Chapter Sixteen
August
We were spending more and more time together. Big. Little. Sometimes blurring the lines. But everything we did was what was right for us. And just by virtue of being together, it was always special.
But one of our favorite things to do was to visit the little room at Chained.
Our first visit together had been the vendor event, but we’d been other times, and it was always fun.
Ms. Lily had different themes all the time.
Seasonal or maybe fantasy. We had book-themed nights and movie nights.
Crafts. Game nights. And some where there were just lots of different activities available.
And glitter…all the littles loved glitter, but it was doled out with care because we daddies and mommies sometimes had a hard time getting it out of their hair. Or our cars. Or the bed.
But so shiny…and colorful. Any opportunity to use it was sure to draw a crowd.
So, when I spotted a notice on the monthly calendar at Chained for a Sparkly Night, I read the fine print. There would be glitter, but it wasn’t going to be the loose vials of it that usually appeared.
This glitter was virtual, and the littles would be able to create art that they could print out with, according to Ms. Lily, really glitter-like experiences.
It was a special printer, special software, and the man who had invented the whole thing was looking for people to try it out.
He wasn’t in the scene himself, but he had friends who were.
Hal was all for it, and so we set off to Chained that night ready to have a great time in the little room with our friends and each other.
Because I was trying to make it an extra-special evening, I’d booked one of the extra-special changing rooms. By the time we stood by the door, Hal was bouncing on his toes. “Which room is it, Daddy? Circus? Animals?”
“You’ll see!” I opened the door just a little. “Any more guesses?”
“Bears?”
“No.” This time, I opened it wide. “There you go.”
He still wore street clothes, but as he stepped inside the changing room and looked around, he fell fully into little space. The face that lifted toward mine radiated joy. “Daddy, it’s unicorns.”
“That’s right.” I hugged him, slipping the backpack straps from his shoulders. “Are you ready to change?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay, then step up on the changing table. Daddy will help you.” I assisted him up to sit on the table and took off his T-shirt.
“Lie back now.” I eased off his jeans and underwear and replaced them with the pair of thick training pants he’d wanted to bring tonight and his new unicorn onesie, the one that looked glittery, although blessedly it was only an illusion. Seemed to be a theme tonight.
The room was really nicely done and as soon as I’d dressed Hal, he moved around checking it out.
One wall was a hand-painted mural of unicorns in every color of the rainbow, frolicking in a field of wildflowers.
It was very beautiful, but there was glitter—albeit a digital version—waiting.
And before long, my boy was ready to bounce on out of there and get to the little room.
I was always struck by the contrast between the adorable littles as they crossed the main floor and all the black leather worn by so many others who were enjoying their particular kinks.
Someone asked me once if I thought it was unpleasant for them, if maybe there should be another route for them to the little room.
But, honestly, I never saw them seem upset or unhappy about passing the St. Andrew’s cross or the spiderweb or the spanking benches—all in use.
They paid little or no attention, it appeared, because at Chained, everyone did their own thing without judgment.
Within limits. The dungeon monitors were always on hand to make sure there was no harm or nonconsensual activities.
The hallway on the other side of the room held all sorts of private rooms and specialty areas like the one we were headed for.
On the way, we passed the pet play room, where there were kitten training classes going on.
So cute, but Hal had hold of my hand and was towing me toward the little room.
“It’s not real glitter, but it’s glitter,” he reminded me.
“So we can play but we won’t get it in our hair. ”
“Very good. It’s not easy to get it out of your hair,” I reminded him. “But Daddy doesn’t really mind because you have such a nice time.”
“There’s Ernie!” he squealed. “Ernie where is the glitter?”
My little’s bestie drifted over, his face a storm cloud.
“It’s not glitter, it’s like a video game, and you can make a picture, but it’s not the same.
” The rumble of disquiet from the room caught my attention.
Apparently Ernie was not the only one who felt that way.
As we entered and moved toward the display in the middle of the room, I caught sight of Ms. Lily heading in our direction.
She paused, shaking her head.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Is the virtual glitter not popular?”
“It’s a disaster. I’m going to have someone set up a real glitter table before we have an outright rebellion. Right before you got here, there was even some chanting.”
“Oh dear. Do you think it’s a good idea for me to even take Hal over there?”
“It’s up to you, but be prepared.”
“Hal, do you want to try the virtual glitter or wait for the real stuff?” I asked.
“I want to try.” He nodded his head decisively then cocked it. “And then the real stuff.”
I shrugged and we worked our way over to the giant screen.
Looking at it, I’d have thought at least some of the littles would really like it.
No, it wasn’t loose glitter to get in their hair, but it was bright and very sparkly.
Since the others had rejected it, however, Hal had complete access to the device.
The attendant described it as fingerpaint, and Hal tapped the screen with his index finger, crowing in excitement when the sparkling glitter bloomed under his finger.
“Daddy, look!” He planted his full hand on the flat surface and trailed it down. “Glitter!”
Before my delighted eyes, my little threw his whole heart into creating a work of art.
The attendant showed him how to make it print, and the moment it emerged from the machine…
in 3D…the whole room went wild. Littles lined up for their turns, and Ms. Lily was able to send the real glitter back to wherever she kept it hidden most of the time.
My little created beauty where others only saw disappointment.
He always made me so proud.