Poppy Playtime Room Novels & Stories

With that thought, I gulped it all in one go and my head swam afterwards. My head was already swimming in the clouds by the time I settled down for the game. The game took place in one of the rooms hidden from the rest of the venue. The walls were a velvet red, gold chandeliers hung above them and a queen sized bed – in which Anika had to kick out a couple about to get it on. But for some reason, it felt like I was inculcated into a special secret cult and the little fifteen year old girl inside me was squealing, an added plus that I was now drunk too. Everyone had gathered on the floor, surrounding a gold champagne bottle. The players consisted of Mickey, Tobias who were seated to my left,

I can’t control the jealousy festering inside me. “And what’s over here?” she asks, gesturing to a secret door in the north corner. I smirk. “Do you really want to know?” She bobs her head. “Yes. Open it!” "Yes, ma'am!" I type in my passcode, the door springs open. I hear her gasp as the room unveils itself. I step into the well-lit, sound-proof room. “Welcome to my playroom!” She follows me, eyes sparkling. My playroom is full of suspension equipment, swings, spanking benches, bondage setups and uncountable toys.

He stops to take in the scene room for the medical theme and he chuckles, looking at Jude and Jace, “Stirrups and all, huh?” “You can’t play doctor without them.” Jude smirks at his friend. Next is the school room, and then the medieval torture chamber. The nursery for the Daddy Dom/Mommy Domme and littles is straight across from that, and then there’s the room for Owner and pet play. The last three rooms are for breath play, fire play, and finally, rope play. “You two have out done yourselves!” Master Riku praises both of my men and I couldn’t be prouder.

Her sneakers padded softly on the carpeted steps, and she kept her eyes down, a faint blush already warming her cheeks. He unlocked a heavy door with a key from his pocket, pushing it open to reveal the playroom. Dim, recessed lights cast a warm amber glow over the space, shadows dancing on the walls. Leather benches gleamed in the center, padded and sturdy, flanked by racks holding floggers with soft tails, coils of rope in neat bundles, and other implements she could only guess at, cuffs, paddles, a St. Andrew's cross against one wall. The air smelled faintly of leather and sandalwood, clean and inviting, not intimidating like she'd imagined. It was a sanctuary, controlled and intimate, a

I come out of the nursery before standing in front of the opposite room from her nursery. "Close your pretty eyes baby." I tell her in which she immediately closes her eyes making me chuckle. I open the door to the room and put her down on the carpeted floor. After that, I tell her to open her eyes and when she does, her eyes roam around the room in excitement. She runs towards the life-size teddy bear that is sitting on the corner before hugging the stuffed toy tightly. This is her new or I may say the actual playroom which is personally designed by me. Unlike her nursery, this room is completely filled with different types of playing & learning things. I have purchased every single thing i

Besides, the little girl just said puppies. The little girl hugged the biggest dog in the back, near the big doll house, while Jai and Helen stood by the door. “This here is the playroom. Young miss usually plays here with the dogs, ehm, her friends. They never leaves this room except the young miss wants to go outside for a walk,” Helen told him. As she explained, Jai saw around the room. It was not a really large room. It was adorned in cream polka theme, and a softer red carpet. There were chests with dolls, a big dollhouse, and tea party set, all in different pastel colors.

We passed three closed doors before she stopped at the first one and swiped a keycard. Inside was a smaller room—maybe twenty by twenty. Black walls, black rubber flooring, a single king mattress in the center with restraints at each corner. A metal frame hung from the ceiling with cuffs dangling. On the wall, a rack of toys: dildos in graduated sizes, plugs, floggers, paddles, vibrators plugged into outlets. A small table held bottles of lube, condoms, wet wipes. “This is the starter room,” she said, voice flat. “One or two men maximum. Light play, warming up. They can tie you, spank you, use toys. No double penetration unless you ask for it. Most girls start here if they're nervous.”

When he heard me approach, he turned around, his face lighting up when he saw me. “Ready?” he asked, a glint of excitement in his eyes. I nodded, my curiosity piqued even more. “Ready for what?” “Come with me.” He took my hand and led me back up the stairs to our playroom where we usually spent time together. Inside, he had transformed the room into a cozy fort made of blankets and pillows. The blankets were draped over chairs and couches, creating a small, enclosed space that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Soft string lights twinkled from the corners of the room, casting a warm glow over everything. Inside the fort, there was his laptop set up on a small table, surrounded by pil

Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

Her eyes went to me, then the sunglasses, then Sebastian. The woman said nothing. I loved her for it. “The playroom is ready,” she told Poppy. “Security check is complete.” “Are there dolls?” “Yes.” “Kitchen?” “Yes.” “Markers?” “Washable.” Poppy immediately wrinkled her nose. “Boring.” “The permanent ones were confiscated because someone drew eyebrows on Bunny.” “That was an improvement.” Salma took her little hand. “Come on.” Poppy hopped down from the stool, then suddenly turned back, grabbed the remaining half of her pancake, and wrapped it in a napkin.