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The ad was a vague thing. It mentioned that her name was Jack, she was a dom looking for a sub. The fact that she was looking on here instead of through the local community was a giant red flag. But Izzy was desperate.
Desperate to extricate herself from the spaces that knew her as IzzyandEd. She didn’t want to be the abandoned sub. The washed up woman on the rebound. She just wanted to feel pain and pleasure in equal measure until she couldn’t think anymore.
So she did something incredibly stupid. Izzy texted the number on Jack’s listing.
Izzy: interested in subbing. I’m 50+, she/her, have experience subbing
Jack: shit babe okayyy. You got a picture for me?
Izzy: sure.
Izzy sent a fuzzy selfie she snapped in the moment. Was that putting her best foot forward? Probably not.
Jack: shit ur foxy!! I’m on board, got a dungeon at my place if that’s cool
Izzy: yeah.
Jack: test run this weekend? 7pm I’ll text the addy
Jack: what r ur faves
Izzy: impact play, bondage, degradation
Izzy: that should suffice
Jack: yes talk dirty 2 me, sounds like a plan
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She had a choppy blond haircut, almost a mullet. She was smoking something, weed or tobacco, Izzy couldn’t tell. Her nipples poked through a tank top that had ridden up to expose her navel, and worn jeans hugged her athletic legs down to bare feet. “Hey baby, aren’t you a whole snack.”
“Right. Any big no’s?”
“Down to business I see,” Jack laughed and waved her inside. “I don’t do fire play of any kind.” She pointed to a patch of burned skin on her arm. “Been there, done that. What about you?”
The place was ragged and smelled faintly of mildew. Every piece of furniture had slogged its way unwillingly from the 1970s. Even the TV was small and boxy. Izzy fought down the urge to flee. “Everything is good with me.”
“Oh. You’re one of those.”
Izzy gave her a sideways look. “Fine, if you need one, no kissing on the mouth. Safe word is Red.”
“Stoplight system, I can dig it. And no kissing on the mouth.” Jack ran her fingers over her own lips. “That’s a shame, you got a pretty mouth. But I can dig it. Come on.” Jack opened a door and led her down uneven wooden stairs to a clean and dimly lit dungeon.
“Good.” Izzy said out loud for lack of any thing else to say. It had been a while. She was itching to lay down on the table nearest her and be flogged. Anything that would soothe her mind, make her drop. “Can we start now?”
Jack seemed surprised, but nodded her head slowly. “Sure. You have a preference on what to call me? I’m not picky.”
“Miss is fine. For today.”
“Okay.” Jack’s mouth lifted into a lazy smile. “Why don’t you undress for me?”
Izzy huffed at the question. She didn’t want to be asked, she wanted to be told. Still she started to undo the buttons of her shirt.
Jack whistled low as Izzy got to her bra. “You’ve got nice tits, baby.” Izzy flushed even though it was a compliment she’d heard before. She slowly pushed down her skirt next. When she was finished, standing bare, she realized the room was warm.
Jack didn’t say anything for a minute. She simply raked her eyes over Izzy’s body.
Izzy could feel her eyes glazing over just from being so exposed while Jack was still clothed. “Get on the table,” Jack’s voice dropped low. Izzy slowly laid down, pausing when her foot gave a pulse of pain. “What was that?”
“My foot, Miss. I’m fine, Miss.”
Jack snorted and walked close to her. She grabbed her by the arm and manhandled Izzy onto the table. “You need help, you ask your dom, are we clear?”
“Yes, Miss.”
Jack looked skeptical. She took another inhale of the cigarette, before stamping it out in the leather centimeters from Izzy’s bare arm. Her heart picked up at the thought of the cigarette colliding with her arm, marking her. Her cunt pulsed.
Jack made direct eye contact with her. There was a glint that said she knew how Izzy wanted to burn. “I’m not too good with the quiet types. Need you to speak up, let me hear if you’re enjoying it.”
“Is that an order, Miss?”
“Yes.” Jack trailed her fingers down Izzy’s stomach, making her abs flex. “I’m going to use the riding crop.”
Jack grabbed a black crop from a wall that Izzy now noticed had several instruments for impact play. Namely a beautiful whip that had her near drooling. Before she could think any more about that, the crop came down on the area just over her pussy.
“Oh,” Izzy gasped, half in surprise and half in delight. Jack added two more hits before rubbing slowly over her already soaking cunt.
Jack hit her thigh lightly. Just to tease. “Why don’t you turn over honey? Let me see your ass.”
“Yes, Miss.” Izzy slowly rotated around and barely resisted grinding her pussy into the leather. “Please, Miss.”
“Oh, you want to beg? I’d love to hear you beg. Go on.” Jack’s hand squeezed the right cheek of her ass.
“Please, please Miss. I’ve been good. I’ll be so good. For you. I want to feel the crop.”
Jack squeezed impossibly tight and then released her flesh. “Oh you can do better than that.”
“Miss, fucking please,” Izzy spat. She didn’t know if she was desperate or furious. “Need this.”
The crop landed on the back of her left thigh, then another three quick hits on her right. The sting was hot and all her attention was drawn there instead of her frustration. “I can see that you need it. You’ve been so neglected. No one’s fucked your pretty pussy right in so long.”
Suddenly Jack’s fingers, two of them, were teasing at her hole. Izzy noticed Jack rarely announced what she was going to do before doing it. “One day I’d love to get you sitting on my face, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you?”
Izzy could feel herself slipping under. Laying supplicant for Jack, getting fingered slowly. Her head felt buzzy and she focused her eyes to the side on the far wall. She turned Jack’s words over in her mind. Neglected. She started slowly grinding her cunt into the table.
