His Broken Submissive : Mercy

74 Debut

Jonathan

A thrill runs through me as I survey the cart of supplies like a dragon would its treasure hoard. My fingertips trail across the smooth red bundles of rope I picked out special for Izzy. Several bundles of black rope sit at the ready also for suspension.

I roll my shoulders, focusing on the exercises the physical therapist assigned me. It's been nearly three months since I was shot, and as far as gunshots go, I was lucky, but tonight will be a real workout.

Rope has always been my favourite medium to work with and ever since we started exploring this side of her, I've dreamed of this. Every session and practice has brought us closer to this moment.

"You ready, old man?" Anne asks. She waits in the doorway, dressed to impress as always.

Tonight's black and red leather corsets and miniskirt are paired with matching thigh high heels. Her blonde locks are smoothed into a crisp braided ponytail and her makeup is bold and dramatic, making her green eyes pop.

By comparison, I'm under dressed, only wearing a pair of black pants, leaving my upper half bare. Rope has always been about the senses for me, feeling the rope on my skin as I weave it around her body. It's minimal and all-encompassing at the same time.

"Beyond ready." I smile to myself as I put the last piece on the cart, a black lace mask.

Anne saunters over and inspects my gear, giving me a nod of approval. "You guys deserve this and so much more. I always knew you were the right man for the job." Her wistful smile betrays her.

"Without you, we'd have never gotten here," I remind her. "Izzy would be off God knows where, hiding... You were her first life line, never forget that."

Her eyes light up as she truly hears me. Izzy's journey has only been possible with the support of all of her friends, not just me.

She rolls her eyes and waves me off. "You're getting soft," Anne teases.

"What can I say? I'm getting sappy in my old age," I dryly reply. She grins and holds the door open for me, signaling it's time. I take one last look over my cart and push it through.

The club is jam-packed, leaving me wondering if more than doubling the square footage of the venue was enough. Anne steps confidently ahead of me, parting the crowd effortlessly with her mere presence.

There's an endless stream of wellwishers and enthusiastic patrons along the way, but there's only one person I want to see.

I force myself to focus on the task at hand rather than looking for Izzy. Anne reserved one of the three main stages for us, the one on the far side. She felt this occasion warranted grand attention, but being furthest from the door and lounge, this stage offers the best atmosphere.

As the crowd thins, the stage comes into view, and I freeze. The very air from my lungs is stolen by the sight in front of us.

Izzy waits on stage, kneeling on a matt in the center with soft light shining down on her from above. Her ass rests on her heels, thighs spread, palms up and her back straight—just how I like.

In preparation for tonight, she wears a thin black lace ensemble, somewhat resembling a bikini top and a scant panty skirt combination. There is barely enough lace to keep her decent, but just. The delicate, wispy material spills open around her thighs and pools between them.

Most importantly, she's at ease. Izzy looks oblivious to the world as she waits. Her form is perfect, but her shoulders show no sign of tension and her chest rises and falls in even breaths. She is serenity embodied.

My chest tightens, watching her embrace everything she has worked so hard to achieve. Part of me just wants to watch this forever, but the larger part of me has waited long enough.

I turn my attention to the gathered crowd around the stage. People fill all the nearby tables and seating areas in addition to standing in the aisle ways.

Seeing Becca and Tony sitting in the front row leaves me grinning. Through endless support, her negative ordeal has been spun to let her know just how much she is cared for.

Natasha and Viktor occupy the center of the booth and Madison sits with them, chatting while they wait for the show to start.

The shy and quiet woman from the other club reminds me a lot of Izzy when we first met. The girls instantly took to her, welcoming her into their group and she has flourished.

Part of me is surprised so many are here to watch our scene as opposed to one of the more evocative ones. The line up board clearly stated no nudity or sexual acts.

"Don't look so surprised," Anne teases, as if reading my mind. "It's not often you do any public play, let alone treat us to this level of a show... besides, this is also Izzy's real debut."

I flash her a sly smile and chuckle. "Then we'd better not keep them waiting."

Anne playfully rolls her eyes at me and nods for me to go on ahead. Her gaze loses focus on something behind me and I turn to see Madison watching us with interests. Anne slips away and makes her way to the woman, flashing her a dazzling smile.

About time...

With my last distraction gone, I head on stage, forcing myself to take my time and savour this. Izzy keeps perfect position, though I can't miss how she tenses and shifts ever so slightly as I walk around the stage, setting up.

The outfit Natasha designed for her is even more breathtaking up close. My gaze rakes over her body, following how the lace hugs her curves like a second skin. It barely stays on this side of descent; this close, I can clearly make out the shading of Izzy's erect nipples.

As I go about setting up, a hush falls over the crowd and they fade away to me. The overhead lighting helps to cloak them in darkness, giving us our own little bubble.

With the over head rigging sound and where I want it and all my rope ready, I feel a surge of excitement. All of our preparations have led to this moment.

I circle in front of her, already feeling my chest swell with pride. She didn't break once. For her reward, I lift her chin, drawing her sapphire gaze to mine.

She's stunning with dramatic dark eye makeup that makes her eyes shine like the most expensive gem stones and full crimson lips that beg for a kiss. But it's the excitement and peace swimming in those endless oceans that shine through.

"Are you ready to play, Bella?" I ask, keeping my tone far more relaxed than I thought possible.

"Yes, Sir," she replies with a coy smile. "Eager."