by Sera, Drew
Friday, October 4th
Colin
When the four of us arrived at Irons, Blake, the club’s owner, approached me. He told me that one of our Doms had wanted to talk to me about working on some training tips for his new sub. I separated from Matt, Gina and Anthony and went in search of the couple.
I spoke to the Dom and gathered some notes about what he was looking for and what he thought the sub needed. I had actually seen the two of them play before on several occasions. I told him I’d work on a suggestive plan and get back with him after the weekend.
A deafening scream caused me to turn and find out where the fuck that was coming from. I wasn’t a dungeon monitor tonight, but being a trainer I had a certain amount of responsibility as well, no matter the night. I made my way down to the dungeon and found Paul Fielding, one of our fierce sadists, whipping a girl on a post. Even though he is creepy and a bit on the odd side, he knows how to handle a whip. The girl appeared to be in subspace and as happy as can be.
Paul was an interesting character. He was in his fifties and was into dark play. He’d play with needles, fire and anything that sounded somewhat dangerous. If it was “iffy,” Paul was into it. I’d seen him do some breath play scenes, which always made me nervous to watch. Usually, only the experienced and very dark ones played with Paul. He’s bisexual, so he’ll play with both males and females and as long as they’re into dangerous edge play, Paul would give them something to scream about.
He had a slave for a number of months but she ended up having to move out of state due to a family emergency or something like that. He had her sleep in a cage and eat out of a bowl on the floor. Paul enjoyed humiliation play as well. Again, he creeped me out and I knew that Anthony and Matt felt the same. Sadly, Gina had scened with him once before she and Matt got involved and described Paul and being “scary dark.” I pulled my eyes off Paul and his play partner and went to go watch Matt’s scene.
Matt’s scenes always generated a nice following and most people who knew about it, came to watch. He did the scene in the dark and the rope he used to suspend her with glowed. Matt is still fairly new with rope work and rigging. Anthony is very experienced with rope and rigging and has helped teach Matt about it. Gina and Matt were great together and they trusted one another whole-heartedly.
While Matt was giving Gina aftercare in the stall, I hung back in the dungeon’s hallway to wait for them. Gina was still off in subspace from their intense scene. Because their bond is so tight and deep, she reaches subspace quite frequently. Sometimes it takes her a bit longer to come out of it though.
After their scene and aftercare, Matt and Gina sat up in the bar area with me. Matt and I spoke in whispers while Gina continued to snuggle against his body. I had seen Anthony disappear off to an empty stall with two subs and smiled to myself. When he plays without me, which is rare, he tends to play in the dungeons rather than the theme rooms.
“I think I’m going to head out with her. The suspension scenes are rougher on her than just regular rope scenes without suspension.”
I nodded and went to get her jacket from the front check-in station while they waited off to the side. I walked out with them to help Matt get her in the car. He unlocked his new car doors with his fob and tossed it over to me while he began helping Gina in the front seat. I went to the back of the SUV and got his “Gina” blanket.
When a Dom and sub come to stay with me while I work with them, I always get them a blanket with the Dom’s name stitched in one of the corners of the blanket. I handed it to Matt and went around to the driver’s side to start the car and turn her seat warmer on. It was a cool October evening and she was chilled.
I stood next to him and watched as he put her seat belt on and wrapped her up in her blanket. The corner with Matt’s name was tucked under her chin. When she’d open her eyes, she’d see the reminder that she was his to be cared for. Matt loved Gina with every breath he took and I doubt that I’d ever completely understand or grasp even a fraction of what he felt for her.
He backed up and shut the door gently before he turned to face me. I looked over in the direction of his new SUV and playfully jabbed at him. He and I both bought new cars around the same time and we both went around and around about which SUV had the better safety specs, features, etc. Safety was the number one priority and everything else were just frills.
“So, this heap going get you guys home?”
“Ha!” Matt barked out a laugh and put his hand over his stomach.
Matt opted for the Mercedes GL 550 SUV with all the bells and whistles while I got a Range Rover in black. They were both huge SUVs with good safety ratings. When the weather gets shitty, I drive the Range Rover. Vegas weather doesn’t get too bad, but it does rain every now and then and you can’t be too careful. I know first hand what can happen in car accidents. Lives can change in an instant.
“Remember, give me a call if you need anything,” I said to him as I turned to head back inside.
The three of us always had each other’s back and made sure each other knew it too. Really it was for everyone’s best interest and no one ever thought one was being jerky about it. Matt and Gina had stayed with me while I worked with them. While Matt was an experienced Dom, he didn’t have much first hand experience with heavy subspace or sub-drop. Gina really challenged him with that and in the beginning it caused Matt to panic a lot. He now knows exactly how to deal with it and take care of Gina exactly how she needs. In doing so, it meets Matt’s need of caring for her. I wish all the people I work with were like Matt and Gina. Their bond is unlike any other’s I’ve seen.