“Oy, needy bitch, stop that.” Jack slapped her on the ass, hard. Izzy yelped and her hips stilled immediately. Jack started fucking Izzy on her fingers faster. “I have everything you need.”
“Yes, Miss.” Izzy was panting now. It was taking everything in her not to back up onto Jack. Jack reached her other hand under to grind at Izzy’s clit and Izzy groaned. “Thank you, Miss.”
“Good girl,” Jack cooed. “You look so pretty.” Izzy’s cheeks turned red as she gripped the side of the table fiercely.
“F-fuck,” Izzy choked out as her orgasm hit her. “Miss,” she whined.
“There you go. There you go,” Jack’s voice floated away from her as a whining noise rang in her ears. Izzy felt far away but she could recognize Jack was saying things to her.
Neglected. Her mind jumped to it unbidden. Neglected by her dom. Ed didn’t want her. Jack’s fingers pulled out of her and Izzy suddenly burst into tears. Everything felt far away and too close all at once. She was all alone.
Her ears were starting to tune back in. Izzy felt her hand being pried from its grip on the table. “...my hand. Easy now.” Jack held her hand tightly.
Izzy looked down like through water at their two hands entwined. She breathed in deeply and slowly let it out. Jack’s other hand was rubbing her back she realized. “Sorry,” fell from her lips, a lame excuse.
“What for? You were great.” Jack cheerfully used her free hand to wipe away Izzy’s tears.
Izzy didn’t believe that was true. Still she laid on her side, holding Jack’s hand, until she felt well enough to sit up.
“You need water or somethin?”
Izzy almost laughed cruelly at how uncaring Jack seemed to be. “Yeah,” she rasped. “Gimme a fuckin water.”
Jack let go of her hand to grab a bottle of water from the side. She handed it to Izzy.
Izzy took a long, deep sip. She handed it back to Jack. “I’ll see you next week. Same time.”
Jack fumbled the water bottle, nearly dropping it. “Yeah. Next week. Seriously?” Jack looked at her like she was an angel delivering salvation.
“Yeah.” Izzy supposed most subs wouldn’t dream of playing with someone so shady. She didn’t mind it. She probably should.
Izzy walked out onto the street feeling almost drunk with satisfaction. She hadn’t felt this way post-scene in years. There was a light breeze tousling her hair as she ducked into her beat up car. When she turned her phone on she had three missed text messages.
Jack: had fun :P
Fang: u ok? Haven’t seen u around lately
Jim: linking this cool knife set 4 u
Izzy set her phone in the cup holder and rubbed her eyes with her fists. The satisfaction was draining away in the face of real life.
She didn’t answer any of the texts.
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Jack pressed the ball into her mouth. “Fuck yeah, oh baby you look great like this.”
Jack laid her gently back into the swing. “Been thinking about you like this all week.” Drool started to leak from the corner of Izzy’s mouth.
Jack rubbed her fingers in a v shape on either side of Izzy’s clit. “You ready for me?” She rubbed the end of the strap slowly against Izzy’s hole.
Izzy nodded and moaned around the gag. If she was able to speak she would’ve cussed Jack out for all the teasing. Jack smiled devilishly like she knew this.
“Here you go, baby.” Jack pressed, there was a moment of pressure until Izzy relaxed further and the toy popped in. Izzy moaned.
Jack placed her hands on Izzy’s chest. She thumbed over her nipples and pushed in inch by inch. “You‘re such a mouthy one, even all gagged up, aren’t you?” Izzy was slipping into subspace like this. The secure feeling of the swing on either side, the gag in her mouth, and the steady pleasure. She lifted her hands up to grab onto Jack’s arms and whimpered.
“Mm, look at me. Look at your Mistress, yeah. You see me honey?” Izzy nodded faintly. Jack started to fuck her hard.
Izzy was losing her sense of time. She felt the drool leaking down her chin and dripping into her clavicle. She felt the tender insides of Jack’s wrists.
Jack lowered a hand to pinch Izzy’s clit. She held it as she fucked her. “You’ve got a gorgeous cunt. Love splitting you open, yes.”
Izzy keened and moaned, “Daddy,” through the gag. A stricken look ghosted over Jack’s face. She bent over and pulled the gag from Izzy’s jaw.
Izzy could feel the ache, but she was more focused on why the gag had been taken away. She looked into Jack’s eyes, expecting punishment. “Say that again,” Jack breathed.
A warm tingling sensation spread from Izzy’s scalp and down her spine. “Daddy?”
“Fuuuuck,” Jack groaned. “You are full of surprises, honey.” Jack started to move her hips again as she toyed with Izzy’s clit. “Good girl, so pretty laid out like this for me. Drooled so pretty for your daddy.”
Izzy felt her eyes fluttering as her orgasm washed over her. Her toes curled and she could feel her right thigh muscle trembling. Jack was muttering encouragements throughout but Izzy couldn’t focus on any of them.
Jack blanketed her body over Izzy. “Hold still, ride it out,” she muttered. Jack was slowly rutting her hips back and forth. The sensation carried Izzy pleasantly through the waves of her orgasm until she squeezed Jack’s shoulder tightly. The overstimulation was setting in.
Jack stilled and kissed Izzy’s collar bone. “You any good at oral?”
It was a crude turn from the sweet nothings a few minutes ago. Instead of pissing Izzy off it intrigued her. A spiderweb of fear deep inside her psyche warned her that a dom didn’t want a sub that couldn’t please her.
“Yes, Miss.”
“Aww, where’d the daddy go? I loved that.” Jack stood and carefully extracted the toy from Izzy. Jack wiggled her hips and laughed. “C’mon, who’s your daddy?”
