by Drew Sera
I reached out and playfully took hold of the collar and tugged her gently towards me. Her eyes lit up and a beautiful smile appeared on her face but tears still spilled down her cheeks and she quickly tried wiping them away. Colin’s hand came up to catch tears on one side of her face while my free hand caught the other.
“Baby, why the tears?” Colin asked as he walked around to stand beside me.
Sydney began shaking her head rapidly and brought the back of her hand up to her lips. She was smiling but the tears continued to fall. Colin pulled her into a hug while I still had my fingers on the inside of her collar. Sydney leaned her head on Colin’s chest but wrapped her hand around mine on the collar.
“Tonight was special, baby. It was emotionally heavy and I think we’re all a little drained from it. It’s okay to cry, we’ve got you.” Colin kissed her forehead and reached around to the back of her neck and began to unbuckle the collar. “Let me get you out of this, baby, and we’ll go home.”
I felt her body tense and her hand gripped mine a little tighter. Almost desperately. I watched her facial expression and felt the way her body reacted when the collar came off. I figured she was reacting to Colin’s hand up on her neck. She still gets a bit nervous with hands near her neck. She swallowed hard and watched me roll the collar and put it in my pocket.
We helped her into her sweater in the foyer as Blake came over to us. I knew what he was doing. He was just making sure that Colin and I were fit to drive. We were fine now and I was sure that Blake felt comfortable with that as well.
Colin and I each took hold of her hand and led her outside to the car. I casually glanced around our surroundings as we headed towards the car.
“Col, I’ll drive. You sit in the back with Sydney and hold her.”
“I can do that,” he said while he held the door open for Sydney.
Sydney chimed in and said she felt fine and Colin could sit in the front if he wanted to. Absolutely no fucking way. But before I could even say anything, Colin had it under control.
“Baby, not a chance. It has nothing to do with if you are feeling fine. We want you in one of our arms. So climb in.”
Chapter 29
Tuesday, December 3rd
Colin
I woke up feeling well rested around 7:30 a.m. I had slept straight through the night. I rolled back over and let my right hand rest on Sydney’s tummy and began rubbing lightly on the bruising. That’s when I realized that Sydney slept through the night too! No nightmares!
It was Tuesday and Anthony and I needed to be in the office today for some meetings. I had zero desire to go though. After the emotional playing with Sydney last night in Irons, I felt one of us should be home with her. Worry zipped through my body as I thought about leaving her at home alone. Anthony and I both worry about leaving her at home but she was starting to heal and did have a restful night of sleep. He and I couldn’t keep her in a dome and away from the world or make her afraid to be alone. We knew we needed to loosen our grip in that regard. She seemed happy and Anthony and I needed to not suffocate her. We needed to get these expectations in place. Sydney seemed to be doing well this morning while Anthony and I were the ones in mental disarray.
The downstairs bathroom that was attached to the bedroom where Sydney was staying had a big shower and the three of us fit well in it. Anthony and I stood on opposite sides while Sydney stood in the middle and soaped us both up. Her hands felt heavenly as she soaped my cock. With Anthony and I both clean, we tended to our kitten.
Anthony started with washing her hair while I started at her feet. I took my time and made sure we were pampering her. It was important that we spend time with her this morning before Anthony and I had to be in the office.
I soaped her legs and when I reached her pussy, I tapped the inside of her legs letting her know to spread them wide. Anthony chuckled and continued down further and was washing her breasts. I worked up a good lather on her butt cheeks and let a soapy finger run from her pussy up to her sweet little asshole. I could feel her tense, but in a good way. A soft moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes.
Anthony pulled her to lean against him while I continued my cleaning. I ran my finger around her entrance and could tell she was breathing heavier. I pushed my soapy finger in her tight hole and she instantly arched her back and playfully pushed her butt back at me trying to gain more girth. Even though I was rock hard, I wasn’t going to penetrate her in the shower. A soapy finger is one thing, but she wasn’t ready to take me up her ass in the shower. Yet.
