There is something delicious about having your head emptied and devoid of thoughts that preoccupy and drag you down...it's like being
underwater. Holding your breath and counting to a million. Daddy likes it when mouse feels like that at times -- not all the time. It's mouse that thrives like this under his hand and at his feet. It puts mouse in her mental place where her submission is easiest. Where she feels sculpted by him into what he wants. He chisels away the rough parts and polishes it -- giving it purpose.
Daddy gives mouse purpose. His control, his dominance makes her squirm and feel the flutter of butterflies as she melts into him.
It's a holiday here today -- no work for Daddy. He'll golf again today and later we'll have some friends over to barbecue and celebrate summer's end.
Everything is ready for it. Daddy has mouse wearing a pretty sundress and he's already taken the opportunity to lift her dress and cup her sex..going without panties, but wearing a sexy garter and corset. Daddy let mouse pick her shoes tho...the strappy white sandal that will be put away tonight. The food is all ready, marinades, salads,...beverages. The usual stuff.
It's funny, just a year or so ago, the thought of this kind of simple party would have mouse in a tizzy. The casual parties are simple now. Even fun. They never used to be. But more fun will be the stolen moments with Daddy, his hands creeping up mouse's dress.
And of course, later after cleanup and the guests are gone...the special time when the house is quiet snd the kids have passed out. That's when mouse will slip into Daddy's study, piddle at his feet and love him. That's what mouse looks most forward to.