Izzy groaned and held out her hands so Jack could help her out of the swing. Her legs felt as wobbly as a new born faun’s. “You’re an idiot.”
“Hey.” Jack’s grip tightened ever so slightly on her. “Do we speak to our dom that way?”
Izzy’s eyes widened at the commanding edge in Jack’s voice. She’s forgotten herself.
“I’m going to sit in that chair and you’re going to kneel by my feet.” Jack let go of her and crossed the room to sit down in the plush chair. She dropped a pillow to the floor by her feet.
Izzy walked carefully over and dropped to her knees harder than she should have. “Izzy, what’s that short for?”
Izzy wanted to bite her tongue. She also didn’t want to be a brat, she wanted to be good. She wanted to prove she was loyal. “Israel, Miss.”
“Israel. That’s weird.” Jack pet the top of her head like she was a dog. “You ready to eat me out?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good girl, go on then.” Jack let her knees fall open further. Izzy leaned forward with only her mouth and started to mouth and lick eagerly. Jack was musky and sweaty. Izzy wrinkled her nose but kept going.
Jack was eyeing her as she did. “You not a fan of the natural scent sweetheart?”
“No, Miss.”
“Aw shucks, I’ll wash just for you next time, okay?” Jack tucked Izzy’s hair behind her ears. “Personally I like em nasty. If you ever wanna go for a run before you show up, I’d eat you real good.”
Izzy closed her eyes and sucked on Jack’s clit. She usually hated anything but clean. Yet the idea of her being gross and Jack still wanting her was tantalizing. Jack’s hand grabbed her head and pushed.
Izzy hummed in appreciation and squeezed her own knees. She liked forcefulness. It was grounding.
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The first time she stayed afterwards it was because she felt too exhausted to drive. Izzy laid her head on Jack’s lap and watched the advertisements flicker on the small tv. Jack was filling the room with weed smoke and running her fingers through Izzy’s silver hair.
“You never safeword.” Jack said it as a statement not a question. But Izzy’s stomach dropped for the question she knew it was. She felt ice cold.
“Fuck off.”
“That’s fine. I need you to try though. I’m not a mind reader. Plus some of your tells slip past me when I’m high.” Jack poked her x tattoo. “That’s all.”
“You really shouldn’t scene when you’re high,” Izzy snarked back. She didn’t really care though.
“Yeah, I know.”
They fell silent together. Izzy inspected every corner of the room. The place needed some small jobs done desperately. One of the shutters was broken and set against the wall. The kitchen needed ant traps desperately. The sink in the bathroom dripped constantly.
Jack seemed to notice her racing mind and mistook it for something else. “You hungry? I picked up some stuff for ya.”
“Yeah, what?” Jack’s idea of food was abysmal. Still Izzy sat up and watched Jack open her fridge and cabinets.
“Got you, fuckin uhh, dried peaches. Cheese crackers. Cookies. And I have beer and water.” Jack beamed at her, hand on a cocked hip.
“Not bad. I’ll have the cheese crackers.” The bare minimum. Always the bare minimum with her.
Jack tossed the box at her. It rattled in Izzy’s hands. “Do you even eat when I’m not here?” Izzy knew the answer was yes, but it involved lots of takeout. She was mostly being a bitch.
“No, I languish away without you.” Jack bumped into her as she collapsed back onto the sofa.
“Languish? Didn’t know you knew words that long.”
“Ha! I usually don’t.” Jack ducked down and kissed her on the temple. She threw an arm around Izzy’s neck and settled. “You’re pretty fuckin smart though. You say crazy words all the time.”
Izzy shoved a few cheese crackers in her mouth. “Whatever.”
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They laid in the bed. Hardly a bed actually. It was a mattress on the floor, but a clean one with sheets so Izzy was trying to shut up about it.
“So they have five minutes to do their run or until they wipeout. They’re scored based on the tricks they do.” Jack was holding her phone up and showing Izzy some kind of skateboarding video. Izzy had her head on Jack’s shoulder.
“What’s that trick called?”
“Good eye! That’s called a frontside air.” Jack was beaming, Izzy could feel it. She was as excitable as a dog sometimes.
Izzy grumbled only a tiny bit through the rest of the video. When the video was over Jack set her phone down on the covers and slid her hand down. Izzy was expecting it to glide over her hip bone, but instead Jack laced their fingers together.
“You were so patient,” Jack smiled.
“Yeah, whatever. Just tired,” Izzy spluttered. She hated the soft eyes Jack was aiming at her.
Izzy used her free hand to reach for Jack’s cunt. “Come here.”
“If you insist,” Jack laughed and rolled over on top of her.
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Izzy flattened her hand onto the wall for support. Her full weight was bearing down on Jack’s face and arms. Izzy tilted her hips back so Jack could breathe. “God,” Jack moaned. “How long did you run for?”
“Did a 5k.”
“Fuck! It must be my birthday,” Jack gleefully yanked Izzy back towards her mouth.
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Izzy leaned her cheek against the tile and watched water drip down Jack’s tits, stomach, thighs, calves. “Hurry up,” she said but she didn’t mean it.
Jack flicked water at her lazily and kept scrubbing her hair. “You like me clean, this is the price you pay.”
“Yeah, well not everyone wants to fuck a swamp beast.”
“You take that back,” Jack acted mock offended but thrilled by the ribbing. “If we weren’t old I’d want to fuck in here.”
“Yeah, no.”
Jack left the water going and stepped out past Izzy. “The water awaits you, m’lady.”
“Do not call me that.” Izzy stepped in and sighed as the hot water immediately made her feel melty. She could hear drawers opening and closing as Jack went about her routine.
