Monday, November 25th
Anthony
I was tired and had a sore neck when I woke up, but I didn’t care. I was there to comfort Sydney when she needed it made me feel good. Maybe Colin was right and I was meant to care for a submissive like Sydney.
She and I took a playful shower this morning. I leaned her up against the wall of the shower while I licked her clit and twisted her nipples. She moaned and let her head roll side to side. It didn’t take much and soon she was quietly coming as she throbbed against my tongue. She fought it though and tried to hold herself tight so she wouldn’t make any noise. I encouraged her to let go and come. I worry that Howard beat into her that she shouldn’t come, she couldn’t make noise and that she basically needed to be mute. After I encouraged her to let go, she came, but very quietly. I know Howard terrified her. I climbed up and sat on the bench and pulled her closer to me. I know she gets cold after coming, so I held her as the warm water fell over us. When I was sure she would be okay, I finished washing her off and decided to try a little instruction with her.
“Wash me, sunshine.”
Her pupils dilated and I felt my body react. Seeing her react that way to me made my heart beat increase, and I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach and the wind had been knocked out of me. She physically reacts to dominance. My dominance. Me. She physically reacts to me. I was on fire. Everything inside of me was ablaze and I was trying so hard to contain it all.
“Yes, Sir.”
I sat on the bench and she poured shampoo in her tiny hands. I closed my eyes once she started washing my hair. It was heavenly. I stood to help rinse my own hair and she began washing me with the shower gel. She left my dick and balls until the very end and she finally looked down at them. Fuck, please don’t let this be a trigger for her.
“Sunshine?”
“Sorry, Sir. I’ve never washed a man before. I’m not sure how to wash…there. I don’t want to mess up.”
There was a certain sense of innocence to Sydney even though she was into kink. She just didn’t have a very good teacher.
“Let me show you, sweetheart.”
I showed her how I like to lather up with bar soap and clean from base to tip, making sure I clean around the head really well. Then I showed her about the same routine with the balls.
“After I’ve cleaned with bar soap, I use shower gel with the sponge on the whole area. That way it smells good and matches the rest of me.”
She stood watching me with bright red cheeks and a huge smile on her face. She began giggling which forced a smile on my face.
“What? What’s so funny, sunshine?”
“Nothing, it’s just that you look like you’re playing with yourself and not really washing when you go down the length of it.”
Now I found it impossible not to laugh.
“Sunshine, you’ve got a dirty mind. Here I’m showing you how to wash me, and you turn it around and make it look like I’m jacking off.” I shook my head laughing while she fell apart laughing. “Tomorrow we’ll try this again. Out with ya.”
I took her by her hand and we got out of the shower and I gently dried her off with one of the towels from the warming rack before sending her to dry her hair. While she busied herself with that, I took care of the rest of my morning prep including cleaning my gash again. She finished drying her hair and I told her to go get my underwear and socks out. All of those things were in the dresser and not in the closet. I hurried to finish my hair and put on my cologne hoping I’d still have time to sit down and eat breakfast with her. She hadn’t come back in yet with my boxer briefs so I went in search of her. I frowned when I didn’t see her in the bedroom part of the guest room. My heart began to pound and I almost panicked because I couldn’t see her right away.
“Sydney,” I called out and headed towards the sitting room. I couldn’t help but flash back to that evening she went into the dark walk-in closet.
“In here, Sir.”
I found her setting my socks down on the coffee table next to my suit and dress shirt. Wait, what the fuck? My suit! Sydney had gone into the closet!
“Sydney! You got my clothes from the closet!”
I went to her and pulled her into my arms. Her skin felt good against mine and her vanilla scented body filled my senses. I held her head in my hands and kissed her.
“You did this! Sweetie, I’m so proud of you!”
“Is it okay, Sir? I didn’t know which one you wanted and took a chance.”
“It’s perfect.”
I didn’t even know if it was navy or black but it didn’t fucking matter. She pushed her fear aside for me. I was so happy and proud but sat down to rub my chest. What the fuck is going on? I pulled her to sit down on my leg and we looked over at my outfit. Dark suit, white shirt, gray boxer briefs, black socks, white undershirt and a dark purple tie with black lines going through it. Perfect. Fucking perfect. It wouldn’t have mattered if none of it matched. I’d still wear it and it’d be the happiest outfit I would ever put on. Colin would break his face smiling at this.
“Sunshine, grab my phone off the dresser.”