When I got back inside, I headed down to the dungeon to see what Anthony was up to. I found him in a dungeon stall, shirtless with two experienced bottoms. I watched for a while as he flogged both of them. Both had their legs bound in rope but their arms were free. I winced as I watched one of the subs drag her finger nails down Anthony’s chest. Before she was done, the red, raised lines were already appearing on his flesh. Anthony ate it up. He loved mild to moderate pain being applied to his body. While it’s not my cup of tea, it is part of his kink and I’m fine with it and support him. Usually during our threesomes, he will instruct a sub to play roughly with him. I’ve seen it pretty tame and mild to bordering extreme. Normally it will be something like him instructing the girl to scratch him, suck him harder, thump him on his shoulder blades or slap and rub roughly on his chest. Those were pretty mild and I don’t bat an eye at those events.
We played with a woman who identified as a switch a number of years ago and it got a little scary. The switch knew Anthony had a liking and need for mild pain and during the scene she nipped at Anthony. At first he enjoyed the playful nipping but then this woman sunk her teeth into his upper arm and drew blood. The tables had turned in our scene that night and I remembering feeling that we weren’t co-topping a woman in the submissive role but that we were playing with a Domme. When she bit him, we were double penetrating her and Anthony was on the floor of the dungeon with the woman between us. After she bit him, Anthony looked at the blood beading to the surface on his arm, both of us a little shocked. The woman then tried to reach down and touch his scar. I really don’t know what she was thinking as everyone knew it was a hard limit for Anthony. There wasn’t much that ever got to Anthony but no one went near his scar. I said our safe word and ended the scene. Safe words were for everyone’s safety in the scene. But that night had gotten a little too rough and I know Anthony wasn’t pleased about blood having been drawn. It was her having no respect for his hard limit that caused me to stop the scene. He and I won’t tolerate it and will end the scene no matter what. Ignoring hard limits isn’t acceptable.
Seeing that Anthony was enjoying his play with the two subs, I headed back upstairs. I found a nice little unattached sub who loves giving blow jobs. I sat in a comfy chair by the large windows facing the pools and let her do her magic. She had brown hair close to Sydney’s color so naturally, I imagined it was Sydney
’s head. I badly wanted the opportunity to work with Sydney and help her out with her self-confidence and find out what the fuck she’s so afraid of.
Chapter 6
Saturday, October 5th
Colin
Saturdays are usually my day to sleep in a bit, work out and take care of some errands. Tonight I was hosting a black tie party and auction for the Iron’s members. I hosted it every October and December and all of the money we raised from the auction went to a local domestic abuse fund that Blake and his wife founded. We usually pulled in a pretty penny for the charity. With that on my plate this evening, I had a lot to do.
I checked with the party staff and my housekeeper to ensure that everything was in order and ready for this evening. My housekeeper came twice a week to my house to take care of cleaning and grocery shopping. She did an excellent job and I was grateful that she could be here today to oversee the party. Once I was assured that everything was in the works, I went for a jog around the neighborhood and kept finding my thoughts drifting to Sydney.
I wondered what she was doing and what she was wearing and if she had eaten any M&M’s yet today. I frowned as I remembered interrupting her yesterday while she was eating her lunch. I don’t think she finished it. She seems pretty thin and I remembered how boney her hand felt yesterday when I held it while we were crouched on the floor in the hall. I made a mental note to find out about her eating habits on Monday. Somehow.
While I jogged back towards my house, I made it a point to think pleasant things regarding Sydney. Like, what kind of panties did she wear, what color and material were they, what did she sleep in, what kind of bra did she wear, did she pleasure herself and if so, how or what did she use. By the time I got back home I was hard. I immediately went to take a shower and jacked off to the thought of Sydney’s semi-blushing face. What the hell was wrong with me?
After the shower session, I quickly ate lunch and went to my den to call Matt and check in on him and Gina. This was typical for the three of us when one of us had an intense scene the night before. Matt answered on the second ring.
“Hey Matt, how’s Gina?”
“She’s good. Slept all through the night but woke up with a headache.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes while putting my feet up on my desk.
“Yeah, being tied up and suspended will do that to you. I’m sure you’ve been playing doctor though.”
“Of course. She’s doing just fine and already went out to get her nails done for the party tonight.”
“Good to hear. I’ll see you both later.”
We ended our call and I started checking my work email. For whatever reason, I decided to look at Sydney’s employment file. Since she wasn’t an employee of Everett Gaming, I didn’t have a regular portfolio on her like I have on my employees. I also didn’t have access to the Openin file on her. But since she was working with my company, we did have a profile on her with some basic information. I wasn’t looking for anything specific but wanted to refresh myself with her resume and the application.
She has lived at her current address for about the last seven years, which would have made her around twenty when she got the place. Did she live alone? I didn’t even know what kind of car she drove. Easy to solve that mystery. I flipped over to our automotive database that shows auto info for our employees for their parking permit. Interesting. Hers said “none on record.” Did a roommate possibly drop her off? Walk? Bus? Next, I looked her address up to see how far it was to work and see if walking was a possibility. Our office was located on the south end of the city and her apartment was more north, located downtown. She obviously wasn’t walking. Was she riding the bus or was there a friend with a car? I’d have to pay more attention. I fired off a text to Anthony.
CE: Anth, do you know how the fragile kitten gets to work?
