Saturday, we went to a fancy party. Daddy hired a limo to drive us and mouse got all gussied up for the occasion with her swept up. Daddy brought out the pearls for mouse to wear. He kissed her neck as he helped with the clasp and zipped up the back of her dress. Honestly mouse felt pretty and it's kind of rare she really feels that way -- she just felt put-together and maybe a little sexy. Despite wearing her kill-me-now heels, she knelt at his feet. It felt like a good moment. Daddy told her to stand, fully aware she was offering him oral service if he wished it. This party was something Daddy wasn't thrilled to attend, as he prefers smaller affairs. Still he said that since mouse spent time on her makeup, he didn't want to delay the evening anymore than needed.
He escorted mouse to the waiting limo and helped her inside personally, it was a fancy kind with the glass in between the driver and where we were seated. Daddy groaned all the way to the party -- he just was not in the mood and really did this for mouse who was in turn doing this for a good friend. At the party we nibbled food, sipped some wine and made the rounds. At one point mouse was giggling with some girlfriends and she noticed Daddy watching her.
But when he looked at her like that, it made her feel very exposed and mouse suddenly felt shy. Like she blushed and became quiet feeling very shy. The way Daddy looked at her made her heart skip. Like being at the 7th grade dance waiting for the cute boy to walk across the room and ask her awkwardly to dance. Only Daddy didn't move from the spot.
Slowly mouse walked to him.
Seriously she would crawled or kneeled at his feet, or both.
The rest or the time mouse stayed close to him. When we left Daddy put the coat she wore just over her shoulders. We got into the waiting car and Daddy slid his hand between mouse's thighs. His fingers entered the sweet spot, and she practically jumped out of her skin. We kissed, then he did this thing where he touched the back of mouse's head. And just like that, she was busy sucking him.
Really lost in the worship, in that mental headspace. Daddy was rubbing her head, controlling her speed until he orgasmed. Just a block or so from our house.
Hair was a mess, face was horrible but the contentment mouse felt at that moment was the icing on the cake. Even if she totally avoided making any eye contact with the driver when he dropped us off. We made it to the door, Daddy fished his keys from his pocket and we went inside the dark house.
As mouse kicked her shoes off, Daddy went to pour a drink -- and we sat for a moment talking about the party, which bled into a half dozen other topics like the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. He actually asked about the menu, so mouse prattled on about that. He finished his drink and we started upstairs. We were barely half way up when Daddy began unzipping mouse's dress. He pulled what was left of her hair down. He touched her face with those hands of his, and kissed her. Yeah, melty mouse.
He made mouse keep the garter and corset on, but mouse did let out a small groan when she saw reflection in the mirror -- holy crap, what a mess. Daddy wrapped mouse up and passed some time spanking her behind until she cried and then removed his clothes and climbed into bed.
Daddy paid mouse a wonderful compliment, whispered into her ear, he told her at times he can't control himself, like in the limo, he couldn't wait to have mouse's lips surrounding him. It's nice to know that. Especially that night she felt so sexy and happy. Maybe that's an important component? You feel sexy and it shows? Whatever it was a nice evening.