She melted in Anthony’s arms and he held her up while I continued to work my finger in and out of her ass. I reached my other hand around and found her engorged clit and began to rub on it at a good speed. I wanted this orgasm to sneak up on her. She started to moan and then pant. Perfect. I moved away from touching her clit, pushed my middle finger into her pussy as I pushed the finger in her ass further, and then pressed my thumb down on her clit. She was ready and cried out while thrashing around grabbing onto Anthony. I knew she was in no danger of falling since Anthony had her in his iron grip. She was much more vocal this morning and it made my heart swell.
Sydney came down from her orgasm and I went back to washing her as if nothing ever happened. She was in another world, slumped in Anthony’s arms. I asked Sydney if she was sore today from our play last night at Irons. She said she wasn’t sore but could definitely tell that we had been in her. Wonderful. I didn’t want her in any pain from it, but I wanted her to feel it the next day and know where I’ve been.
After our shower, Sydney had bounded into the kitchen to begin breakfast. Once I got dressed, I went to my den and retrieved the detailed yes/no/maybe and limit list. I wanted her to work on these today. I set them on the table while we ate breakfast and explained that Anthony and I wanted her to go through them again, fill them out honestly and with the frame of mind that it’s just the three of us. Previously, she had marked “no” to double penetration. As we found out last night, Sydney was braver and had more of an open mind when it was Anthony and I. She felt comfortable with us but Anthony and I still needed to know where those boundaries were.
“Baby, we want to see you at lunch. You can drive one of my cars and meet Anthony and I for lunch at Vito’s.” I told her and then finished my coffee. I needed to be able to see her at some point during the day especially after last night.
Sydney suddenly looked concerned and nervous. I stood and pulled on my suit jacket and gathered her in my arms.
“I don’t know if I should be driving one of your cars. They look very expensive.”
“Sydney, Anthony and I want to see you at lunch.” I tugged her hand so she’d follow me to the garage with Anthony following behind her.
Anthony leaned in the doorway finishing his coffee while I went over and stood between my BMW Alpina and the Range Rover. I set my hands on both of the hoods and made eye contact with her.
“Sydney, they’re both easy to drive and safe. Which one would you feel more comfortable with?”
Sydney’s nervous eyes drifted between the two cars as she considered her options.
“Um, I’m not sure, Sir. Um, maybe the sedan. It doesn’t look as expensive as the SUV.”
I glanced up at Anthony when I heard him laugh. I shook my head at him so he didn’t spill the price tag shock to her. She had no idea that the BMW was a good $60,000 more than the Range Rover. And she didn’t need to know it either. If she knew the BMW was nearly $180,000 she’d never drive it. By comparison, the Range Rover wasn’t even close. I spent close to $120,000 on it. Anthony’s BMW M6 coupe was closer to my Alpina, price wise. I think he paid in the neighborhood of just under $150,000 for it. He and I often debate who has the more powerful car but when it comes down to it, the M6 screams “Anthony.”
I walked to her, pulled her nervous hands apart and guided her to the BMW. I opened the door and let her sit in it while I crouched down and showed her a few things so she wouldn’t be so nervous.
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br /> “Okay, baby? You’re going to be fine with it. It’s built like a tank and you’re perfectly safe in it.” I stroked her soft cheek while gazing in her eyes. “Noon at Vito’s, Sydney. I want to see you at lunch.” I closed my eyes and kissed her soft lips. My tongue found its way inside her sweet mouth and I could taste the maple syrup she had with her pancakes.
“Yes, Sir.”
Anthony and I were driving separate because I had a meeting that wasn’t going to start until 4:30 and I didn’t want both of us held up and away from Sydney that long.
When we got to work, I stopped to talk to Dwayne and then the ladies in reception. I wanted to keep them in the loop on how Sydney was doing and that she said hello. When I got to my desk, I glanced at my watch. Fuck. We had another three hours just to get to lunch to see her. I felt like I was out of control but Anthony was right there with me.