Izzy wanted to know what it was she did. She peeked carefully around the curtain and watched Jack smoothing a cream onto the burned skin of her arm.
“Keeping this skin supple for you babe.” Jack winked at her.
“Does it hurt still?”
“No, no. It’s been too long. There’s a bit of nerve damage though.”
“Ah.” Izzy pulled her head back and poured shampoo into her palm. Permanent nerve damage. “Was it from a scene?” Izzy hated herself for asking. She liked to mind her business.
“Yeah.” There was some rustling. Then quiet. Izzy finished her shower and when she got out Jack was waiting with a towel in hand.
“Thanks.” Izzy efficiently dried herself off and hung the towel on the hook on the back of the bathroom door.
“Nap time?” Jack put her hands on Izzy’s waist.
“Yeah. Sure,” Izzy’s throat felt dry. She followed Jack and crawled onto the mattress next to her. She cuddled into Jack’s side. “It’s cold.”
“Mmhmm. Sure is.” Jack carefully held her close, keeping away from Izzy’s damp hair. They fell into an easy sleep.
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“Now I’m going to turn it on.” Jack had pulled out a saddle, with a Hitachi attached to it. “Once we go, we go. You understand?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“How many shall we aim for today?” Jack wasn’t asking her; she was toying with her. “How about four?”
“I can’t, Miss.”
Jack held her chin firmly. “If you can’t, then you safeword. Understand?”
“Yes, Miss.” Izzy licked her lips.
Jack flicked the wand on and Izzy immediately started bucking her hips. She clenched her teeth to keep her Sounds back but it was pointless. They bubbled out one after another.
Jack was watching her becoming delirious. Izzy easily hit her first orgasm and her legs started to shake as overstimulation hit.
But she didn’t beg. She could handle it. “Fuck, fuck, shit. Twat!” Izzy’s arms scrabbled in the air to hold onto something but there was nothing. Jack walked around her and cupped her chest.
“Let me hold these for you,” Jack snickered. “Oh, your tits are so fucking hot baby.”
“Miss,” Izzy grit out with the tone of fuck off. Jack pinched her nipples until Izzy was almost sobbing and she came a second time.
Izzy could feel sweat trickling down the back of her neck. She felt hyper aware of every inch of her skin. “Only two more honey.”
Izzy was strongly considering begging. But not safe wording. She was good. She was fine. It barely hurt. She was fine. She realized she was mumbling, “Fine, I’m fine. Fine. Fine.”
Jack had switched to running her hands all over Izzy’s body. She gathered up her hair and jerked her head back. “That’s it, my pretty doll.” Izzy shrieked and bucked rapidly along the seat. It was soaked by now.
“Please, Miss. Fucking, feels so much,” she gasped.
“Please, who?” Jack gave Izzy’s hair the softest pull. Not enough.
“Please, daddy.” It came out a wail as Jack pulled her hair again and she weakly came a third time.
Izzy started nearly screaming as she passed three. Her voice was weakening. She felt like was going to black out. She wasn’t slumped over merely for the fact that Jack was still holding her by the hair. “D-daddy,” she said faintly.
Jack could probably barely hear it over the buzzing.
“Red,” Izzy choked out and immediately Jack dragged her off the saddle. Jack gathered Izzy up in her lap and held her like a distressed damsel. Izzy knew somewhere in the back of her mind that Jack had wanted her to safe word. To prove she could.
It was low down and dirty. Fucked up, really. Izzy didn’t really care. That was the fucked up part of her.
Her cunt was throbbing and felt sore. Jack stood and carried her. “You actually work out,” Izzy said into Jack’s chest.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Gotta keep the arms swole so I can hold you.” Jack pursed her lips in a proud pout. Jack gently laid her down on the mattress then closed the blinds.
Jack heaved down next to her. Izzy felt the mattress moving and realized Jack was getting herself off.
“Let me take care of you, Daddy,” Izzy said. She rolled over and grabbed Jack’s hand to still her movements.
“Don’t think that’s smart.” Still Jack looked eager.
“It’s okay.” Izzy pressed her lips to Jack’s neck. “Keep going, I’ll just help.”
“Yeah, fuck, okay.”
Izzy shoved their bodies together sloppily. Jack resumed bucking up into her hand eagerly. She seemed to enjoy being watched like this. “You’re a slut,” Izzy laughed.
“Fuck, just for you baby. Like you watching me.”
“You get off thinking about me during the week?”
Jack threw her head back violently and moaned. “Shit, you know I do. Wednesday, I, fuck.” Jack’s breath was running ragged. A strand of hair hung limp in her face. “Wednesday I was so high and thinking about your sweet mouth. Wanted to fuck your face. Wanted to hear your sexy voice on the phone.”
“You think my voice is sexy?”
“Oh definitely. You could talk me to orgasm I think.”
“And what would I say? That you’re a nasty daddy, getting off like this, so desperate.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, her voice tight with delirium. Jack circled her clit a few more times before cumming hard.
“Shit, that was nice. We should do that more often.” Jack threw a heavy and sweaty arm over her. Izzy scrunched up her nose but didn’t throw Jack off. “Nighty night,” Jack yawned in her ear.
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Izzy slid her finger across her phone and read the invitation again. She should probably show her face at the event. Even though everyone there would be expecting her to show up with Ed.
Jack hooked her chin over Izzy’s shoulder. “Whatcha lookin at?”
“Nothing.” But it was too late.
“Oh I love that party. They don’t send me an invite anymore.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Izzy snarked. “I’m not going anyway.” She waved Jack off like a mosquito. She shifted her readers on top of her head.
