After finishing our delicious meal, Daddy led me by my gloved hand back to the front where we climbed into his shiny black car and zipped off to the mansion. I felt much more confident while exiting the vehicle, climbing the steps carefully as I held my sumptuous dress by the hem so I could walk.
My chin was naturally elevated this time, reflecting the class that seemed to have seeped under my skin during the week. Perhaps it was belonging to him that made me feel so exceptional and I could tell that the other attendees noticed this as we entered the front of the mansion, their eyes lingering momentarily before drunkenly gazing elsewhere.
We traded our lavish tickets for masks and started to head for the silk curtains when Daddy took my elbow and gently pulled me aside into a small, carpeted hall. The carpet was a maroon ocean covered in gold tinsel and it reminded me of my hair. The red ringlets came down in waves over my shoulders, outlining my face and matching my lips.
Daddy smoothed a lock of my hair behind my ear and smiled, stroking my cheek with his thumb. The motion made me blush under my mask and I smiled wide as he held up a small gift box wrapped in red paper. It shimmered in the light of the setting sun from the window, winking at me and inspiring a gasp.
As I took it from his hands, I admired the wrapping and turned it over, trying to determine what might be hiding inside. Daddy playfully took my fingers and kissed them, encouraging me to open it and see what was waiting for me.
Excitedly, I tore the wrapping and dropped it to the floor, the shiny pieces landing in curled heaps on the velvety carpet. The dark box under the paper was quite simple, a neutral image I wasn’t expecting to see. I pulled off the top and marveled at the silky interior that harbored a gorgeous gold collar with large letters printed around the front.
The entirety of it was malleable, suitable for a small neck like mine that constantly needed to bend and turn. While admiring the shining spectacle in front of my eyes, Daddy pulled it from the box and held it up in the light, the letters glittering brightly as I read them together:
DADDY
My fingers covered my lips and my chin, the joy of seeing such a gift overwhelming every bit of my body. He held it out to me, but I couldn’t seem to get my hands to move to accept it.
The gift box had fallen from my grip and was now in the midst of curled wrapping paper, the sound of everything else muffled under the sound of my blood rushing through my ears. Gently, Daddy pulled my hands from my face and placed a loving kiss upon my red lips, making me faint once more with his amiable touch.
“This is for my little princess,” he said, breaking the muffled rush of white noise in my ears. “This is a statement of your possession. You belong to me and only me. I am in charge of your orgasms and I will determine who plays with you.”
Gratefully, I adoringly outlined the cold metal letters and nodded, biting my lower lip as he had me turn about for him to wrap it around the supple skin of my neck. When he had fastened the collar in place, I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled up at the ceiling high above us, savoring the glory of this moment and how it seemed set apart from everything else in the day.
It was a delicious memory that would be a succulent treat to think of next week as I fervently masturbated to the thought of him barreling into my sweet tulip. Daddy ran his fingers up the length of my dress and cupped my breasts, squeezing them slightly before suggesting that we attend the party as he wished to ravish me publicly.
Feeling somewhat nervous about this new experience, I asked for half a pill of delight to help ease me into the performing mood. I knew once we were beyond those curtains that anything could happen, maybe even things I wouldn’t dare repeat outside of these walls.
It was such an exhilarating practice as I had no idea who those people might be. Perhaps I had served one of them in college during my time as a waitress or maybe I had run into them at a coffee shop and didn’t give them a second glance. We were all equal here. That’s what made the activity so attractive: no one would ever gossip because they didn’t know who was who. I felt I had some immunity to do as I pleased.
Daddy broke me out of my thoughts by taking my hand and leading me back out towards the satin curtains that billowed elegantly about the entrance. They encircled us as the delight began to take effect, its tentacles enveloping my skin and dragging across the exposed bits.
On the other side, the eruption of moans greeted us and I smiled as I looked around the room. Daddy pulled me between two vintage couches and introduced me to some friends of his who were hotly engulfed in the crevices of the other. I nodded to each of them before their lips disappeared between thighs and muffled squeaks echoed from hidden lips. The sight of these two women so passionately attached was incredibly arousing and I found myself reaching for their twitching skin.
Daddy smacked my hand, warning me not to touch without asking. I turned to him and apologized profusely for my misbehavior, hoping he would reconsider and allow me to participate with the women on the couch. He said he had other plans for me tonight.
In my mesmerized state, I hadn’t noticed he had pulled an ottoman into the center of the room. He motioned for me to bend over the cushioned fabric and I obeyed, the room tilting slightly as I bent to rest my belly against the soft furniture.