Becoming His Collection

by Haley Monroe

  Upstairs is a rainbow of different rooms set up for private use, but I’ve only been in one or two of those. I’ve seen the library and the bedroom, but there are so many more themes than you can imagine. I don’t know who thought them all up, but each of the rooms are stocked with toys and protection of every kind.

  The Play House is incredibly picky about who they let inside of their doors. I had to fill out piles of paperwork and wait for a background check to clear before they would let me in for the interview process and I’m told it’s that way for everyone. Miranda’s Dom, Tom, also had to vouch for me on my first night at the club in case anything happened. Thankfully, that was a pretty boring night and my membership was accepted. Since then I’ve only come with the two of them and played as a third wheel or hung out in the little’s room.

  Jacob pulls up to the front door and allows the valet to park the pretty sports car. A hostess with a binkie in her mouth opens the doors for us and grins around the rubber sucker. “Welcome!” Her voice is squeaky like a three year olds and I’m impressed by how she slings the binkie to the side of her mouth to speak with us. “Cw-ecking in, Swir?” The baby talk is only slightly cute. Most of the time I find it super annoying but Miranda says it helps her find her little space much quicker so I’ve grown used to it, I just have no desire to speak like that.

  “Yes, please Calley” Jacob returns her grin and pulls his membership card from his pocket and slides it across the front desk. “I’d also like to change Miss Moore’s status to owned, by me.”

  “D’awe!” She pretends to swoon and yanks the binkie out from between her teeth with a slick popping sound. “Dat’s supa sweet Mist-er H.” Calley rocks side to side and looks from Jacob to me. “You’re rweally Wucky.” Her head nods like she knows something I don’t and then she pops the binkie back into her mouth and begins typing away at the sleek computer in front of her. “O-tay,” She gives us a salute. “She’s offwically yours.” She holds up a hot pink paper band like under aged kids have to wear when they go into clubs. She taps the sticky part to secure the band and I look down at my wrist. In black ink, is my name, how I identify myself (little) and Jacobs name as my caregiver. Seeing it spelled out like this makes me feel special. “Have Fwun!” Calley presses a buzzer and a soft green glow lights around the edges of two heavily frosted glass doors.

  “Are you ready, my sweet kitten?” Jacob asks with his hand on the door. I only feel excitement in this moment, like a kid in front of the doors of Chuck-E-Cheese.

  “More than ready, Daddy.”

  “Good.” His smile warms my belly and I itch to get out of my coat so I can show off for him. He leans into the right door and it opens slowly. Part of me wonders if he’s dragging this out on purpose. I skip to his side and throw my hip into the door, making it swing open. I turn from him and rush over to the coat closet. A sub with a bib on is manning the desk and he seems very shy.

  “Hi!” I belt out, unbuttoning my coat and practically throwing it at him. “Bye!” I toss a wave over my shoulder and blow Daddy a kiss. He’s talking to the sub now, probably taking my coat card number so I can get it back at the end of the night. I scan the room on bouncing toes as I wait for him to join me.

  The dance floor is made up of shiny wooden planks that reflect the swirling lights coming from the railings above. Upstairs, they have tables and couches gathered around the railing that rim the dance floor, allowing you to watch down over people down below while you sip cocktails and hang out with like minded people. I feel Jacob’s fingers skim across the bare skin of my lower back.

  “Tim and Miranda are in the play area, shall we find them?” The music is loud, making him lean into me to whisper into my ear. I nod my head, instead of trying to yell over the techno dance music playing. Jacob lets me lead the way across the dance floor. It’s early yet and not many people are busting a move, making it easy for us to get to the other side.

  Colored blocks act as seats for the “adults” and I find Tim easily sitting in front of the pink slide with his ankle crossed over his knee. “Hi, Mister Tim.” I greet him as we get to his side.

  “Oh, Hannah.” His eyes move from my ballet flats up to my face. “You look lovely, dear.” We’ve played before, a few times. Miranda likes sharing him and as a Dom-less sub, he was always a comfortable choice, but now things are different. I wonder if he’ll miss my touch and if he’s thinking about how I look speared on his cock while Miranda rides my face. I smile at the thought of how those memories will be all he has from now on. Unless Jacob decides otherwise.