Jack poured a cup of black coffee and placed it in front of Izzy. “And why is that?” She plopped down across the table and rested her cheek on her fist. “They invited you. So you didn’t do anything naughty.” Jack wiggled her eyebrows.
“My previous dom will be there. With her new...whatever.” Izzy waved her hand for lack of a better explanation. “I just don’t think it’s worth my time.”
“You can bring me. If you want.”
Izzy watched her carefully. Jack genuinely seemed to want to do her this favor, rather than get her foot into the party.
She took a deep sip of the coffee. It was acrid and awful, something cheap Jack bought for her. “Will we even get through the door if I bring you?”
Jack shrugged and leaned back in her chair. “I don’t know. But,” her eyes gleamed wickedly. “Wouldn’t you love to make a scene?”
Izzy’s stomach twisted, both in fear and delight. “No.” It was intoxicating to be in on Jack’s schemes, but devastating to be on the other side of them. She assumed.
“Oh come on. Please. I kind of want to go, see this old dom that let you go.”
“Oh please, like you have a single chivalrous bone in your body.” Izzy rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fine. You want to go, we’ll go.”
Jack clapped her hands together and darted across the table to give Izzy a wet kiss on the cheek. “I’ll kick up as much of a fuss as you want.”
“Zero. No bullshit, please.”
Jack thrust out her chest and put her hands on her hips. “Okay, then I’ll be my usual charming self.”
“Terrible.” Izzy hid her smile in her coffee cup. “You’re terrible.”
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The party was a get together of the local kink community, but a very well known one. It was a summery affair with drinks and snacks and a few event tents for scening and performances. Last year Ed had done a bondage class demonstrating on Izzy. Everyone had complimented them both on what a great pair they made.
Jack sauntered across the green towards her in leather pants. Izzy wanted to crawl back into her car and hide. “Hey, baby.” Jack brushed her cheek against Izzy’s. She was a touch breathless, one hand squeaking in the back of her pocket.
“Try not to get wasted.”
“I’ll do my best.” They walked into the nearest tent which had drinks and areas for chatting. Izzy tried not to look for black hair next to blond but she spotted them quickly anyway.
Izzy looked down at her hands. “You want a drink?” Jack whispered into her ear.
“No. I’m fine.” Izzy wanted to cling to Jack’s hand and beg her to take them away. She couldn’t possibly do this.
“You’re shutting down hard, is your former dom here?” Jack exaggeratedly checked out the crowds of people. Izzy felt solemn and silent, too removed to even gripe at Jack for being so obvious. “Oh hey, I know her. Let’s go say hi.”
“Ed, you crazy bitch,” Jack hollered joyfully and Izzy felt herself crumpling into dust. Her heart picked up but her tongue felt heavy. Ed swiveled and beamed, then saw Izzy and the quickest flash of shock crossed her face.
“CJ, how are you?” The two of them got close enough to do a complicated handshake. Izzy watched Stede’s nose wrinkle. Good.
Stede’s grip on her champagne flute was steel. “Who’s this, darling?”
Ed smiled sheepishly. “Oh right, Stede, this is CJ. We used to scene together back in the day.” Stede nodded politely. “By the way, how the hell did you get in here? Thought you were banned.”
“Nah,” Jack chortled. “They just don’t invite me anymore. But I’m a plus one today.”
“Yeah?” Ed’s eyes flicked between Izzy and Jack.
Izzy should speak up now. She opened her mouth to, but there was nothing to say.
Jack kept talking for her. In spite of her? “Yeah Izzy and I hang from time to time.” She cheekily winked at Izzy like it was some inside joke between them. “She’s a firecracker.”
“Well, lovely to meet you,” Stede spoke slightly too loudly. She seemed eager to get away from them. Maybe because of the frightened rabbit stare that Izzy was giving Ed. “There’s an event starting soon so we should go.”
“See ya.” As the couple walked away Jack waved joyfully until they were out of sight. She pivoted to face Izzy. Jack leaned down close to her, as if sharing a secret. “Deep breaths, breathe in for me. You’re far away right now, come back down. I’m right here.”
Izzy obeyed and her lungs expanded until they felt tight. She felt dizzy. Had she breathed once during that interaction? “I’m guessing Ed was your dom?”
Izzy nodded miserably.
“Ended bad, huh? I don’t know if it’ll make you feel better or worse, but I got this from scening with her.” Jack pointed at the burned skin on her arm.
“That’s awful,” Izzy frowned and she felt like crying.
“So she dumped you?”
“Fuck off.” Izzy turned her face away like a petulant child.
“Okay, okay. C’mon, the worst is over.” Jack slipped a hand onto Izzy’s low back and they started floating around the party.
The worst was not over exactly. Everyone seemed to know who Jack was. Izzy watched people see her and wave, then see Jack and freeze. She could pinpoint their confusion and disbelief to the second. And it happened over and over and over.
Finally Izzy backed Jack into a corner. “What the fuck did you do? Everyone is looking at you like you’re going to explode.”
“Oh,” Jack laughed nervously and fiddled with her hair. “Broke the no substance rule. A lot. Also took the blame for the fire thing.”
Izzy sighed and with it went all of her energy. She felt exhausted down to the marrow. “Okay.” This might as well happen, or something like that.
“Okay.” Jack nodded as if convincing herself and they left the corner together.
The two of them entered a tent where a man was being whipped by a tall woman in lingerie. Jack rocked back and forth on her feet like an excited kid.
The crack of the whip echoed through the tent and in its wake excited murmurs washed throughout the crowd. Jack reached down and pinched Izzy’s ass. “Will you fucking quit it,” Izzy waved her away.
