Thursday, December 5th
Sydney
I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from this dream of Colin of Anthony. I don’t know what I did to deserve them. They’ve made so many sacrifices for me. I need to make sure I find a nice dress so they won’t be embarrassed at the parties.
After the guys left for work I went into the playroom to look at the play collar. I flipped the light on and didn’t let my eyes wander anywhere else and went immediately to the small end table where they put it. I stopped in my tracks when I realized it wasn’t there anymore. I glanced around but didn’t see it anywhere in plain sight, so I headed out of the playroom feeling uneasy. Were they taking it away? Did they know I was in here the other day and that I put it on? I shut the lights off and closed the door behind me quietly.
Gina was coming over at noon so I had some time to work on this list. Next item was “face slapping.” Hard limit. “Fisting.” Hmmm. It said anally and vaginally. I’ve had that with Howard and it hurt badly. But, this is Colin and Anthony. Hmmm. I’m going to go with a two. I disliked it but would tolerate it for them. “Food.” It asked about if I wanted food chosen for me, to eat food off a body, from a bowl and from a hand. I liked it when they picked things out for me to eat. So, five for that one. I liked the idea of licking whip cream off of them. So I’ll put a five for that one. I didn’t really want to eat off the floor and don’t think either of them would tell me to do that. From hand…hmmm. Anthony fed me soup one of my first few nights here and fed me pancakes from his plate at a restaurant at his high rise. I really liked that. Five.
Next category was “gags.”
Colin and Anthony. Just them. I caught myself before I started picking at my fingers. Ahhh!
SB: What if you gag me and I need to say my safe word, but can’t? Then what?
I looked at it again and hit send. I knew they’d just be getting to the office but they told me I could call and text them anytime. I wasn’t going to bug them over the phone. I was just wondering how the gag thing and a safe word worked. Anthony responded.
AG: IF you were gagged, we’d place something in your hands that you could use to make noise. The noise would act as your safe word. Does that make sense?
SB: Yes, Sir. Thank you.
AG: Anytime, sunshine ;)
I loved it when he sent me happy faces. His happy faces always winked at me. Just like he does. Ok, so it sounded like he knew what he was doing with the gags. I wasn’t a big fan of it, but I trusted them. I’ll put it down as a three. I stared at the next one.
“Given away. Temporary for a scene, auction and permanent.”
No! Oh God, no. I don’t want to play with anyone else. I tried to control the rush of thoughts. The Irons party! Colin said it was an auction. With shaking fingers I began to rapidly text.
SB: Sorry to bug you. I’m on “given away.” I don’t want to play with anyone else or be sent away. Is that just if I’m bad or mess up? Please, I’ll be good.
CE: Baby, hold tight. I can’t call you right now but Anthony will. DON’T worry about this one. It’s not an option.
Not an option? The house phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Sunshine, you mark those however you want but I can assure you that none of those items would ever arise in our relationship. Our relationship is permanent with the three of us and only the three of us. Sweetie, we’ll explain more tonight, but we’d never, ever let someone else play with you. Okay?”
“Okay. Sorry. I got worried. I saw the word auction and knew Colin said the Irons party had an auction, and well. I thought the worst. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I don’t ever want you to apologize for asking a question when you don’t understand.”
“Okay, thank you. See you later.”
“Bye, sunshine.”
Hand jobs. Yes, I can handle that. I like rubbing on them. I think I can tell which one is which just by touch. They both have some trim hair at the base, but Anthony has a vein that runs prominently on the underside. I don’t think their length is much different, but Anthony has that vein and I think he is a little thicker.
I took a mental break for a few minutes and thought of how sexy they both look in their underwear. They both wear boxer briefs but sometimes Anthony’s seem a little shorter than Colin’s. He said they were called “trunks.” I didn’t care what they were called, they looked hot on him. Since they were shorter than Colin’s boxer briefs, I could view Anthony’s thigh muscles. I could dream about those two all day. While it would be lots of fun, I wouldn’t make much progress with my list.
I breezed through the rest of the list and had time to go back and check my answers before Gina got here. I told Gina about my task of finding two dresses.
“I need to start working on a few gift ideas for Matt’s Christmas. Do you know what you’re doing for the guys, Syd?”
Ugh. I didn’t. What do I get two guys who have everything? Maybe more sexy underwear for me to gaze upon their bodies.
