Chapter 4: Coming to Grips With Things

The next evening I was once more at Steve and Spot’s door, this time with Herbert in tow. This time I’d called to be sure they were both there and had asked to come over.

Steve had told me they’d be ready for me and I’d done something I never thought I ever would.

I told him to not be ready. To just be there. I didn’t say it, or the reason I wanted to visit again, but I wanted them to just be how they’d normally be in the evening, not rated PG and well rehearsed for a visit from the horrible mom.

I rang the bell and almost immediately, Steve opened the door. He was wearing a suit and tie, although he’d loosened the tie. I held out my hand and offered him a small box I’d wrapped that afternoon.

Steve looked at me curiously before accepting the box. I told him it was for Spot even as I was having second, third and fourth thoughts about the gift inside.

I admit I had to force myself not to snatch the box back again a couple of times. What would Spot think of me when she opened it? Would she think I was making fun of her? Trying to humiliate her?

Steve opened the door all the way and behind and to his side, was Spot, in doggy mode. She had her mittens on, but this time a headdress with connected dog ears and straps that crossed her face and held a gag shaped like a dogbone in her mouth.

Her torso was criss-crossed with a strappy costume that left her large breasts bared. She had nipple clamps squeezing her nipples and little bells attached to those. Every tiny movement caused the bells to tinkle, drawing attention to them.

I could also see pubic hair peeking between her parted thighs as she knelt with her ankles touching her bottom. I immediately thought of Herbert and was ready to change my mind.

My husband did NOT need to see his daughter naked. I needed to take Herbert and go home. This was just too much. Before I could tell Herbert that, he’d already spoken up, greeting Steve and Spot, adding that his daughter looked lovely this evening.

He said it so calmly that he might have been complimenting her on her choice of clothes for school or something, not looking at her exposed chest and privates!

My resolve to leave, crumpled. It was too late anyway. Herbert couldn’t unsee what he’d seen and he’d taken it well, too. Better than I’d expected. Better than I had.

Steve invited us in and closed the door behind us, still holding Spot’s gift.

While we were all still standing in the atrium, Steve turned his attention to Spot and told her she had a gift from me. Spot started wiggling wildly, making her tail wag and her bells jingle. I didn’t know how she could stand those infernal clamps, much less jiggle her breasts to make them tinkle like that.

Steve didn’t hand the gift to Spot. She probably couldn’t have unwrapped it anyway, wearing the mittens. Instead he asked her if he should unwrap it for her.

My daughter made dog noises through her gag. Noises of excitement that were clearly transferred to my ears despite the gag.

Steve smiled, ripped the wrapper off exposing the box that held my gift. I’d had Amazon deliver it with their one-hour service, a frazzled mess the whole hour thinking the package would turn up just like I was seeing it now and trying to imagine what I’d tell the delivery man.

The package had arrived in an Amazon box and the driver was gone again before I even answered the door, so I should not have worried at all. Now though, the gift in its box made me blush scarlet. I so hoped Spot wouldn’t be as embarrassed as I was, giving it to her.

I’d purchased a training halter with leash and prefitted butt plug with a tail that matched as closely as possible, Spot’s blue streaked blonde hair. The picture on the box said it all. As I said, I wanted to die of embarrassment seeing Steve admire the box before showing it to Spot.

Spot looked at the box then at me, then at the box again and I could see the understanding reflected in her eyes before those eyes filled with happy tears.

She couldn’t just drop the bone in her mouth since it was really a gag, held there by a strap going around her head, so she did the best she could to tearfully show her appreciation.

She sat up straighter and with her fisted, mitten covered hands pulled up in front of her large exposed breasts, she rapidly wiggled her wrists, for the life of me, just like a dog excitedly begging.

I felt overcome by emotion at her attempt to thank me without a voice. I felt both heartbreak because this was my little girl and I couldn’t even hear her voice her obvious gratitude, immense pleasure that she so clearly loved the gift despite it being so similar to what she was already wearing and relief that she didn’t think I’d meant the gift in a cruel way.