“Man, makes me wanna get the whip on you.” Jack was buzzing with energy now. Izzy looked away from her and at the rest of the crowd. She caught someone giving Jack the stink eye, and instinctively she pressed closer.
“Yeah, you like that idea?” Jack rubbed her arm.
“Hmm? Sure.” Izzy wondered what it had been like to be burned that terribly. They had to have been second degree at best, third degree at worst.
“Gotta head to the john,” Jack dipped out of the tent.
Immediately the vultures descended. Jim appeared by her side with the stealth of a cat. “Seriously pendeja? Jack?”
Izzy shrugged slightly. She kept her eyes on the whip. Crack, onto supple flesh, she almost flinched herself.
“Well as long as she treats you...how you like to be treated.” Jim clicked their tongue and left.
Izzy looked away from the stage and Fang was headed straight for her. “Izzy, you haven’t answered my messages,” she pouted. “I was worried about you.”
“Needed the time,” she said. “You?”
“I’m very good. My puppy, look at her, nearly full grown now.” Fang jostled into Izzy’s side to show her pictures of her dog. Her actual dog, not puppy play. It was always a toss up with this crowd.
“Nice.”
Fang nodded, hair bobbing messily about her spiky headband. “You look alright. I hear Jack’s kind of a messy broad.” There was a question there, maybe a threat towards Jack.
“She’s fine. Good enough for me.”
“Yeah? Well, if anything ever isn’t fine, you tell me, okay?” Fang tried to catch her eye but Izzy resolutely avoided it.
“Fuckin’ hell I will,” she said, sounding angry, but they both knew that meant yes.
Fang patted her on the back with so much force she nearly fell over. “See ya around.”
Then Izzy was by herself in the crowd. Those interactions could’ve been worse she supposed. Jack was taking a long time though. Izzy craned her neck looking for shaggy blonde but didn’t see anything.
“Maybe she found the wine,” Izzy sighed to herself and left the tent. She walked to the second tent where there were mats out for play but didn’t see Jack there either. She headed for the toilets, maybe an upset stomach?
There she did spy Jack having a frenzied conversation with Ed. “Fuck me,” Izzy winced. She did not want to break that up. In fact, she didn’t want to contend with it at all. Before Izzy could turn and leave, a hand grasped her forearm. The person pulled her into the shadows of the nearest tent. “What the fu-“ Izzy’s words choked to a halt at the sight of Ed’s pretty blond girlfriend.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you like that. Just think it’d be best if we let them hash it out woman to woman,” Stede removed her hands from Izzy’s person.
Izzy all but bared her teeth as she combed a hand through her hair to fix it. “What do you know, Bonnet?”
“Plenty,” Stede sniffed. “I didn’t appreciate your behavior then, and I still don’t.” Her face softened, to almost pity. “But Ed shouldn’t have treated you the way she did either.”
“Right.” If the clouds could strike her with lightning immediately that would be preferable to this conversation. “What exactly do they have to fight about? They seemed real chummy earlier.”
Stede peeked out from their hiding spot where Jack was pointing her finger in Ed’s face. “Not that I know the entire story, but Jacklynn’s arm? Those came from a scene with Ed. Neither of them did their research and it went poorly.”
“Okay? But wouldn’t they have resolved that by now?”
Stede folded her arms and looked at Izzy with the most imperious look she’d ever seen. “They’re fighting about you, you absolute foolish woman.” Izzy blinked slowly. Stede wasn’t feeling better than her; she was feeling jealous.
“Why would they fight about me? Ed is with you.”
Stede’s jealousy melted away. “Oh, because Ed still cares for you deeply, my dear. She wants to see you well.”
Izzy felt her heart harden in real time. The fucking audacity. “She has a funny way of showing it.”
“Right, well. I’m sorry to have upset you.” Stede stopped talking as an angry grunt came from down the way. They both stepped into line of sight to see Ed and Jack rolling around on the ground throwing punches at each other.
“For fuck’s sake,” Izzy ran over and hauled Jack back by her armpits. “Jack, fucking cut it out.”
Jack was all elbows and hair, a well aimed kick to Ed’s knee barely avoided. “That’s right, hold me back.” Jack spit on the ground.
Stede marched in just behind Izzy. “Ed, what were you thinking? You’ve embarrassed us at our first kink community party, now I’ve made a bad impression. And frankly, you’ve made a rather poor effort of showing Izzy that you’re sorry.” Ed deflated like a dog with its tail between its legs.
“Sorry.” She wiped at her mouth with the back of her fist and scrambled to her feet.
Jack stayed motionless in Izzy’s arms.
“We’ll walk away, and deal with this another time,” Stede caught Izzy’s eye. “I’m very sorry. Have a good night.”
“That was fucking bullshit,” Jack threw Izzy off now and stomped her way towards her truck. “That mangy little bastard, after everything.”
Izzy waited until they were back in the car. She waited until Jack was well away from the party and then she couldn’t wait anymore. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
Jack cringed. “I, I just. She said some things, sweetheart, I couldn’t let it stand.”
“You were my guest, back there, and you made a fucking fool of yourself.” Izzy could feel hot tears stinging at her eyes. Of all the things that had happened tonight, the one thing digging a knife into her ribs was Stede Bonnet’s fucking pity. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” What am I doing here, with you?
“Woah, woah,” Jack’s voice went high and panicked. The car swerved as she reached out with one hand to grab onto Izzy’s knee. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sober and everything, she just said some shitty stuff.”
“Watch the fucking road,” Izzy shrieked and threw her hand off.
