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“There is another room of this house that is very private. You showed me everything in your duffle bag. That was very open and honest of you. Do you think you might want to see more of what I have?”

He nodded. “Another room?”

“Remember I told you I used to have parties in my basement?”

“Christmas kink parties.”

“That’s right. The basement runs under the whole house, and it’s very large. It’s finished with tile and carpet and even two separate rooms. I’ve lived here ten years, so I’ve had time tobuild it up with my favorite things. It’s a very special place to me, and sometimes I even sleep down there.”

“It’s not dark and scary with spiderwebs, is it?”

“It’s very well-lit and has cozy couches and pillows. Along with—uh—other stuff.”

Kiren smiled as if he knew what I meant. “I want to see.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe you’re too little.”

“But aren’t there little things down there since you’re a daddy?”

“Yes, and toys. But also other things. Adult things.”

“Adult toys?”

“Some.”

“I’m okay, Daddy. I’m ready.”

I reached for his hand and held it. “Come with me.”

8

Kiren

Max held my hand like a lover as he led me down a flight of red carpeted stairs. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. Max was nice. He had shown me only tenderness and affection.

But seriously, how much did I really know about him? And we hadn’t filed any paperwork with HR yet. No one knew I was here and now I was head down to a secret basement with him.

I didn’t care. I wanted to be with him. Be his little boy. I squeezed his hand, showing my trust.

The stairs ended and we emerged into a huge room. The lights went on.

I looked around the room in wonder. I’d always fantasized about what it might be like to go all-out little. With all the accessories. Well, here was the place I could do just that. All of it. Live out every fantasy I’d ever had and more I hadn’t thought of.

The room was like a giant toy and baby store. And kink shop. I didn’t know where to look first.

“Daddy….” My voice trailed off in awe.

First, my eye caught on the twinkle lights to my right. The lights flickered over a big, adult-sized crib with lime green and orange pillows and two neatly folded blankets. The mattress inside looked soft. There were little stuffed bears peering out through the pale wooden bars, not like prisoners but like entities saying, “Come in. Come play with us.”

Beside the crib was a changing table and over it was a shelf. There were diaper boxes and bottles of powder and tubes of cream all neatly stored. A ribbon of pacifiers hung from the shelf, all colors of the rainbow, new and shiny.

I took a step forward and saw a bed shaped like a race car. It was neatly made and piled with pillows and a comforter all with race car designs on them.

But this basement was huge. It went back at least thirty feet. It was a literal playground. There was a baby swing set with a seat where the legs could stick through, adult-sized. A slide sat beside it, along with a mini-merry-go-round.

The walls were painted with trees and animals. Against one was a miniature log cabin with plastic flowers all around it. I couldn’t wait to find out what was inside it. Another wall held some BDSM stuff I recognized only because I snooped at things like that online. I’d never seen any of those things in person. One device was a spanking bench with straps. Another was a swing that held ankles and wrists up. Yet another was a bondage A-frame. Scattered about were couches and tables. And there were two more bigger beds decorated with colorful pillows. Definitely a place for groups. For parties.

It was so much to see all at once.

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