I waited a few minutes and continued looking at her file. She graduated from high school locally and she only had one phone number on file as an emergency number and that was her cell number. It didn’t appear that she had anyone close to her. A huge weight lifted as I pondered the possibility now that it was really was an old scar and that no one was in the picture. Possibly. My phone vibrated. Anthony.
AG: Yeah, I pick her up and we drive in together.
Comedian. The thought of her in his car actually relaxed me. At least if that were true I’d know she’d be safe to and from work and that she wouldn’t be waiting in the cold or heat for a bus or a ride. I also knew that if she were in Anthony’s car, she’d be damn cared for. I would completely be okay knowing that he was looking out for her. My phone vibrated again.
AG: I don’t know, man. Watch her Monday when she leaves. Maybe she’s got some hotshot boyfriend who picks her up in a sports car.
Now I was annoyed. Not at Anthony and not at the fact that she may very well have a boyfriend. But I was angry that his comment set me off in thinking about her wrist again. I fired off another text and hit “send” without thinking.
CE: Fuck off. Maybe it’s the hotshot boyfriend who mangled her fucking wrist!
After I saw the text transmit, I shut my eyes and dropped my head in my hands. I sat like that waiting to hear a response from him. Only one never came. I was angry at myself for lashing out like that in a text and for letting his joke push me to throw something back at him that I knew would be hurtful for him to read. I knew how he felt about men beating on women non-consensually. I didn’t like it either but it meant something personal to Anthony and now I was the fucker who just reminded him of the damage that humans can do to one another.
I started to type an apology. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t text that. I picked up the phone and dialed my best friend. He answered but his tone was cool. I deserved that.
“Anth, I don’t know why I typed that. I’m sorry.”
I smoothed things over with him but I knew I scraped at him and it was still fresh. Anthony is an easygoing guy and can take a lot. But still, I need to knock the PMS off with him. I ran my hand through my hair and leaned my head back on the chair. He was silent. At least he answered though so I had a chance of fixing it.
“It’s fine. Forget it. I know she’s on your mind and has you worried.”
“Doesn’t it worry you, Anth? I mean, the possibility that she’s been hurt and has no one to turn to.”
“How do you know she doesn’t have anyone?”
Here we go. I debated telling him about my detective work and finally voiced it all to him.
“I was looking into her file this afternoon and saw that she didn’t have a car registered with us for a parking permit and she doesn’t have anyone listed as an emergency contact.”
My admission was met with silence. This was where he was going to tell me I was really losing it. Which, maybe I was. He didn’t tell me I was nuts, which I appreciated since I was such an asshole earlier in text form. I figured I had it coming to me.
“Colin, when I glanced at her phone, I didn’t see any male entries that she had recently called. The scar is probably old.”
Fuck! Why did he have to bring up that fucking scar? I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked up at the ceiling. I had to get off this subject.
“I’ve got to get going and tend to some things for tonight. I just wanted to apologize.”
“It’s all good, man. Later.”
With that I got off the phone with him. I had three pressing things on my mind: the charity auction, my bruised friendship with Anthony and Sydney. In no particular order.
I took a few minutes to think about her some more. I understood that I was deeply interested in her and that I had a heavy desire to train her and work with her. How I could get her to say yes to that was yet to be determined.
The charity party was going well and everyone looked happy and was mingling but I hadn’t spoken to Anthony yet. After the angry teenager in me showed it’s ugly head with him, I was worried about the temporary wedge that I may have driven between Anthony and I. I di
dn’t like arguing with either Matt or Anthony. But when Anthony and I had a disagreement, I tended to be affected more, for whatever reason. I had seen Anthony talking to Matt some and I was sure he filled Matt in on my obsessive behavior.
During dinner, I gave my speech and thanked everyone for coming. I reminded everyone that I had designated drivers that I expected them to be put to good use.
After the auction, people began milling about and socializing. Blake and his wife, Cathy, made their rounds thanking everyone for their donations and for attending. When I thought it was safe, I made my way outside and sat on my patio to gaze at the lights of the Las Vegas Strip. I was lost in my thoughts of Sydney and wondered what she was doing tonight. I don’t know how long I was out there before I heard the patio door open. Turning to look at the company I now had, I met the eyes of Matt and nodded upwards at him. He had Gina with him and they sat down across from me.
“The party was great, Colin. Cathy told me that they had more donations than last year. Congratulations on another successful party,” Gina offered.
“Thank you,” I continued to look down, knowing that while Matt was out here with me, Anthony wasn’t.
“Gina pet, head inside and get your sweater. I’ll be ready in a moment.”
This couldn’t be good. He was sending Gina away so he could privately tell me I was an asshole. After Gina was inside I turned to face Matt and owned up to my jerky behavior. I sat in silence with Matt for a few minutes and I’m sure a speech was on the tip of his tongue. Earlier I had seen Matt and Anthony talking, so I knew Matt was aware of what a dick I was to Anthony today. I decided to man up and get it over with. I didn’t like being at odds with either of them. They were my family and we were closer than brothers.
“I was a dick to Anthony this afternoon. I’m sure he told you.” I sat quietly while choosing my words. “I let his humor get the best of me and I said some shitty things.”