  “Thank you, Sir.” I curtsey a little and the tulle under my skirt bobs as I move. “Where’s Miranda?” I look around for my friend but only see littles I don’t know running back and forth and climbing up the structure.

  “Somewhere in there.” He shrugs. “I don’t understand why she loves this shit so much, but it makes her happy.” Jacob sits down next to Tim on a purple colored block.

  “Go find her, princess.” Jacob urges but I hold his shoulder and lean down to kiss his lips gently.

  “Thank you, Daddy!” I spring off in search of Miranda. The floor turns to soft padding under my feet, giving me more of a bounce in my step as I reach the play structure. I hold the side of the big plastic tube and begin to make my way through the maze. It grows dark as I wander away from the opening and I hear heavy breathing. Curious, I walk a little faster to find out who’s making the noises. The tube turns and then dead ends into a rope ladder.

  The ladder is blocked however, by a couple. The tiny female’s hands are tangled in the web of rope and the man behind her braces himself against the plastic wall beyond the rope. I watch for a moment as his ass cheeks flex with every thrust. Her heavy breathing turns into sharp moans and soon she’s screaming. I want to get by, but I also don’t want to interrupt.

  The man dips his head to nip at his partner’s neck and she squeals. His thrusts are slowing now that she’s come and I really want to get by soon, not in twenty minutes. I clear my throat and his head lazily turns in my direction.

  “Excuse me.” I smile feeling the blush burn over my cheeks.

  “Go on up, sweetie.” One of his hands lifts off the wall to point upwards. I wring my hands together and nod. As I reach for the rope ladder, I’m thankful for the full coverage panties Daddy gave me to wear. I climb up quickly, feeling both sets of eyes on my rear as I go.

  The tube is smaller up here and I have to crawl. Small but wide, three people could crawl through at the same time if they needed too. I make my way through a few turns and then see the entrance to one of the slides. This is the blue slide, it goes straight down with no twists or turns. Miranda wouldn’t be there. Up another rope ladder leads me to an open space full of pillows. Five people are taking up this space, sprawled out, touching each other. In the center of the space is a couple of lesbians. One eating the other out from under her skirt. In the corner is a man in a suit with two blondes sharing his cock. I feel my panties growing damp as I listen to all of the sounds echoing off the plastic up here.

  Two openings lead to the other slides. The orange slide has lots of bumps in the bottom, it always makes my ass hurt more than it makes me feel good, but I know its Miranda’s favorite. Normally, she has Tom spank her ass a pretty red and then enjoys riding down the painful slide over and over. I sit on the padded spot before the slide and push myself down it.

  Bump after bump, I make my way down until the slide spits me into the ball pit. It’s incredibly deep and the balls come up to my tits. I wade through them, pushing the multicolored balls aside and yell “Miranda?” I spot a brunette, her hair is short, in a bob just like Miranda wears. I walk as fast as I can over to the brunette and tackle her from behind.

  She isn’t expecting my weight and we fall forward into the balls that dive apart to make way for us. “Hey!” She squeaks, trying to push me off of her and get to her feet at the same time. I hug her so tightly as she struggles.

  “Thank you, thank you.”
I giggle as I wrestle her in the pit.

  “For what!?” She chuckles, finally realizing it’s me who has attacked her.

  “For helping me find Jacob.” We wiggle our way to the side of the ball pit and hook our fingers in the caged wall to help us get to our feet. “He’s so fucking perfect, Miranda.” I hold my heart and sigh. “I can’t imagine how I’d feel if he’d found someone before me.”

  “You wouldn’t feel anything ‘cus you wouldn’t have known him.” She smarts like I’m dumb. “But, he is pretty and I’m glad y’all hit it off.” Her southern twang is sweet and I grab her again. Hugging her and swinging her side to side until she pushes at my shoulders. “Enough, enough.” She laughs. “You’re welcome.”

  “Can we get out of here?” I pick up a plastic yellow ball and throw it at her shoulder.

  “No.” She smiles and pounds me with an orange one.

