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I crunched away on my lollipop and returned to Macklin and Kit just in time.
“…which means that everyone who found at least one yellow egg can step forward,” Reese was saying.
I took a step forward, ’cause that was me! I’d actually found two yellow eggs.
Colt cleared his throat and shifted a lollipop from one cheek to the other. “Drum roll… Yellow represents marked and wet.”
Guuuh.
“In this bowl,” he continued and stuck his hand in the bowl of yellow sticky notes, “we’ll find fun activities that turn you either marked or wet in some way—and we’ll start with Kit as an example. You found two yellow eggs, didn’t you, baby boy?”
Kit made a face around a mouthful of candy. “Um, yes, Sir.”
Colt nodded and took two notes from the bowl, and he unfolded them. Then he grinned. “Congratulations. You get to enjoy one golden shower and one temporary tattoo that says Sadists are Always Right.”
“Eeep!” Kit slapped his hands over his face. “Can we please stick to below-the-neck for the golden shower?”
“Yes,” Colt chuckled, turning to the rest of us. “Your Owners will modify the kink to follow your hard limits—not your soft limits. If a note hits your hard limit, we pick a new one.”
Oh goodness. I didn’t have enough limits!
“To speed the process along, come get your yellow and orange notes from Colt and me now!” Reese commanded. “For the record, orange is all about bondage and restrictions!”
Fuck me, I’d never loved Uncle Lucian more! He’d protected me from restraints, knowing how much I hated that.
I glanced behind me and found him returning from leaving my candy with Daddy and Cam, and I sent him a grateful smile.
He winked.
I heard Nathan’s voice next. “In the meantime, you can come to Lucas and me for your pink and purple notes. Pink is tickling and clamping, and purple is whipped and paddled.”
Okay, that was way better. I wasn’t ticklish, except for my feet, so I hoped I got a note that said twenty minutes of tickling my ribs. ’Cause that would be like Daddy rubbing my belly after I’d had too much ice cream.
The line to Reese and Colt was shorter, so I went for my yellow notes first.
Please no pee-pee notes, please no pee-pee notes!
It just wasn’t my thing. With a single exception—when Daddy used it to objectify me during our doll play. Then I loved it. In the shower, nowhere else. Unlike Cam, I could never get used to doing it in a diaper.
I scratched my head and took a step closer. Shay was just about to receive his yellow note—only one for him—and I caught his eyebrows hitching higher and higher as he read it. Reese was smirking, so he probably liked whatever it was.
“Shit,” Shay muttered.
“What does it say?” Tate peered closer, only to wince. “Christ. Have fun with that.”
“I wanna know too!” I squeezed between Lane and Corey.
Shay held out the note for me.
Enjoy a session with a branding iron. Video must be uploaded online within two weeks and remain public for a minimum of three days.
Oh my God.
Shay looked up at Reese and narrowed his eyes. “You made sure I got this one, Daddy.”
Reese took on a what-the-fuck expression. “Are you callin’ me a cheater, boy?”
Yikes. Tread carefully, Shay!
