"Daddy, I am ready to go." Rebecca walked into my room as I was throwing on my shirt. I looked her over. She had put on a black strapless, tight dress that ended above her knee. She was still wearing the rhinestoned chain dress I had her put on this morning over the black dress. She had chosen to match her dress with a pair of light pink rhinestone ankle strap pumps. The shoes matched her collar and added just the right pop of color. Her hair was styled into a tight, pristine donut bun. I told her not to wear any earrings.
"Come help Daddy finish dressing," I told her. She came up and started to button up my dress shirt. Our club had a dress code that members should dress for a formal nightclub. I always wore a dress shirt and dress pants. Today I chose to wear a black and white vertical striped dress shirt that Rebecca had bought me for Father's Day a few years ago. I put my hands in my pockets, watching Rebecca button up the shirt. I opened each cuff and rolled them up to my elbows when she was done. Rebecca had admitted to me several times how she found the style quite sexy.
"Let's go, sweetheart." I took her waist and led us to the garage. Rebecca slid into the passenger seat of the car with grace. She looked so perfect that I wanted to make her a little messy.
"Let's play red light, green light," I announced as I backed out of the garage. The game was simple. Rebecca could sit, relax, and enjoy the ride while the car was in motion. When we came to a stop, she would play with her pussy. The game's goal was for Rebecca to edge herself throughout the car ride. If she managed to edge herself successfully, she would earn a prize.
"I would love to play Daddy!" Rebecca loved this game. Her longest record was when we were on a road trip and got stuck in traffic. For three hours, we were in stop-and-go traffic. Rebecca did not orgasm once. At one point, we were stuck next to a trucker. Rebecca got a thrill out of letting him watch her play with herself. As a reward, I fucked her on the hood of our car at a truck stop. It was an extra thrilling game for us both that day.
I would play the game differently each time. Sometimes I would slow the car at a yellow to make sure that I would catch the red light. There were times when I would take the shortest route to our destination, and other times I would take the longest route or a way that I knew would have traffic. Sometimes halfway through a trip, I would completely change my tactics. I loved to keep Rebecca guessing.
This journey to the club wasn't as adventurous as some of our others had been. I was more eager to get to the club to start the night. I also didn't want to be late to meet our friends. The game served its purpose of revving Rebecca's engines for the night. I took Rebecca inside and attached her leash to her collar. Rebecca did look surprised when I did but said nothing. It was atypical for me to use a leash with her. I took us to the room that we had reserved. I flicked on the switch that would label the room as do-not-disturb to those outside it. The individuals we were meeting here knew not to enter unless the sign showed the "waiting" signal. I knew they were here waiting. I had met eyes with them briefly when we arrived. All that was left was to prepare Rebecca.
"We will be following the same rules as always, Rebecca. The bed is your domain. They can only touch you when you are on the bed. If you want things to stop, all you have to do is get off the bed. I will be here the entire time. No one can restrain you beyond using their own body; no ropes, cuffs, or other items can be used. All the usual things, but I have something different planned for today." I spoke while going to a cabinet to get something we would need.
"Yes, Master?" She seemed eager to hear what I had in store.
"I did not auction off the use of my submissive. I auctioned use of my bitch." I smirked and turned around to show her what I had gotten. It was a neoprene fetish puppy mask. It was a full hood with erect ears and an attached muzzle piece. It was black, but parts of the muzzle and the inside of the ears were a hot pink giving it a feminine look.
"Daddy?" She looked baffled by what I had just said. Rebecca and I had never engaged in this kind of play. I knew Rebecca well enough to know when she needed her confident dominant's forcible push and when she needed me to reassure her. This was a time for reassurance. I put the hood down on a side table and approached her. She melted into me as I touched her cheek.
"Are you my little sex pet?" I asked her. She nodded, looking into my eyes. "I want to share you as my pet. That's all the hood does. It turns you into the little pet I know you are for everyone else's eyes."
"It's embarrassing...."
"Isn't that what you love?" I pressed her up against the door, caging her against my body. "You love to be embarrassed. You love when I degrade you. You love when I treat you like the pleasure toy that I have molded you into." She bit her lip. Rebecca always bit her lip when I was successfully seducing her. My words were heating her, turning her on.
"I do, Master..." she admitted.
"Do you want to play with others as my little pet?"
"I do, Master; it's the mask...."
"What about the mask?"
"I'm worried that it will be uncomfortable." I could see that she was sharing an honest concern, not just trying to avoid the embarrassment.
"Then would you like to try it on to see what you think? You don't need to wear it if it is uncomfortable." I told her, comforting her with a gentle touch on her arms. She looked at the hood that I had put down, then back at me. She nodded, avoiding eye contact with me. I picked up her head to kiss her. I gently pulled her closer to the hood.
She obediently followed my lead. I was the one to pick up the hood and take off the muzzle portion. She had worn hoods with me before. Once the muzzle was off, it was no different than any other hood. I helped her slide it on, careful not to mess up her hair. The hood was designed to accommodate a ponytail, or in this case a bun, on the top of the wearer's head. I gave her a moment to adjust to the feeling of hood first. I filled that time with sweet kisses on her shoulders and rubbing her arms. When I felt she was ready, I stood in front of her and started to apply the muzzle to the snaps in the hood. She looked up at me while I did.
When I was done, I stepped to the side. There was a mirror in the room, more for erotic purposes than the reason using it for, but I wanted her to see herself. I stood behind her in the mirror. I watched silently as she evaluated herself in the mirror. I grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. She let the dress fall off her. Next, I unfastened her rhinestone chain dress to slide it off her body. She stood naked in the mirror, except for the hood.
"How does it feel, pet?" I whispered in her ear.
"It is not what I expected, Master." She looked at me through the mirror.
"Do you want to take it off?" She shook her head.
"What is it that you want, pet?"
