Page 62 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“There are many different ways you can use this,” he explained. “You can hoist someone off the ground by their wrists and ankles and around their waist.”
“Like a swing?”
“Exactly. Or you can bind their wrists together and lift them up still standing onto their toes. It’s a scene of great discipline and some really love it.”
Finally, we got to the play area which was carpeted with fluffy rugs and had shelves of shiny, brand-new toys, some still in the packages.
Maddy and Ozzy were on their knees playing with cars, setting up plastic racetracks for them. I looked up at Briar.
“Daddy?”
“Do you want to play with them?”
“Yes. But Daddy, I want to see the rocking horse.”
We walked over to the beautiful wooden toy. It had a real leather saddle. I lifted Rivi up so he could see more of the back of the horse.
“Daddy, it has a dildo on the back of the saddle.”
I glanced up. “So it does. The rocking motion is something some people like with that in use.”
Astonished, I said, “I could never do that.”
“You don’t have to. It can be ridden without the dildo.”
“Maybe later.” I turned back to Ozzy and Maddy. “I want to play with Ozzy and Maddy now.”
“That’s fine.”
“But don’t go far. People are staring.”
Briar smiled warmly. “That’s because they don’t know you. And,” he reached out and touched my nose with his finger, “because you’re the cutest boy here.”
“No, I’m not.” I pushed up my glasses. I knew they made me look awkward.
“You don’t see yourself the way I do. Or the way other daddy doms do. But believe me, you are a prize. You’re safe here, though. They can all already see you belong to me. And if they don’t know you are a relative of Trent’s, they soon will if anyone gives you any trouble.”
“They won’t, though, right? You’ll watch me?”
“Baby Pan, I love watching you.”
I ran over to the littles with the cars and skidded to a stop, falling to my knees. “Can I play?”
“Hi, Rivi. Go pick out a car. Then you can help us build the raceway.”
I was interested in the toys, but I was also interested in the party and all the BDSM stuff. I could only give the game half my attention as I kept watching the room and the other party-goers out the corners of my eyes.
Ozzy and Maddy both complimented me on my onesie and Ursula. My legs being bare made me feel more vulnerable at first, but as time went by, I became more comfortable. Another boy had his shirt off. Lots of the non-littles wore very revealing leathers and no shirts. This was an adult party. I was an adult now and I kept having to remind myself of that.
About an hour passed. I got to see another sub get a flogging. His back and thighs were red when he was done. It looked like it hurt but he was smiling and laughing as he got off the cross.
“That looks like it’s painful,” I muttered.
Ozzy glanced at me. “I’ve done it before. It’s not if it’s done right and you are ready. It sends you into subspace.”
“What’s subspace?”
“When you drift in euphoria,” Ozzy replied.