“Sorry, sorry sorry.” Jack gripped the wheel tightly with both hands. “Hear me out, she just was being fucking snotty. Like she knew everything about you and what you needed, and she was just so up her own ass about this blond bitch.”
Izzy stayed quiet even though she could feel Jack waiting for an answer. Jack’s house came into view and the truck rumbled to a stop. Izzy sighed and hopped out.
Jack walked around to the sidewalk and waited. She was waiting for Izzy to stay or go, presumably.
Izzy probably should leave. She walked quickly into Jack’s house without a word. She started noisily brewing a pot of coffee. It was late now, maybe midnight. Maybe later she’d leave.
Jack walked into the arched frame of the kitchen and stayed there. “So is this the silent treatment?”
Somehow that was so annoying Izzy wanted to scream. She wasn’t a child. Still, she bit her tongue and pressed start on the machine. It sprang to life sputtering and hissing until the first drops of brown liquid dripped down. Izzy turned around and leaned against the cabinets. She made hesitant eye contact with Jack.
Jack blushed and looked away. “Um, I’m fuckin’ sorry, okay? Just wanted you to know that.”
Izzy felt vulnerable. Too exposed and raw, and it wasn’t fair. “Why did you take the blame for your burns?”
Jack shrugged. “I egged her on, had a bit of a reputation already. I was already banned from a few places at that point.”
Izzy’s posture sagged further. “And Ed had a great reputation. I’m sure it was an easy choice.”
“Yeah,” Jack said. “I was definitely wrong. I know that. Like I fuckin, you know, coulda been smarter about it. Still.”
“Yeah.” Izzy wanted to lay in Jack’s arms and be comforted. The coffee machine beeped shrilly behind her. “Bonnet looked at me like she pitied me.”
“Fuck off,” Jack looked as horrified as Izzy felt. “Are you kidding me?”
“Yeah. Wanted to throttle her.” Izzy removed a cup from the cabinet and poured the coffee in. She felt better having said it out loud.
She could hear Jack’s boots moving over the kitchen floor. “Can I?” Jack’s words hung in the air with hope.
Izzy turned around and buried her face into Jack’s chest. Jack hugged her gently and kissed the top of her head. The tears were immediate, hot and damning. “Shh, it’s okay,” Jack patted her back and kept rubbing in slow circles. “It’s okay.”
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Izzy brushed out Jack’s hair. She was careful with every knot. “You really need to take better care of yourself,” Izzy said. Jack leaned back to make eye contact with her.
“But I’ve got you,” she smiled wide.
“Face forward,” Izzy commanded. She continued brushing. “Did you lay the ant traps I got you?”
“Yes, dear,” Jack snickered. “Kind of funny seeing those little guys stuck and squirming around.”
Izzy rolled her eyes but didn’t respond to that. “Okay, that’s fine for now.” She set the brush onto the kitchen table and sat down across from Jack.
“You know.” Jack’s face fell from her relaxed grin to something serious. “You’ve been spending a lot of time here.”
Izzy froze. Please, god, not a move-in-with-me talk.
“And well, I was just thinking. Would you reconsider your no mouth kissies rule?”
Izzy burst out laughing. She couldn’t hold it in. Her laughter was one part relief and two parts mirth at the absolute desperation in Jack’s voice.
When she settled Jack was looking awestruck at her, particularly at her mouth. “Yes, okay, but only because I know you brushed your teeth this morning.”
Jack immediately stood from her chair and kissed Izzy on the mouth, quick and chaste. “Oh I’ll be needing more of that.” She climbed onto the table, and it groaned under her weight. Jack grabbed Izzy’s face between her palm and kissed her deep and filthy.
Izzy wanted to scold her for nearly breaking her one table but she couldn’t seem to care. She rose slightly to meet Jack with equal intensity. Izzy let her hands roam over Jack’s neck and arms. Her hand stopped at Jack’s elbow and hovered loosely there.
When they pulled away a string of spit connected them, stretched, and fell. “Holy shit,” Jack’s smile was forcing her left cheek to dimple. “Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that.”
Izzy breathed out slowly. The air between them felt charged with electricity. “Can we go downstairs? Show me how that whip feels?” Izzy knew the answer would be yes.
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Jack lifted the mascara wand up, three times over Izzy’s lashes. “Can’t wait to mess you up,” she cooed. The delicate ritual of Jack putting makeup on her soothed Izzy into a pliant state.
Next Izzy parted her lips so Jack could put purple lipstick on her. “So pretty,” Jack said. “Ready?”
Izzy nodded. Jack waited for Izzy to sit down on the mat and then she started to tie her up. Jack looped the rope around her hands and tied them together baile Izzy’s head. Then she bound Izzy’s feet together. It wasn’t a full hogtie for the sake of Izzy’s back.
Jack slipped her boxers off. “Coming to sit on your face, honey.” Jack slowly lowered down and rubbed her cunt over Izzy’s mouth. Izzy’s lipstick smeared terribly. “Fuck, I am going to ruin you.”
Izzy moaned and bucked her hips helplessly. She could feel herself starting to leak onto the mat. Jack held her head firmly and used Izzy’s mouth as she saw fit. She was moving her tongue and doing her best, but mostly Jack fucked her face.
After a while Jack climbed off of her. “Now let’s play with those fat tits of yours.” Jack grabbed a bottle of massage oil from a cabinet at the side of the room. Izzy squirmed in impatience as Jack kneeled down next to her.
“Look at how excited you are, slut,” Jack said. She took a gag and secured it firmly in Izzy’s mouth. “Drool on that for me, good girl.” Izzy groaned as Jack drizzled oil over her chest. “Here, sit up for me.”