When she came back with it, I snapped a picture of everything laid out neatly on the coffee table and then I took a picture of Sydney smiling. She was in a soft white tee shirt and jeans looking sexy and cute. I started a text to Colin. It was about 10:00 in the evening there.
AG: Hey, Col. What do you think of my outfit?
I sent it and had attached the picture of my clothes. While I waited for his response, I began getting dressed and stopped to pick the phone up when it chimed at me. I smiled.
CE: Wow, very impressive, Anth. Remind me when I get home to put a gold star next to your name for getting dressed on your own. How’s Sydney?
I showed Sydney the text from Colin and she giggled at Colin’s gold star jab.
AG: She’s perfect. Fucking perfect. Our fragile kitten picked out my clothes AND got them out while I was in the bathroom shaving. She got my suit, tie and shirt from the closet all on her own!
I attached the smiling picture of Sydney that I took moments ago and sent it with my text. While I was putting on my shoes, the house phone rang and I knew it would be Colin. Sydney handed me the house phone and caller ID showed Colin’s cell number.
“My outfit is much more impressive, isn’t it?” I said to him as my greeting.
“Fuck yeah. That’s incredible, Anth. Can I talk to her?”
“Of course.” I handed Sydney the phone and took her by her hand and led her to the kitchen while she talked. I knew Colin was telling her how proud of her he was. I’m glad he was still up so he could give her some praise too. She’s not used to that. I pointed to the seat at the breakfast bar and she obediently sat down while I threw together breakfast of cereal, toast and fruit.
“Thanks, Sir.” I turned when I heard “sir” and was slightly disappointed when I saw that she was still on the phone and was talking to Colin. “I wanted to try to do something helpful for him.” I kept myself looking busy and facing the cabinets. “I kept him up last night.” She was telling him she woke up from a bad dream and she felt guilty about keeping me up. “I didn’t want him to be late this morning, so I tried to help...It was okay. Your closet has nice lights.” She laughed about something and I felt my chest starting to act up again. I took more ibuprofen and chased it with coffee. I needed to call Matt. Priority one today was my fucking chest. This wasn’t getting any better and I had a date tonight. “He’s okay.” She was listening to him now. “No, he cleaned it this morning. The bandage was gross this morning, but it’s all clean now.” Ah, wonderful. My gash. At least it was my gash and not hers. I’d be in jail probably if Paul had hit her with the whip. Jail and held without bail. I don’t think murder counts as an act that would warrant a bail opportunity. Her voice turned somber and quiet now. “I know. I will. I promise. Bye, Sir.” She hung the phone up and looked at me. I motioned for her to start eating.
“What did Colin make you promise?”
“That I’d let you take care of me when I wake up from dreams, not feel guilty and to let you hold me especially after tomorrow.”
Talk of tomorrow was getting her down. I could see the worry on her face. I reached over and gave her leg a pat.
“It’ll be okay, sunshine. I’ll be with you and we’ll go out for lunch afterwards.”
I hurried through breakfast and reminded her that Gina was coming over to get her at 11:30 for lunch. I kissed her goodbye and headed to my car. I didn’t dare try to call Matt from the car. I was afraid to allow myself to get distracted.
James followed me into my office and briefed me over some new developments with the Cheng deal, regarding production and delivery time frames for the contracted hotel, as well as the potential second hotel. Things were going well and right on schedule. I sat down at my desk, logged on and ran through my email in no time. I was putting off my call to Matt. I was reminded of my need to call him though after our staff meeting when I felt the aches start. I wasn’t short of breath and didn’t have radiating chest pain. It was weird and unlike anything I’ve had before. I just need to man up and go get looked at. I closed my door and sat behind my desk and dialed Matt.
“Hey Anth, how’s it going?”
“Fine.” I smiled when I thought back to this morning with Sydney. No, I wasn’t fine. I needed to be looked at. “Actually, I’m not feeling well and think I need to come see you if you have the time. If not, no big deal.”
“No, Anth, I’ve got time. What’s up?” His tone had changed to serious now and I felt awkward all of a sudden.
“Uh, I don’t really know. I just don’t feel well. It’s hard to explain.”
“Okay, tell me what time you want to come by and I’ll be available.”
“1:00?”
“I’ll see you in a few hours.”
When I got off the phone I picked up a bag of M&M’s and began eating them. I can see why Sydney likes these. They’re addictive. Just like she is.