Page 5 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“This is our communal gathering area. At any given time, Doms with slaves sitting at their feet or Daddies and Mommies with their littles may be in here. Food and drink are kept to this space and isn’t allowed past the door we’re about to pass through.”

Whoa…

“Normally, as a non-club member, you won’t be in this wing, but I felt it important to give you a full tour so you have a better understanding of what our club offers.”

My inner voyeur was in awe as we walked the two-way glass lined hallway. Naked bodies in various positions and sexual acts were on display for all to see.

“These are rooms for those who not only enjoy being watched but are welcome to others joining them. We do offer private rooms as well for those who don’t.”

It felt all kinds of naughty watching them, but I couldn’t deny how hard it got me, nor could I look away.

“Would you like to see the dungeons? They’re on the other side of this door.”

The door in question was straight out of a medieval movie. How the hell did they even move that thing?

“Um, no thanks. I’m good.” That wasn’t where my interest was and right now I had to chill before prematurely bursting.

“Very well. Next stop is the littles room which can be accessed directly from the open hall off the common area. Since you’re not a club member, though you did have to pass the same background checks as they do, you’re limited to where you’re allowed.” Her words were stern, not harsh, but nothing more needed to be said. Stick to the lobby and the littles area. Period.

“Understood.”

We walked through a space filled with littles playing with various toys and then through another door toward the rear of the room. Hell, this place had more doors than my dorm building. Behind it, there were about a half-dozen curtained areas with a big comfy chair in each.

“Miss Erin is in charge of the littles space and scheduling you as to what works for both your requirements. Welcome, Jayger. I’ll leave you in her capable hands.” With that the Headmistress left us.

“Hello, Jayger. Behind each curtain is where the wet nurses sit. If a Big comes with a little we have additional chairs we can bring in. Not all littles wish to nurse, therefore we ask those that do to schedule ahead of time. Rarely would I call you in last minute. Now, on your questionnaire you don’t mention gender preferences. So, you’re open to nursing any gender?”

“Yes, I have no issues as long as their mommies and daddies don’t either.” Had I said that right? Plus, if it was a female I’d be less likely to get aroused. But I kept that bit to myself.

“You’re the first one here so pick a space and I’ll bring your first little in.”

The furthest chair from the door felt most comfortable for my first time.

A mixture of nerves and embarrassment overwhelmed me and the urge to bolt was high until a little walked in and I saw his cherub face. Something came over me, an urge to calm and chase away his nerves as he stood there in his adorable dungarees while tightly clenching a stuffie. His face marred with uncertainty.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Danny.”

“Nice to meet you, Danny. My name is Jayger.”

Erin slid the curtain closed, allotting us a modicum of privacy though anyone within the room could hear our words. “Would you like to sit on my lap or in a chair?”

“Are-- are you a Daddy?”

“Not yet. But I hope to be someday.”

Danny crawled onto my lap and unbuttoned my shirt, bearing the makeshift medical pads I’d used to absorb the leakage.

“Sorry about that, let me get those out of there.” I hadn’t so much as peeled the tape off before he latched onto a nipple. Relief filled me as the uncomfortable pressure subsided and I sunk back into the chair which was far more comfortable than I’d envisioned.

And that was my first wet nursing experience. Far more pleasurable than I thought it would be.

After that, I was hooked.

Fast forward fifteen years and here I was, tending to littles once again. Having lost count of the numerous times I’d partaken in nursing them over the years. What once started as a means of income was now done for selfish reasons as the kink was one I, too, enjoyed.

I’d became a club member a couple years after starting here and was a Daddy to my first little even quicker than that. Was my need to nurture due to that lacking in my own life? Quite possibly, but either way, it molded me into the caring man I am today. One I’m proud I became.

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