Chapter 30
Tuesday, December 3rd
Sydney
Coffee…check. Cell phone…check. Lists…check. Pen…check.
I was getting ready to go outside to begin working on the lists for Colin and Anthony when my mind began to wonder to last night. I loved the way the collar felt wrapped around my neck. I glanced down the hallway and looked at the door to Colin’s playroom. I made my way towards it and before I knew what I was doing, my hand was turning the knob. I reached inside and found the light switch and brought the room to light.
This room was something else. It was like a mini Irons. I think he had just about everything in there. Next to the door was a small end table and on it sat my collar.
“It’s not your collar, Sydney,” I said out loud, reminding myself that I don’t belong to anyone. No one wants me like that. I’m not good enough. I wiped at my eyes. Stupid tears.
They put a play collar on me. Just for play. More tears fell but I wiped them away.
I picked up the collar and walked down the hall to the bathroom with it clutched in my hands. I unrolled it, wrapped it around my neck and for a moment I felt incredibly loved and desired. I liked how it looked and how it felt. I loved how it felt.
After I grabbed my coffee, I went outside to the patio to begin the lists for Colin and Anthony. I had a few hours before I needed to head to the restaurant and would make the most of the time this morning. I couldn’t be late. I needed to prove to them that I’m not such a mess and they can count on me to be somewhere when they tell me to. I wouldn’t mess up.
I skimmed over the questionnaire lists Colin gave me. Wow, this was pretty extensive and really detailed. I don’t remember the other one having been so daunting. For each item listed, I had to mark “yes” if I had ever done it and “no” if I hadn’t. For each item I answered “yes” to, I then had to give it a number rating from one to five. Five meant that I loved the act, four meant I liked the act, three meant I didn’t mind it but would take part in it, two was that I disliked it but would take part in it and one was that I hated it but would take part in it.
Hmmm…even if I marked a one, it said that I’d still take part in it. Did I understand that right? I started to get a stomachache as I glanced over the list. Colin said they’d go slow and never make me do anything I absolutely didn’t want to. They were very adamant about the consensual aspect to the lifestyle that I have missed out on.
Hmmm…but the paper said that even a “one” rating said I’d still take part in it. No, Colin said my safe word would never be ignored. I shook my worries from my head and continued to read the instructions. I couldn’t mess this up.
Hmmm…okay so maybe I could get around doing an act that I didn’t like or want to do. I could mark as a soft limit for something I don’t want to do now, but might in the future. I could also mark the item as a hard limit for never wanting to do. Okay, whew, so I had my out if anything was out of the question.
Wait though, what would that really mean? What if this was just a test to see what I’d do or wouldn’t do? What if they saw that I marked hard limit to something they really liked? Would they get rid of me? At my apartment Colin told me that anything to do with electro sex would be a hard limit for me. I frowned as I tried sorting out in my mind what the difference would be from marking it as a hard limit as opposed to rating it a one. I didn’t want to be shocked electrically anymore.
They said for me to fill it out with just them in mind. “Okay, calm down Sydney,” I told myself. Just Anthony and Colin. They wouldn’t hurt me. I knew they wouldn’t. Okay, lets get this started. Looks like it was alphabetical.
Anal play was first. I felt my face get warm when memories of Colin playing anally with me came to mind. I did enjoy that. He hadn’t hurt me or caused me any pain. And I kind of liked it when they put things in my butt. I gave this a five. Moving right along to the next one.
Beating…hmmm…beating.
“It’s not what you think, Sydney.” I said out loud and refocused my eyes on the paper.
Beating.
Well what the hell could it mean if it didn’t mean what I thought it meant? I certainly had some experience in that category. Next to the beating category, it had specifics like canes, crops, floggers, paddles and belts. Then if I like light beatings or hard ones. Hard ones? Was that what I had with Howard or were those light? Oh shit. Colin and Anthony were both so much bigger in height and weight than Howard was. Anthony especially has large biceps. Colin had a gym upstairs and since Anthony’s been here, they go up there and work out. They’re really strong and I’m sure they could seriously make a beating hurt. I was beginning to picture Colin and Anthony with belts folded over in their hands when a nauseated feeling swept over me. One could easily hold me still while the other one beats me.
