Setting The Scene
Chapter 3 - Our House
© L 2025
Our house is very much equipped for us, if you were to walk in to our home, downstairs, you wouldn't necessarily know of our lifestyle at first glance. Although on closer inspection you will likely find one of my pacifiers lying around, a toy, or my sippy cup. While we try to keep the downstairs as vanilla as we can, upstairs is a very different story.
Sir's bedroom is largest, and the first room you come to as you ascend the stairs. Enter and it is clear we live a Dom/sub dynamic. Along one wall hang various impact play and punishment items, including a flogger, crop, various paddles, and belt, his cane is kept in a cabinet next to them. Alongside these are cuffs for my wrists and ankles, collars and leashes, and other toys we both love. A St. Andrews Cross stands in one corner, a large cage sits in another, and D rings can be seen at the top and bottom of his bed. His room has an ensuite, this is his bathroom not mine, although there are plenty of times he has played with, and used me in there too, as well as taking me there for aftercare.
Next to his bed is my pet bed, with an empty bowl next to it. My pet bed is a cross between a pull out bed, and a dog bed. Its shaggy soft exterior with raised sides makes it look like the kind of dog bed a great dane would enjoy. However it has all the stability, firmness and support of a well made mattress, that is meant for frequent use. While Sir does occasionally grant me permission to sleep in his bed, it is certainly not the norm for us. It is a special treat for us both, and I never take the permission for granted. His bedroom is painted a fairly dark blue and the black furniture finishes it off, with lighting that can be used to create mood, or turned up fully.
Next to his bedroom is mine, and it could not be further from Sir's bedroom. My bed is a normal adult bed with a fully enclosed bed rail fitted around it, that can only be opened and secured from one side. Meaning, if he chooses to secure me in my (bed) crib (not that he does every night) only he can let me out. I am at his mercy, often he requests I sleep in a diaper, and when he does I know he will unlikely come and let me out early in the morning. Usually I will have to use it, but I don't mind. If I sleep in my crib, I am almost always in little space. While the sides aren't overly tall and I could get out if I really wanted to, Sir would definitely hear me drop onto the floor. There is no sneaking out my crib, trust me, I tried it once and quickly regretted it! The 60 strikes over the knee spanking in his room with his slipper was bad enough, but he banned me from the Disney channel for a month. My room has a solid chest of drawers that my diapers are changed on, a toy chest, large wardrobe, dressing table, and a separate desk.
My room is my space, my little space, there is no sexual playing, no physical punishments take place in it, it is my safe space, a space for after care, and a space I can call my own. Our only slight exception to this is that I can be sent to my bedroom at any time for any reason. Occasionally a friend of his or work colleague will call to the house, and he may want privacy. A whisper in my ear politely asking me is all he needs to do. However, we have now been together such a long time I generally know when I need to take myself out the way. Then there are the times I am naughty, have misbehaved, or broken a rule. At these times the loud spoken words of 'get to your bedroom now' send my stomach churning, and I know to wait in my bedroom on my bed until he comes to me.
Next to my bed is a camera monitor that connects to Sirs phone. Any time I am in my room he can watch me and speak to me, from anywhere, his office, out with friends or simply downstairs. The camera is portable too, allowing him to move it anywhere within our home, and it won't disconnect. My bedroom is painted a very light pink, with natural greens and light wooden features, with an abundance of fairy lights, adding that special touch. Next is the bathroom, it is mainly my bathroom, though Sir does use it. With a large bath, separate shower, and a towel rail that is always on, it is warm and inviting.
Finally upstairs is Sirs office. It is the only room in the house I am forbidden to enter without his strict permission and supervision. While he doesn't have anything to hide, it is where he works if he works from home. I fully understand and appreciate he needs his own space, as much as I need mine. Somewhere he can relax and unwind. Being my Dom, my Daddy is the best thing in the world to him, but it is tiring. As a little he cares for my every need, looks after me completely. As my Dom he uses me, plays with me, and looks after me after he has finished. On top of that he is a sadist, we share a mutual love of pet play, and I am a brat, so at any moment either as his sub, but more often as his little. I will act out, talk back, refuse or hesitate for too long. Behaviour he then has to deal with. The trade off is that he has this space, that I do not never ever enter, that I respect one hundred percent as his, it is one of Sirs most sacred rules.
If he is in his office I am not to disturb him, unless he asks me to do something, or in an emergency that can't wait. Punishment for breaking the office rule is severe, extremely severe. We both work, both take care of the house, both cook and clean, though occasionally Sir will order me to clean, cook or tidy, but he always has a reason, and I love the extra orders I sometimes get. We both try to maintain a healthy work life balance, but there are always exceptions.