Stevie's Point of View
Once we enter Madeline's room I'm hit with purple. Her entire room is various shades of purple. Her walls are a pale purple, Her bed looked like it was an oversized crib with only 3 sides, is white and the sheets are a shade darker than the walls, while the comforter is white with various shades of purple flowers. On one of the walls there's a book shelf with Many books, some of them look like their for children. The whole room looks like it belongs to a little girl.
"What do you think, Stevie?" Madeline asks me with a big smile.
"It looks..." I begin to say. "nice?"
"Thanks! I decorated it myself!" She looks so proud of herself.
"Very well done." I say. "Wait, you di-"
"Maddie, Stevie it's time to get your girls dressed. Bathroom, now." A maid bursts in and tells us before I can ask her how she, a slave as well, was able to design her own room.
The maid ushers us into the bathroom and washes our faces up and dresses us into dresses, Madeline's purple, mine white. Madeline was places in white knee high socks and flat Mary Jane's that matched her dress. My shoes were black.
The maid grabbed our hands and lead us out of Madeline's room. We were taken down the hallway and into what looks like a lounge room, the walls had a deep cherry wood paneling, and the floors were dark wood and covered with red rugs. It felt very manly. Which makes sense when I looked around and saw the room filled with men, and a few women were dressed similarly to Madeline and myself.
"Stevie, Maddie! Welcome girls!" My new master greeted us and motioned for the maid taken us to him. He grabbed our hands and kissed us each on the forehead.
"Hi, Daddy!" Madeline beams up at him. She crawls into his lap and snuggles up.
"Hi, baby." He gently guides her head into the nook of his neck. He pulls me closer to him and grabs my neck. "Don't you want to say to your Daddy?"
"Hello, Sir." I say quietly.
"No no. Don't you remember, you don't call me Sir. I told you I'd tell you what to call me when we get home. You will call me Daddy. I'm your Daddy Dom. You are my little. Like my Little Maddie here." He looks at her quickly and smiles. He grabs my neck and gently pulls me into a kiss.
"Daddy? Little. I'm confused." I say.