Izzy was forced to hold arms in the air as Jack hugged her from behind. “I bet you’re real sore, let me hold these for you.” Jack lifted Izzy’s breasts, then let them fall. She repeated this several times.
Izzy’s arms were already protesting. Her back and scalp were tingling pleasantly from Jack’s gentle touches.
Jack started to roll Izzy’s left breast in her hands, then the right. She squeezed them together carefully and released. Izzy was growing more limp by the minute, but still holding her arms up. Her muscles were burning.
Then Jack pinched her nipples at the same time and Izzy arched her back. She whined through the gag. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” Jack tugged and released. Izzy trembled and arched to get away from the intense feeling. “Stay still, good girl.”
Jack slipped her right hand down to Izzy’s soaking pussy. Izzy spread her knees as much as she could, still tied at her feet, and moaned. She was squealing and sobbing as her arms shook above her head and Jack played with her clit.
“Okay, honey,” Jack stopped and carefully moved Izzy’s arms down. “Now comes the fun part.” They’d discussed this in advance and Izzy had agreed to trying, if she didn’t have to run. She would already be half caught. It was more delicious to her that way. “Let’s head to the stairs.”
Jack lifted her up easily and carried her to the edge of the stairs but not up them. “You have to make it the mats by the count of ten.”
Jack stood next to her and started counting. Izzy first hopped forward before losing her balance. She dropped to her knees and started scooting across the ground. “8......9......” Izzy gasped and panted through the gag and rolled onto the mat. Jack clapped for her. “That’s my girl. Time for your prize.”
Jack crossed the room and forcefully rolled Izzy onto her stomach. “You looked so pretty struggling and panting for me. You wanted your reward so much, didn’t you?”
Izzy nearly sobbed as Jack forced her knees to bend in a frog position. Jack bent down and licked at her cunt, with the flat of her tongue. A warning and a promise. “Sorry, doll, you know I’m a messy eater.” Jack slipped Izzy’s legs around her head, forcing her face down into the mat.
Izzy screamed with pleasure as Jack ate her out within an inch of her life. She was at Jack’s mercy in this position. She squeezed her eyes tightly and felt the mascara smudging below her eyes from her tears.
Her legs and arms trembled with effort, and then with orgasm as her pleasure peaked as Jack tongue fucked her and rubbed her clit.
Jack set her down gently and rolled Izzy over. She undid the knots and started massaging Izzy’s sore limbs. Jack had gotten better at aftercare in the months they’d been together. Izzy suspected part of it was that she’d never been with one dedicated sub this long before.
Jack held her chin when she was done and inspected her work. “Look at you, all messy for your daddy.”
Jack sat on Izzy’s thigh and started to ride towards her own orgasm. Izzy laid back, tired but happy to be of use. Jack ran her hands over Izzy’s skin, over her swallow tattoo. “You’re so fucking hot,” Jack panted. She bent down and pressed their bodies together.
Jack rubbed against Izzy and undid the gag. She threw it aside and kissed Izzy. It was open mouthed and would’ve disgusted Izzy were she not tired and blissed out. Jack rubbed their cheeks together and Izzy faintly could feel her wet cunt dragging back and forth along her thigh.
Jack then lowered her face and buried her mouth in Izzy’s chest. “I fucking love your tits,” Jack’s voice came muffled. “Let me suffocate here.”
Izzy laughed weakly and reached a hand down to help Jack get off. “Oh fuck yeah,” Jack sighed when Izzy’s fingers slid inside her. “Mm, thank you honey.”
“You’re welcome, daddy.” It was cringe now, Izzy up enough to feel the weirdness of it, but she knew it would get Jack off. Sure enough a moment later Jack sighed and gushed creamy around Izzy’s fingers and onto her thigh.
Jack collapsed forward and flopped to the side. “That was maybe the most athletic sex I’ve ever fuckin had.”
“Yeah,” Izzy rasped. “But it was good.”
“True that.” Jack laced their fingers together and laid panting for several more minutes. Izzy rubbed her thumb over the back of Jack’s rough hand.
Finally Izzy sat up. “Bring me the makeup wipes.”
“Aww, it’s a shame, you look so great like this.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Izzy pulled Jack in for another kiss then shoved her away. “Now go.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Izzy leaned down to grab the dry noodles from the bottom shelf. She felt a pinch on her ass. Izzy yelped and snapped back up. “Jack, quit it,” she hissed.
Jack giggled and stepped back to avoid Izzy’s wide swat. “Not into exhibitionism then?”
“Go get the apples, shoo.” Izzy moved to ram the cart into Jack so she would get going.
“Ack! Fine, fine. Going.” Jack blew her a cheesy kiss and then disappeared out of the aisle towards the produce.
Izzy pushed the cart further down and added chicken stock. She was going to cook chicken noodle soup for dinner. Hearty and decently healthy, which was pretty much every recipe Izzy could actually cook.
It was something new to her. To settle in at the table with a hot meal and share it with Jack was something she enjoyed more than she thought possible. Izzy had always seen herself as the assistant type or the first mate type. She was dutiful and loyal, but that hadn’t been enough for Ed. All Ed had seen in her was a submissive. Jack saw her as a partner and an equal.
Jack came round the corner a minute later while Izzy was lost in thought. Her arms were full of apples with no bag to keep them together. Jack gasped as one rolled out of her elbow and hit the ground. When she bent down to get it the rest of the apples tumbled down too.
Izzy face palmed before moseying her way down the aisle to Jack. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you love it.” Jack dumped the apples into the cart and dropped a kiss onto Izzy’s mouth. “Now let’s go! I’m hungry.”
“Of course you are,” Izzy grumbled with a smile on her face.