Jill, dressed in blue jeans, boots and her black pea coat,crossed the street and came in with the last of the crowd. She saw the reception table and ducked to the side. ‘The perverts take reservations? great!’ She thought to herself. She saw a closet near her. ‘Maybe I can wait them out.’ and she ducked inside.
Once the lobby was empty it got quiet and Jill looked out. The husky men were checking a list.
“That’s it?” the first one said.
“Everyone is here.” the second big hairy guy responded.
The first smiled. “Nice turn out. Go lock the door and we can go upstairs, baby bear.” he said seductively.
“OK, Daddy Bear.” said the second man sweetly to his obvious lover.
Jill saw a huge smile on his face as he did go lock the front doors. The thought of them together was making her sick, but she had to stay silent until they had gone.
“Can we use the swing?” ‘baby bear’ said excitedly as his big ass bounced passed the closet back toward his lover.
“After I eat that sweet hole.” Said Daddy Bear vulgarly.
Jill just shook her head and tried to let the words pass by her mind. ‘They’ll be gone soon. They’ll be gone soon.’ she kept saying in her mind. Finally she stepped from the closet and moved up the lobby. There was no one to challenge her now. She looked to the stairs that the big gay men just went up and then to the theater doors, where she heard music and people. ‘That’s where he is!’ she said almost aloud. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he was in there. A big part of her hoped she was wrong. But she knew she wasn’t.
It was dim in the theater, with many colored lights. Jill was looking all over and her eyes would land on some scantily clad person, usually attached to a leash, some chains, some leather. She herself was getting looks but she ignored them and walked to the bar. Anger was making her bold.
“You!” she barked at the bartender and looked at him with steel eyes.
“Yes, M’Lady. Can I help you?” The bartender assumed she was a Domme and not just a furious wife.
“John” she remembered the woman’s name. “and Laura, are they here?”
“Oh, those two, yes, I saw them. Couldn’t tell you where they are though m’Lady.”
“Thank you.” Jill replied simply
She had liked the respect he had shown her. Usually she would have walked off once she got what she needed. Now she would have to search the room. ‘That Bastard was in here, somewhere.’ she thought. She wasn’t sure what to do about this “Laura”. Maybe she didn’t know John was married, but John KNEW John was married. The more she thought of it the angrier she got. There was no sadness in her, she was furious.
Jill walked down the isles,disgusted by what she saw. The slaves would get out of her way and the others would nod at her as if equals. She decided she may as well use that.
“Laura and John, have you seen them?” She would ask. She was getting “no”s or they would say they didn’t know them, until finally…
“They are over there, Mistress.” the man pointed, but his eyes were at her shoes.
Jill strode off without a word into the mix of booths, couches and loveseats and she saw him. He was on the floor, with no shirt and some ridiculous thing on his waist and one of those leashes. Jill had read the web sites and seen the others here. Her husband was a submissive? She shook her head slowly and looked at him with even more disdain. It was crowded in there but she charged in anyway and bending down SMACKED his surprised face with all the strength she had.
“YOU BASTARD!” She yelled and smacked him again as he was trying to get up.
Laura tried to get to her feet to maybe stop it or get between them but Bianca forcefully put a hand on her shoulder pulling her back down and shook her head and mouthed “NO” when Laura looked at her in shock. All the subs had scooted to the side or out of the center entirely.
“Jill, please…” he began
“LET YOU EXPLAIN THIS? NOT NECESSARY!” She screamed down at him and then looked to Laura “You can have the worthless cheating PIG!”
Jill gave a final kick with her boot and caught John right in his groin and then turned and stormed out. She was given a wide berth and the isles cleared for her.
It was a long time before John wasn’t nauseous. Eventually he was helped off the floor by Laura. No one else was seeming to hold much sympathy for him. Even Bianca held an “I told you so” look for Laura. There were no goodbyes, she just got Johnny to her jeep and went home.
John woke up in the spare bedroom and the events of last night came crashing into his consciousness. He had to get home. Maybe some way he could salvage this. But deep in his mind was the thought ‘Isn’t this what you wanted? You’re free.’ It seemed so callous, but there it was.