Steve petted her on the head between her ears, as if providing comfort and a calming hand to settle her down before thanking me and telling me Spot was very pleased with my gift as if she hadn’t made that clear enough by her actions.

Only then did he seem to realize he thought he was being rude by not already having invited us properly into the house. He apologized and ushered us into his family room where there were already an array of adult beverages awaiting us.

While Herbert and I made ourselves comfortable Steve glanced at his watch then explained that Spot was supposed to have the gag in place for another ten minutes as part of her training but offered to take it out early.

I hadn’t expected that. I almost agreed instantly before I even considered my answer. I had a lot of apologies to make, a lot of things to say to both Steve and Spot.

I felt Herbert’s hand on my shoulder, his fingers not digging in but making his touch clear. I instantly knew he wanted me to consider my response before I spoke.

Although Herbert had been with me the whole time, I’d somehow forgotten his presence, forgotten that he was witnessing our daughter practically nude in front of our very eyes. I’d been so focused on Spot I hadn’t really paid any attention to him at all. So many reminders in a brief shoulder caress.

I wondered why Herbert would want me to pause before telling Steve he should remove Spot’s gag. Why wouldn’t Herbert want that as much as I did?

Steve had said something about the gag being part of Spot’s training. If anything, that should make me want it removed even more quickly! My daughter wasn’t really a dog no matter how much she yearned to be one. Then I made the connection. It was about what SHE wanted, not me.

Herbert was wordlessly reminding me that we were here because of my daughter’s wants and needs, not mine.

I told Steve that we could wait. That we weren’t here to interrupt their life but to try to once more become part of it. Those words were difficult to say and they grated somewhat. A mother not getting her way was difficult to accept but I’d made a conscious choice to support Spot. It was just really difficult to do in practice.

I looked over to Herbert next to me, to thank him just as wordlessly as he’d advised me, but his eyes weren’t on me, nor Steve. He was looking at Spot. Specifically at her bare breasts with their clamped on little bells.

Something snapped in me. My husband was ogling his daughter’s breasts! How dare he! That wasn’t just too much, that was inconceivable. Jealousy flared like a sun in my brain.

I slapped my husband’s cheek, jumped to my feet and stormed out of Steve’s house without a word. We’d brought my car, so I unlocked it, climbed in and I was half a mile away before I had another thought.

I pulled over and broke down in tears. How could Herbert betray me like that? His own daughter! I cried uncontrollably for about five minutes before thoughts of how I’d acted began to penetrate.

While I felt totally justified being angry, I’d stormed out of my daughter’s house like it was her fault my husband was acting like a total creep. How could he have done that? We’d been married for so many years that I thought I’d known everything there was to know about Herbert.

He’d never looked at another woman around me. He never even paid attention to women advertising underwear in magazines, yet his gaze had been firmly fixed on his own daughter’s breasts.

I was crushed. Had he liked what he’d seen? Did he wish I’d be willing to humiliate myself by putting bells on my nipples? A thought crept unbidden into my head.

Was he wondering why Spot wasn’t totally embarrassed to be seen by her own father? Was he not ogling his daughter’s breasts at all but trying to come to grips with the fact that she’d willingly be in the same room as him while undressed?

I suddenly felt terrible and began bawling again. I’d jumped to conclusions without as much as giving Herbert a chance to explain himself.

I was a horrible person, just like the YouTube video had portrayed at the beginning. But I couldn’t go back now, not after making such a scene. I needed Herbert to tell me what to do, but Herbert was the reason I was sitting on the side of the road in my car alone.

I spent the next ten minutes feeling sorry for myself. After collecting myself again I considered going home and calling Spot. I’d forgotten my cell at the house and I don’t think I could have called her on it anyway. It’s not the same as holding a real telephone receiver.

I wondered what Herbert would have said had he been sitting in the seat next to me. I didn’t want to admit it but I knew he would have told me to suck it up. I’d messed up. I should confront the issue and resolve it instead of letting it fester.