“I don’t have a clue, Gina. They have everything I think.”
“Think of something special. Something that will be personal to each of them.”
“I’ll start brainstorming. Hey, what do you know about the Irons party that’s coming up?”
“Blake’s? They have an auction and holiday party for the club members. Blake and his wife donate all of the money to a domestic abuse charity.”
“Wow, that’s really nice. I would like to contribute but the guys won’t let me. Not that I have anything of value to even auction off, but still.”
“You could always bid on something.”
As we shopped, we continued chatting about the auction. Gina told me that each year Anthony auctions off an instruction session for rope bondage if a couple wins or for an individual to be bound by him. My stomach suddenly hurt. I didn’t like the idea of him binding another woman. But it was for a very important charity. Maybe, just maybe, I could bid on that.
“Gina, what if I bid on his rope thing?”
“Oh, Syd. They’d flip. That’s a big step.”
“I know, but he’s done so much for me. As well has Colin. Anthony really likes rope doesn’t he?”
“He does. He’s the best at it in Irons. He showed Matt some stuff.”
“Um, don’t say anything to Matt about it. I’m going to think it over.”
Could I go through with it if I won? Who am I kidding? Gina said it’s the most popular and always earns the most. I don’t stand a chance against determined people with money.
I showed Gina the picture of Colin and me, and then Anthony and me, by the giant Christmas tree from the mall. Gina stopped walking and took hold of my arm.
“Syd! You should get some sexy pictures taken of you and give them to the guys. They’d love it! A few years ago I did that for Matt and to this day, he still loves them. Blake knows a photographer that just does kink. He did a photo shoot for me in one afternoon. I got some pictures framed that he can set out and then a photo book. Syd, it’s perfect.”
“Yeah, it sounds wonderful if I didn’t look like the bride of Frankenstein. There would be nothing appealing for them. If I wanted them to look at a torn up body, I could just wrap up my medical file.”
“Syd! Those guys love you. You could be put together with thread and patches and they’d still think you were beautiful. That’s the thing, Syd. Most Doms look past superficial beauty, Colin and Anthony especially. They go for the stuff deep down.”
We sat out on the patio at Tuscany and chatted while we ate our lunch. It’s become our go to spot on our shopping trips. It’s so nice to have a good friend. I was thinking about what Gina had said about the picture book. It would be a nice gift.
“If I did the photo thing, would you come with me?”
“Of course! Want to call Blake?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Syd, take a chance. You’ll be safe. I’ll be there.”
Gina pulled up Blake’s number and hit send on her phone and handed it to me. Maybe he wouldn’t answer and I could just leave a message. Blake was very nice but intimidating. He was the owner of Irons.
“This is Blake,” he said in greeting.
“Um, Blake, hi. This is Sydney. Sydney Burke...um, Colin and Anthony’s um…Sydney."
His laugh was gentle and his voice didn’t make me nervous.
“Hello Colin and Anthony’s Sydney. How are you, honey? Is everything alright?”
“Um, yes. Just fine. Um, Gina told me that you knew a photographer. One that helped her make a photo book for Matt a few years back.
“Yes, of course. I’m still good friends with him.”
“Oh, okay. Um, I was thinking about making one of those photo books for Colin and Anthony for Christmas. Something special and personal. They already have everything else, I think.”
His laughter was warm and kind.
“My dear, they would love that from you. And between you and I, those two had everything money could buy them yet they had very little until you walked into their lives. Now, I take it they have no idea you’re going to do this.”
“Correct. I want it to be a surprise. A Christmas gift. Gina said she’d come with me too.”
“Alright, is there somewhere we can meet with the photographer and go over everything?”
“Um, Gina and I will be shopping tomorrow for dresses. We could meet at Tuscany.”
“Very good. I’ll accompany my photographer friend and will meet you and Gina tomorrow at noon.”
“Thank you, Blake. It’s very kind of you to help me.”
“It’s my pleasure. Those two will love it. See you tomorrow.”
When I got off the phone, I told Gina about it. She was really excited for me. She told me that I should start thinking about the kind of pictures I wanted. I had no idea. Really, no clue.
We shopped and shopped and I found some dress possibilities, but I was more occupied with a photo shoot and bidding on a rope scene with a very experienced Dom. My Dom.
When I got home, I sent Anthony and Colin texts letting them know I was home.
AG: Be home soon, sunshine ;)-