Chapter Five
Forrest
After getting an email from Collared about their upcoming Day Out with Santa, I decided it was time to suck it up and head over to Chained. The email would be the first of many, and each one was going to make me feel worse about hiding from Chained. If the club sucked and I didn't like it, so be it, but waiting at my apartment until I felt brave enough to try it wasn't going to change that.
I'd spent my Saturday finishing the last of the unpacking, doing laundry, and grocery shopping—all the unfun things that came with living on your own. By the evening, when it was time for me to get ready for my tour, I'd nearly decided to call and cancel and go to bed. But then I would be right back in the same place I was that morning—the one I swore I was going to get myself out of.
Instead, I rallied and took a quick shower, threw on a onesie, knee-highs, and short-shorts under my jeans and sweatshirt, and drove to the club.
They had dressing rooms—of course they did—all clubs had them, but I wasn't sure what they would be like or if I'd feel comfortable using them. This was the safe way to go without that worry hanging over my head. I secretly hoped they had rooms like Collared did, where each one had different themes and were designed to be used with your partner. Not that I had a partner right now, but there was something magical about putting on your little gear in a little room.
Last year, I'd told Miss Camille that she should decorate one of them for Christmas. She told me I was a smart boy and that it was a great idea and gave me a Christmas tree sticker. I'd been in the little room, so being a smart boy and getting a sticker was kind of expected, but it still felt great. Maybe Chained have one. How great that would be.
I wasn't sure when they called each other sister clubs if that meant it was like a franchise where they were both very much the same, or if it just meant they were owned by the same people. Either way, I was going to find out soon enough.
The traffic was light, and I soon found myself there. I parked the car and saw just how different the two clubs were from the outside. This place was stunning. Back in the day, it had been a huge estate. Now, it was a place where people went for fun, to get away from everything, to relax, and to get off—all the good things.
Ms. Lily met me in the lobby. I had specifically asked if I could have my tour with somebody who worked in the little room, and when they said Ms. Lily, the person who actually ran the room, could do it, I was excited. Even at Collared, everybody was wonderful, but meeting with the people who understood littles made a difference.
There were lots of kinks and preferences in clubs like these—everything from people who were pups, to those who were doms or dommes, to daddies, to exhibitionists, to masochists. They were all there, and each one was different enough that it was nice to have someone like Miss Camille or Ms. Lily who understood you.
"Let's get you signed in, and we'll lock your phone up," she said.
I gave her my wallet as well, not wanting to deal with any of that. She put them in a lockbox. I signed the paperwork, and off we went.
"I figure we'll tour the whole place and end in the little room," she suggested.
"Sounds good." If the little room was first, the odds were good I'd either want to skip the rest or be too nervous to go back alone. This was a good plan.
There were multiple places to eat, a bar, and different sections where people could relax and chat, including some with couches. There were communal dressing rooms and themed ones, just like Collared. Things might look different here, but all the main elements of the other club were definitely present.
"Why don't you get changed, and I'll bring you to the little room, unless you want to check it out first?" We ended near where we started, in front of the dressing rooms.
"No. I want to play now when we get there."
"I thought so." She smiled. "You've been bouncing on the balls of your feet."
"I do that when I'm excited." It was a habit of mine that fit well in the little room, less so at work.
I ran inside and quickly got dressed, since all I was really doing was taking off my outer shell and putting it in a locker. I was back in a couple of minutes to find her waiting for me, just like she promised.
"You look adorable." Her genuine smile had me believing it was not simply platitudes.
"Thank you." I couldn't help preening at her compliment. It had been too long since I'd been little around anyone.
My onesie said I love blocks with an appliqué of the blocks that came with little letters and numbers on them. In real life, I wasn't too picky on what kinds of blocks I played with. I liked playing with Legos, Bristle Blocks, or the animal ones that made noises when you turned them over. If you could build with it, I was there for it.
"You'll see that we modeled a lot of our room after the one in Collared," Ms. Lily explained. "Ms. Marian said little rooms were one of the things missing in a lot of clubs, and we wanted to stand above that."
She leaned in and whispered, "I was glad because it's my favorite."
"Mine too." I giggled.
She was absolutely perfect for her role.
The room was much larger than I thought it would be. I didn't know why. The entire building was huge, but the way it was described in their information of the website, I assumed it was the size of a classroom. It wasn't. It was much bigger, and yet the spaces were carved out so that they each felt like a small private area. In that way, it was even better than the one at Collared.
"Let's go on a tour and then I'll set you up with some blocks. Is that what you want to do today?"
It was an easy guess, given my attire. I nodded like a little bobble doll.
She showed me where they had snacks and what snacks were available. The rule was that littles who played alone were allowed to get their own, but if you came with a mommy, daddy, or babysitter, then they were in charge. It was a good rule.
There was also a craft corner, one where apparently glitter was only for special occasions—bummer. There was a dollhouse, a puppet theater, race cars, a reading area—anything and everything a little could want, including the final section she brought me to: the blocks.
"The only rule with the blocks is the architectural blocks don't get knocked over." She pointed to huge wooden blocks in all sorts of shapes. "We don't want anybody getting hurt."
"Okay, I won't." It was an easy promise. I wasn't going to play with those. There was no point in building a block tower if you couldn't knock it down.
I grabbed a basket of sensory blocks. Some had different textures, some different things you could move, and some made noise, but they were all exactly the same size, and they were perfect. I put one block on top of another, on top of another, on top of another, until it started to get wobbly, and then I knocked it down, laughed, and did it all over again.
It didn't take long before I was fully in my little space. I was going to like it here.