  “Ow.” I fake and chuck three balls at her as quickly as I can while backing away. Miranda is in her element how. She loves these types of games, childish and carefree. It’s so easy to let her giddiness sweep me away and soon we are having a full out ball war. The lesbian couple from above have joined us. Popping out of the slide and joining right in on the game, except they’ve teamed up against us.

  The laughter in the ball pit draws a crowd. From the corner of my eye, I can see Dom’s with big smiles, standing around with their hands in their pockets and littles racing from outside to climb the structure and get in on the fun.

  I don’t know when it turns from silly fun to group sex, but it does. First it starts with the lesbians. They are making out against the cage, hands all over each other while the man in the suit who I also saw above, is petting their hair. His two subs are also against the cage, carefully winding their fingers around the first couple.

  Miranda’s joy seems to dry up when she notices the change in the pit. I toss a ball right at her boob and nod my head toward the exit. “Time to go?”

  “Yeah.” She pouts. “They always gotta ruin the fun.” I put my arm around her shoulder and together we push through the balls around our bodies.

  “Well, it’s still fun to them.” I offer gently.

  “Yeah, but Tom doesn’t like to get in the pit so it’s not fair.” Just like my anxiety, I know this isn’t something I can ask Miranda to just get over. Instead, I take most of her weight, pulling her pouting ass out of the pit and onto the mats surrounding the play structure. She huffs and puffs while on her knees and I close my eyes. She’s about to pitch a silly fit.

  “Mister Tom!” I yell as she starts to lay on her belly and pound her clenched fists into the mat. Her legs start kicking and I back up to avoid her little wrath. My wide eyes find Tom’s and he gets up from the block with Daddy by his side. Jacob is laughing and pats Tom on the back. Poor Tom looks annoyed when he reaches us.

  “Pumpkin?” His voice is stern as he calls to Miranda but she is deep in it now. “One.” He starts and I scurry over to Daddy’s side.

  “Ut-oh.” I feel my thighs tensing, knowing what’s coming.

  “She’s doing it on purpose.” Jacob tells me what I already know.

  “Two.” Tom reaches for Miranda’s skirt and flips it up over her ass. Unlike me, she doesn’t have full coverage panties on. In fact, she has no panties on. Her ass is already a pale pink where she must have been spanked earlier. Her wails only rise in volume and her feet kick harder as she thrashes her head side to side. “Last warning, Miranda. Knock it off and use your big girl words for Daddy.”

  Time seems to freeze as Jacob and everyone else in the play area stops what they are doing to watch, waiting to find out if Miranda will continue the course. I have no need to wonder, I know her too well. I like pain with my pleasure but Miranda is a true pain slut. She craves it like I crave Jacob’s guidance.

  “Three.” Tom almost whispers the last number and stands. His hands are quick to release the belt from around his hips. His cock tents his slacks, making it easy to see he enjoys this as much as his sub. His arm reaches back and he wields the belt like a whip. The buckled end in his hand while the other end snaps over Miranda’s rear. Her silly cries turn to a real moan.

  He strikes her again and again. Each time the belt finds its mark, her screams lessen instead of increasing like you would think. Her knees widen and she lifts her ass up in offering. Bright red lashes are appearing on her skin and my pussy throbs from watching her get punished. I wiggle myself in front of Jacob and press my ass to his crotch. He’s turned on too.

  Tom shows no signs of slowing, he’s found a rhythm and is decorating Miranda’s butt with pretty spots that are sure to hurt like hell in the morning. “Chastity belt or this?” Jacob asks in my ear.

  “Huh?” I turn my eyes away from the scene in front of me and try to understand what Jacob meant.

  “Would you rather I punish you like this, or with something like the chastity belt?”

  “I don’t like either.” I answer.

  “But that isn’t true, now is it?” His arms come around in front of me and his fingers tease the swell on my breasts, below the hem of the tiny top.

  “No, I guess you’re right. I do like it when you punish me, but I hate it at the same time.” My nose wrinkles at the conundrum this lifestyle causes.