Stop! What am I thinking? They wouldn’t hurt me.
Unless I misbehaved or didn’t follow directions. How would they punish me if needed? Well, I certainly wasn’t going to give them a reason to punish me. So it didn’t matter.
No, wait. It did matter. What would they do to punish me? I looked at the time on my phone. 10:15. Okay, whew. I still had time. I wouldn’t give them a reason to beat me.
What if they didn’t need a reason to punish me? What if they wanted to? What if that was one of their kinks? I didn’t think either were sadists. But then again, I didn’t really know exactly what each of their kink preferences were either. I knew Anthony liked rope and bondage and that Colin liked sensation and anal play. What if they were sadists but had been putting it off because they were playing nice with me while they found me a Dom? We just recently became the V thing.
Would they beat me?
I quickly thought of Colin’s playroom. Did he have stuff in there to beat me with?
Stupid, Sydney! Of course he had stuff to beat you with. He’s a Dom with a playroom in his home! Even if he didn’t have floggers or paddles or crops, which I’m sure he had, he always had a belt.
I felt sick to my stomach and stood up and paced around the patio thinking while fighting the urge to throw up. I had to know if they had desires to beat me, or how they would punish me. Maybe Gina would know. Gina has been around them for a long time. I debated calling her for twenty minutes and finally settled on sending a text message.
SB: Hi Gina, do you know how Colin or Anthony punish subs? Do you think they like beating on subs?
She didn’t respond but called me instead. Now I was really embarrassed.
“Sydney, why? What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Um, I was just filling out some papers that Colin and Anthony wanted me to work on. It’s a limit list. I just was wondering, if you knew anything about their preferences. Like, how they’d punish me. Do you think they’d prefer beatings?”
“Sydney, no. They aren’t going to beat you. It’s not who they are and that’s not what that means.”
“Then what does it mean?” I sort of snapped at her and realized how sweaty I was. I nervously rubbed on my hands and wrists. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I was just trying to fill these out.” I rubbed at my e
yes when I realized they were full of tears. “It just made me wonder what they’d do if they needed to punish me.”
I heard Matt in the background and froze on the spot. Oh shit! Matt. Matt is best friends with Colin and Anthony. I heard Matt asking her something in the background. Matt will tell Colin and Anthony. Then they’ll be mad at me for bugging Matt and Matt will be mad at me for bugging Gina. I hope I didn’t get her in trouble. Some friend I am. Would Colin let Matt punish me or would Colin just punish me?
Ahhh! Matt was talking in the phone. I’m so dead.
“Sydney, what are you reading, sweetheart?”
My voice caught in my throat, my mouth was dry and I didn’t even know what to say. A noise came out to display how put together I am.
“Um…” It was all I could say as I began to pace around the patio again, rubbing on my hands nervously. I felt the tears burning in my eyes and the lump forming in my throat.
“Sydney,”
Oh shit! He was waiting for an answer. Talk Sydney! He’s going to tell them!
“Um, s-sorry Matt…Mr. Reid, I mean, Dr. Reid, sir.”
Oh hell. I just kept getting myself in trouble.
“Stay put, sweetheart. Gina and I are coming over. I want to see what you’re reading and working on. Maybe Gina and I can answer some of your questions.”
I tried to tell him that it wasn’t necessary but he had already hung up. Shit! Matt was coming over. I disrupted their day. Matt works long hours and I interrupted his time with Gina. Was she mad at me for texting? I looked at the phone 10:50. I had to leave at 11:35 to ensure that I’m at the restaurant on time. I can’t be late. That’ll make it worse.
I gathered my papers and went inside and quickly raced down the hall to the playroom. With shaking hands I undid the collar and put it back on the table and went back to the great room. I glanced down at the first page in disgust. I’m so useless. They give me one task and I can’t even do it right. I made it to number one; anal play.
