Friday, December 6th
Sydney
After Colin and Anthony left for work I took my notebook outside and worked on my needs and wants list. I know I don’t need much but I knew that I needed to be loved and touched. Until I started staying with them, I had no idea what I was missing. Howard didn’t care about me at all. I know Colin and Anthony both care for me, but I don’t want them to walk on eggshells around me. I’m not a child and I’m not made of glass. I’m ready to put my past behind me. I need to feel that Colin and Anthony are in control and doing as they want. I don’t want them to be afraid to exert their control and I want them to push my limits and me. They are so passionate and intense. I’m sure they can push me and I trust them to take me to the edge with them.
I paced around nervously until Gina arrived. I was nervous to see Blake and his photographer friend. I was more nervous about doing the photo shoot, but the more I thought about it I realized it would be the perfect gift for them.
“Try not to be nervous, Syd. It’s just Blake.”
“Blake, owner of a kink club and a friend to a kink photographer.”
“It’ll be fine. Blake wouldn’t let a creep near us. He’s not our Dom, but’s he’s still a Dom. And he’s really like family with our Doms.”
I smiled and looked out the window. I had two Doms. Two wonderful men that loved me. Even though Anthony doesn’t say it, I know he cares. Colin is just much more vocal about his feelings.
When we got to Tuscany, Blake and another man were already seated at a table on the patio and both men stood when we approached the table. Are Doms the only guys that do that anymore?
Blake hugged Gina and took my hand gently to greet me. He introduced us to his friend and photographer, Scott.
“Pleasure meeting the little sub that captured two of the most seasoned Doms at Irons. Blake has told me a little bit about you. Here’s some of my work.”
He slid his portfolio over to me and I flipped through the pages. Wow, he really did nice photos. Really nice, professional, perfect pictures. There were both female and male photos with a lot of skin showing. Somehow, I didn’t feel like I was looking at smut. They were very tasteful.
“Do you have any ideas as to what kind of photos you’d like for them?” Scott asked me.
“Um, I don’t really know.”
I really had no clue. The women in the photos were beautiful and so confident and strong. I wasn’t any of those things.
“Are you wanting ones in lingerie, or nudes, semi nudes, costumes? We can do any of it or a combination.”
I felt warm all of a sudden. He was so casual about asking such personal questions. I suppose since it was business to him it was easier to approach the topics. I was lost but Blake stepped in.
“Sydney, would you like to do the photos at Irons instead of at his studio? There are lots of photo ideas and options at Irons and you’re already familiar with it.”
“Um, okay, that sounds good.”
“Tell you what, you bring any ideas that you may have and we’ll work with it. Now, I understand that you want this in time for your trip to the mountains, right?”
“Yes, it’s a Christmas gift to them.”
“Okay, time will be tight, so we need to do the shoot early next week in order to have time to process the photos and put them together in a book. Will Wednesday at Irons work for you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“Um…yes. Do you have, um, a make-up person? Someone who can, um, fix me?”
He was quiet. Why was he quiet? He and Blake exchanged glances and I felt I needed to explain. Maybe he wouldn’t take my pictures if he knew what a mess my body is. “Um, my skin is less than perfect. I’m like the shirt you get at a second hand store with the seams sewn on wrong and slightly damaged.”
Blake leaned forward and put his hand on top of mine. He had intense eyes. Not as intense at Anthony’s, but still he was intense looking.
“Sweetheart, when Colin and Anthony look at you, and trust me they look at you, they don’t see a bruise or scar. They see right through all of that straight to your heart. Wouldn’t matter if you were blue with purple hair, those two would still be mesmerized. Don’t be afraid to show them your body. They love it because it’s yours.”
He made me cry. I found myself nodding as I wiped away some tears. We made plans for Wednesday. Scott had begun putting away his portfolio when Blake turned to face me again.
“You’re very brave, Sydney. Anthony and Colin will cherish these photos. Now, realizing you’ve been through quite a bit, I’m going to talk to Matt. I want him to be at the photo shoot. I think you’d feel more comfortable with another familiar face around.”
“Okay, thank you Blake. I really appreciate it.”
Gina and I then began our hunt for dresses again. I think I found a good possibility for the Everett Gaming party. It’s dark blue and looked appropriate for a holiday party. Gina showed me hers for the Irons party. It was gorgeous. It was strapless and was black with deep red. She’ll look great in it.
We stopped in a store with men’s clothes because Gina saw a shirt she wanted to get Matt for Christmas.
“I saw it online and thought Matt would look hot in it. Anthony shops in here a lot and you already know he’s a great dresser.”
She led me to a display where the shirts were. They had solids and stripes and were henley shirts. They didn’t look that spectacular to me and my eyes nearly rolled back when I saw the price tag. $90 for a plain henley! Then I touched it. It was the softest shirt and suddenly I could picture myself leaning on Anthony or Colin with the soft fabric hugging their nice arms and chest.
I have some money saved, not a lot, but decided to splurge and get Colin the black one and Anthony the dark gray. They seem to like dark colors. I needed to save the rest for the photo book and so I could bid on Anthony’s rope session. There’s probably a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d win, but just in case.
When I opened my purse to pull out my debit card, I found a small bag of M&M’s with a note from Anthony. It had a sun that was wearing sunglasses and it had boxers on and feet. It said, “have fun shopping sunshine, try to find a dress.”
Anthony. He doesn’t say that he loves me, but he leaves me candy and pictures every day. He cares. I know he does. I love him.
So far I had a shirt and a nice photo book in the works for them for Christmas. Gina told me that Matt likes to get her lingerie, kinky outfits and sex toys for Christmas. I laughed when I thought about the looks she’d get from Matt’s parents if she were to accidentally open some kinky outfit in front of them.