  “It’s good for you unless you honestly don’t enjoy it and in that case I need to know.” My body shivers as his fingers tease down the center of my stomach. “You’d tell me, if you honestly didn’t enjoy something we were playing with? I have to be able to trust that you’d verbalize that sort of thing.”

  I press my bum into him a little bit tighter. “Yes. I would try it while complaining and pouting, but if I became too uncomfortable, I’d say so.”

  “Good.” His hands move down my hips to wander past all the crazy tulle of my skirt. The day of growth on his chin scratches at my cheek as he nuzzles me. “I’m aching to play with you, kitten.”

  “Is that so?” My voice is teasing and I turn in his arms. His hands are quick to grab at my butt cheeks.

  “How does my pretty little girl feel about wax play?”

  5

  Miranda’s cries fade in the distance as Jacob leads me towards the dance floor. The crowd has grown since we first strolled across the sparkling floor and now bodies writhe together with the beat of the music choosing how they move. I’m caught up in the magic of it and pull Jacob to a stop in the center. He glances over his shoulder, his features are sharper here under the strobe lights and my toes curl in my ballet flats.

  “One song?” I yell and his sexy mouth twitches.

  “Only one.” He agrees and pulls my body toward his. I twirl with a happy squeal and press my ass to his crotch. His chin rests on my shoulder as I sway and grind. I roll my body against his, feeling his cock stir under my ministrations. “I’m going to fuck your ass for this.” His words are hot as they find my ear.

  The idea of taking him in my ass makes me nervous as much as it thrills me. I enjoyed when he fucked me there with his beaded anal wand, but that thing was so small compared to his fat cock. Fat and long. I’ll never be able to take him there, not without a warm up. My head lolls back and I look up at the night sky through the sky lights above.

  Stars twinkle down at me and crazy beams of light dance across my vision from the projectors above. Jacob’s hands settle on my waist and we move together. The songs rhythm is steady and easy for us to move to, slow and sexy. A song written just for making love and that’s what it feels like we’re doing.

  He holds me from behind, his hands now smoothing up my flat stomach to tease the under sides of my breasts with his breath in my ear and my heart beating with his. I close my eyes and savor the magic.

  He doesn’t speak again, not until the song comes to an end and a much harsher beat takes its place. Holding me like he is, his hips shove me forward toward the stairs near the coat closet. When we get there, he releases me and I walk up the first flight of stairs. “Which room would you like to
play in, kitten?”

  “Whichever you like, Daddy.” At the top of the stairs is another bar, all of the seating around the railing is filled with people peeping over the edge to watch the scenes around the dance floor. I’m a little surprised when Jacob walks to the bar and orders two bottles of water and a vodka tonic. When the drinks are ready, he places the bottles of water under his arm and hands the mixed drink to me.

  “Drink up, kitten.” He grins. “We have much work to do.”

  “I’m not that nervous.” I lift the drink and tip it slightly for him to look at. “I don’t need this.”

  “It’s not for your nerves my dear, it’s to help you relax so I can fit all of my fat dick in that pretty fucking asshole of yours.” His eyebrows lift in the way that I love.

  “Oh,” I grin and I push the straw between my lips to suck down a quarter of the drink. The Vodka is tasteless and the drink goes down smoothly. “In that case.” I shrug playfully and follow him down the first hall. We pass the doctor’s office room and the library I’ve played in before. We past the dungeon room and the captive room. I give a lingering look at the captive room, someday I’d enjoy playing a scene in there, being taken against my will and sold to the highest bidder, only if it was Daddy of course.

  Daddy turns the corner and we head down the next hallway. If we kept going, we could round the whole upper floor, like a track in a gymnasium. We don’t make a full round though, he stops in front of a room I’ve never taken notice of before. He swipes his membership card over the keypad in front of the door and just like in a hotel, it bleeps green and I hear the click of the door becoming open to us.

  Jacob steps inside first and I hesitate at the threshold. Our first club scene, the thing I’ve wanted most since finding out about this lifestyle. I don’t know why it was so important to me before, it seems to matter so little now. We’ve played in his home and at the coffee shop, we’ve played while we were miles apart and nothing, but his voice to guide us through the motions, but my feet are stuck.