Pete stood there and just stared at me. I knew that my face was beet red and I couldn’t stop fidgeting. This was it, this was the moment I had been dreading. “So, let me get this straight, you want me to make a ‘sex chair’ for the workout room now?”, he all but growled at me when he finally spoke. “Um….yep……whatcha think? Can you do it?” I asked sheepishly. His eyes narrowed and he was quiet again for the longest time. I was steadily getting pissed. “Forget it!”, I snapped at him as I turned to walk away. His hand shot out and grabbed my arm. “Hey, don’t do that! Don’t start this and then walk away from me.”, his voice low and stearn. His face softened and turned quizzical. “Do you know exactly how you want it?”, he questioned. “Yes.”, my only reply as I went to go get my drawings for him.
“Okay, we might as well get this conversation over with.” Pete said as he sat down across from me at the kitchen table. I was bent over the sixth and hopefully last edit of my idea. I slowly looked up to meet his gaze. “Okay, we might as well.”, I agreed, “You first.” He blew out a long breath and began his story of how he was first introduced into the lifestyle. I was simply blown away!
I found it ironic that Pete’s story was so similar to mine. We had both always just known what we were and both wandered into this lifestyle many years ago. We both found it best to keep it quiet since most in our quaint little town would not understand and frown on it. Pete was currently without a partner, but was genuinely happy that I had found my perfect Dom and was more than willing to help me surprise him with a few items for the workout room, accidentally turned into a playroom. He had brought a notebook with him and we poured over the diagrams and measurements of what he had in mind. His ideas were much better than mine
We were down to the last day before Daddy was home and I was so excited. Pete had done an amazing job on the spanking bench. It was less involved than most other types of furniture and since we were pressed for time, that was what we had decided to go with. The room was light gray and the can lights were set on a dimmer so the lighting could fit the mood. A chandelier hung near the hook in the ceiling. There were two large cushy chairs covered in white velvet, sitting in front of an old mantle that I renovated. It had been in the pile of stuff left behind and I painted it and Pete helped me haul it into the room. A modern electric fireplace now filled the void in the hearth of the mantle. An old, soft area rug lay on the floor in front of it. The bones of the room were good and shelving would be added later on. Daddy and I could add to it as we found the perfect playthings as we went along.
Pete climbed the basement stairs one last time and winked at me as he said his goodbyes. “Better go down there and make sure it’s exactly how you want it.”, he called out as the door quietly closed. Alone in the house, I couldn’t contain myself any more and had to rush down to look at my beautiful and accidental playroom again. My eyes were immediately drawn to the silver chain that now hung from the eye hook. I crossed to the center of the room to read the note attached. “Have fun” were the only words.
I patiently waited on my knees at the appointed time of Daddy’s arrival home. I couldn't wait to show him my surprise. I hoped that he would approve. The door opened and before I could even speak, Daddy scooped me up and bear hugged me. When he finally put me down, he requested that I kneel again and close my eyes. "I have a gift for you, baby girl.", he said as I felt the smooth leather collar circle my neck. A collar of my very own! My heart sang!
"I have a gift for you too, Daddy!”