expenses covered. Where would you like to go?"

After a pause Mistress Jane Kit conceded, "I do like L.A."

"L.A. it is." Matt waited for her to say something. Maybe she would say that he'd been good, or that he'd pleased her.

What she did say was in a teasing, almost taunting, tone, "You know, there are parties in LA. There are clubs. We're going to dance with cute guys. What if we have a drink with them in the room that you pay for."

To Matt's surprise, his pulse quickened with excitement.

"That's your choice, Mistress." It was the first time he called her that. Matt tried to contain his deep breathing, worried she would hear it, and he must have done so successfully because now he'd earned "Now there's a good sub."

Matt felt as though he was about to cross a threshold, as though he was not sure what he would submit to, but that he knew one thing: He wanted to belong to Mistress Jane Kit.

Matt asked, "Then, what do we do next?"

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Jan 14, 2018 in femdom

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