He limped out of Laura’s back door and got to his car and sped home only to find a lot of his things scattered on the front lawn as if tossed out the window. His laptop was in pieces. It was destroyed before it was ever thrown outside. All the slide bolts were thrown. She was home but she wasn’t going to talk to him. John slowly gathered up all she had thrown out. He kept looking to the windows but she never showed herself. With one last look he climbed back in his car.
John lay in bed in Laura’s spare bedroom and stared at the wall until January second. He cried a few times but mostly he was numb. He tried to call Jill but she wouldn’t answer. He went to his in-laws and wasn’t let in the door. He wondered how much they knew. And so he left and came back here. He lay there not thinking about it. If he thought about it he got a tightness in his chest. Finally Laura came in to talk to him. She sat on the bed, behind him and smoothed his back.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry.” Laura said softly.
“Can I stay here?” He finally asked in a flat tone..
“Of course.” She quickly answered.
He laid there in his melancholy, and she decided to leave him alone. In fact she went to work. When she came home it looked as if he had never moved. So she called Bianca.
“He’s really depressed,” Laura said with concern.
“That’s about normal for a man whose wife caught him cheating and tossed him to the curb.” Bianca was glib and pulled no punches.
“I feel responsible.” Laura admitted.
“Oh Really? Tell me more of this sudden sense of responsibility you have.” Now Bianca was being sarcastic.
“Why are you being like this?” Laura got loud with her mentor.
But Bianca got louder. “Because I warned YOU and YOU didn’t listen! YOU are the Domme. YOU should have cut it off until he sorted out his feelings about his wife! And if he chose you then fine, he should have been upfront with her and YOU should have made sure he did it, but if he chose her, YOU should have washed your hands of him. But YOU didn’t do any of that.” Bianca was yelling into the phone now. “You played games and now people are hurt.”
Laura was silent on her end. She couldn’t argue any of that.
“If you truly are a Domme, I suggest you go take care of your sub, because he is in pain.” Bianca hung up the phone.
Laura made him a sandwich and some carrot sticks and celery and carried it upstairs. The sun was going down and it was very dim in the room, but she left the lights off and set the plate on the nightstand.
“Johnny,” she sat behind him again. “I’m sorry, baby. I really am. I was in charge of this and I screwed up.” she ran her hand through his hair. “Johnny?”
“I don’t blame you.” He said quietly.
“Thank you, sweet boy, but it has been pointed out to me that it is my fault.”
John rolled over and looked up at her. Even in the darkness she couldn’t meet his gaze. Bianca was absolutely right. She put her hand behind his neck and directed it to her lap and then stroked his hair.
“I was selfish. I wanted you and I didn’t care about anyone else.” she confessed. “You are the sweetest guy I have ever met and I caused all of this. I wish I hadn’t and that is the truth, sweet boy.”
“What should I do?” He asked simply.
“Give her everything, don’t contest any of it. And then forgive me.”
John began to cry softly in her lap. He was getting a divorce and the finality of it struck him. Laura stroked him and petted him.
“I still cried when I divorced my ex, even though we were at each other’s throats in the end.” She told him. “You remember that once you did love them, and the thought of them made you smile.”
It took four months to finalize. John’s lawyer used the finances as leverage to get him good visitation rights, it’s all he wanted. Jill got everything, so it wasn’t that difficult. John lived in Laura’s spare room, his room now. Laura had rules for him, if he was to be a permanent resident. She had spelled them out in those first weeks of January.
“First, I don’t do laundry. I barely do my own; Your job from now on.” She wasn’t reading from a list but it seemed as if she had thought about this. “Next, no parading around naked. I have seen it, Johnny,” She smiled from her place on the couch. “and I’ll call when I want it. Third, You may cook in my kitchen, but I reserve the right to eat half of it. Four, if you are going to be late, you better have the courtesy to call. Finally you will not enter my room unless told to.”
John looked up at her from his place on the floor. “I can’t sleep with you?”
“I told you before, Johnny, sleeping with me is something you must earn.”
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