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“I brought you a gift.” He searched in his side pocket.

“For me?”

“Always.” He held up the ribbon, and the attached paci rolled down. He draped the ribbon around her shoulders, and the paci settled between her stunning breasts.

She giggled. “I loves it.”

“Makes me happy you do. It’s time, princess. Let me show you around.” Leaving the hallway behind, he entered the dungeon’s main aisle. The place seemed way more crowded than when they first arrived.

“Stay right behind me, and don’t let go of my hand,” he directed, extending his arm to her as they snaked around several groups. The aisle’s traffic lightened once they passed the rigging demonstration. The next section was dedicated to impact play. He stopped here. Three Saint Andrew’s crosses were lined up next to each other. Two were unoccupied. On the third, a Dominant settled his submissive’s front against the cross.

“Why is he only wearing boxer shorts?” Yoanni whispered.

He bent closer so only she could hear him. “Every pair negotiates their play according to their unique wants and desires.” As Barron finished explaining, the Dominant pulled the sub’s boxer shorts off. Only a jock strap outlined his perfect glutes.

“Oh,” Yoanni murmured.

“The sub’s exposed skin is the Dominant’s canvas,” Barron said. “He’ll make patterns on it. Is it something you’d like to try?”

She glanced up. “I love it when you spank me, but I’m not sure about being buck naked in front of everyone.” She pouted her full lips, and Barron chuckled.

The Dominant threw four times, making the first crisscross pattern on his submissive’s back, and a sudden rush of people gathered around them to watch.

“Getting too crowded.” Barron pulled her by the arm. “There’sanother room I want to show you. This one is special. You’re going to love it.”

As he moved down the central aisle, Yoanni didn’t speak. He reached the section with the new private rooms. There was no one around. He turned right. All four viewing windows were open. Two rooms were illuminated inside, indicating scenes in progress but he didn’t stop to see or show Yoanni. His interest was farther ahead.

“See the pink glow in the hallway?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s the room I wanted you to see.”

Barron led Yoanni to the room’s entrance and stopped to watch her expression. She puckered her full lips into a cute circle as she scanned the length of the room. They were the first couple to arrive. Barron nodded at the DM supervising the room. He remembered him from his first visit.

“Good evening,” he said to the DM. “I’m Barron, and we’re playing.”

“Evening, sir. I’m Gary. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I think we’ll be fine,” Barron said, leading the wide-eyed Yoanni into the room.

“Where would you like to go first?”

She glanced up at him, then scanned the room again. After a long pause, she pointed to a small table with coloring books and crayons. The choice seemed simple to him, but maybe she was overwhelmed and was opting for the most familiar activity. Holding her hand, much warmer this time, he brought her to the table and pulled out a chair for her. As she settled to pick out her books and sort her crayons, he sat on the adult sofa to watch her and absorb the ambiance around them. Compared to the acute sexual aura in the main dungeon, the mood in here was peaceful and nonsexual. Any Little could throw a tantrum, and the Caregiver would punish the behavior, but it just didn’t feel the same.

He smiled as she colored a picture of a bird. “Do you like it, honey?”

“Uh-huh, loves it.”

Wonderful, she’d easily slipped into Little space, and he’d never felt happier or more fulfilled. This was what he’d wanted for her first visit to Nightshade.

Initially, he intended to discuss limits and safewords and give her a preliminary introduction to submission and dominance, but she was so happy in her sweet space that the topic might be too jarring. Leaning comfortably against the backrest, he crossed his ankles as he watched his baby color pictures.

A new couple came in. The Little saw Yoanni right away. Pulling her Daddy’s hand, she made a beeline for Yoanni. She wore flowery pink shorts with a matching top. She’d tied her dark-brown curly hair in a ponytail.

“Hi. I’s Cindy.” She tapped her chest. “Wanna play wi’ me?”

Barron stood and extended his hand to the new Daddy. “I’m Barron.”

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