Tactical Submission: A Windsor Club Story

by Ada Maria Soto

  "Yes, sir."

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  Jack hurried back to the bedroom, draping the flogger around his neck as he got there. It had become second nature already.

  He opened the closet door to put away the clips. He froze. The closet was beautifully organized and filled with things. There were coils of rope, mostly white, hanging from a bar. There were shelves of plugs and dildos, cuffs, collars, leashes, spreaders, and gags. Crops, paddles, and multiple floggers in a rainbow of colors and sizes. There was a disassembled something he couldn't identify. An electrostym setup and a few things he only recognized from the internet. There was a collection of small drawers of the type usually seen in workshops, for holding different types of nails and screws. And for some reason a picnic basket. He opened the little drawers one at a time finding clips, clamps, and chains until he found one that matched the type of clips he was holding.

  He found himself staring at the gags. There were multiple varieties. He'd never liked gags because he had to be able to tell people that he needed to go. That he had to get to his phone because work was calling, or sometimes simply to explain that he needed to get out. He needed his voice, usually.

  Things were different with Isaac though. Maybe..?

  He shook his head and got back to cleaning.

  By the time the room could pass inspection it was getting close to ten and Jack could smell toast, eggs, and bacon coming from the kitchen. His stomach rumbled.

  In the kitchen, Isaac was dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. He was placing strips of crisp bacon onto a well loaded plate. There was only one chair at the kitchen table but there was a pillow on the floor next to it.

  "Find everything?" There was a smirk on Isaac's face and he knew Isaac was talking about the closet of sex toys more than the closet of cleaning supplies.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Good." Isaac gestured to the pillow and Jack knelt.

  Isaac sat in the only chair and held out a piece of bacon. He felt like a dog being fed a treat, but his stomach really didn't care and he took an eager bite.

  "It's not particularly good for you and I can't condone daily consumption, but you were very good in coming to me last night so I thought you deserved a treat."

  Jack took another bite this time licking at Isaac's fingers.

  "Good boy."

  The praise only added to him feeling like a dog but he was rewarded with a second piece of bacon. Murrcat rubbed against his feet then jumped on the table. "No, you've had your breakfast and you have done nothing to earn bacon. Go catch a mouse or something." The cat was pushed to the floor then walked out giving Jack a dirty look.

  After that, breakfast was a leisurely affair with Isaac feeding him bits of bacon, toast, and eggs and occasionally presenting his fingers to be sucked on.

  From where he was he could see Isaac's cock hard in his jeans and his own cock was craving touch. When the plate was clean, Isaac cleared the table then slowly washed the dishes by hand, leaving Jack to wait and think. Jack had told him what would happen after breakfast the last time and there was a reason his hands were still wrapped around the flogger.

  Finally, Isaac came over and took his chin tilting his head back.

  "Get up, and go to the living room."

  "Yes, sir."

  Chapter 17

  J ack stood in the sunny room. Embarrassment and a thread of shame grew in him as he waited. The curtains were pulled tight over the main windows, but it was late enough in the day that the sun came through the high windows and filled the room. He could hear cars go past, a lawn mower in the distance, the footfalls of someone running with the scratch of dog nails on cement keeping pace. He felt naked and the flogger that he had carried the whole morning felt like lead in his hands. He shifted uncomfortably.

  "It's different in the daylight, isn't it?"

  "Yes."

  "We are afraid of the dark, as a species, but there is a strange safety in it. And a freedom. Almost as if we are not accountable in the same way. It's much harder to do somethings in sunlight than in moonlight."

  Isaac held out his hand. Jack placed the flogger into it.

  "I'm going to use this on you now, here in the daylight."

  Jack felt his skin begin to burn as if Isaac had already begun.

  "No one will see you, no one will know. Just like the warm and safe darkness. And when I'm done with you it will stop mattering, I promise."

  Jack slowly placed his hands behind his head and spread his legs.

  "You can close your eyes if it makes you feel better."

  "No."

  "Watch the dust motes in the sunlight." Isaac stepped behind him.

  The first blow was soft, landing on his right shoulder blade, quickly followed by another soft strike on the left. A figure eight, slow and lazy. The dust motes whipped around in the air stirred up by Isaac. There was no pain, not really, the soft fall of the leather on his back warmed him in the same way the sun warmed his front. The sound of it on his skin drowned out the distant lawnmower and the Saturday joggers. He heard Isaac shift his stance and saw a flurry of dust motes rush in opposite directions before the first blow fell across his ass. It warmed him, but stung just enough to clearly focus his mind on his body. The strips fell across his back again. He wished he could step out of his body, see what pattern Isaac was using to cover him so fully.

  He was hard and losing time. He closed his eyes as his vision began to tunnel. The soft blows had layered into burn, but not the kind that would have him run away. He wanted to lean into it, to feel more. He locked his knees tight, hiding any wobble in his legs. He wanted to show Isaac, to please him, prove that not only could he handle this but that he wanted it. He felt that break in him, so rare but always sought for, the pure submission, the freedom of it. More of mind than body. He could not move now if he wanted to, not because he had been told not to, but that it had been his choice, to give away that control, freely and willingly.

  The even, steady sound of the leather on his skin intermingled with random gasps and cries, small pleading words, and as long as Isaac wanted his pain, desire, and submission, he knew in that moment he could last.

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  The snap of the leather on Jack's skin was like a wordless mantra to a meditation, putting Isaac into a state of absolute focus. He was good with a flogger, he always had been. From the first time he picked one up, it had felt natural in his hand. He knew he would never have the raw strength of some Doms, but he had control. He could leave bruises that would last for weeks or a burn that would vanish in a day. For Jack he wanted a burn that would last until Monday morning.

  He smiled as Jack's skin slipped from pale white into deepening shades of pink. And he could tell the moment when Jack slipped into a headspace of pure compliance and desire. The moment when strong muscles relaxed, and the whimpers of pain vanished into moans of pleasure and conflicting cries for more and release. Drips of pre-cum darkened the floor between Jack's feet.

  Next time he would bind Jack to a bench or table. Save him the energy of standing and have him already spread and ready for Isaac when he was done. The sun glinted off the D-rings of Jack's cuffs. He wished he could have Jack in a collar, complete the set properly. He could guess why Jack wouldn't want one. He seemed sensitive about his neck and throat. Someone misstepped somewhere. Maybe at some point Jack would understand the meaning that could exist behind it. He'd have to want it though.

  As Jack's skin shifted into properly red and Isaac could feel that spot on his chest Amalie had tapped before, begin to grow and change. He stopped and listened to Jack's ragged breathing and hard gasps that were nearly sobs. He raked his nails down his back and Jack screamed, his whole body shaking. He pressed himself against Jack's back, wrapping one arm around his middle and the other hand around his cock, letting the heat of Jack's body sink into him. "My good and beautiful boy." He stroked Jack’s cock slowly but with a tight grip. "Cum for me."

  Jack screamed again as his cum sp
lashed onto the floor and his legs went out from under him. Isaac couldn't prevent the fall only control the descent.

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  Jack was most aware of the warmth. He'd seldom been able to drift this long. Not deep, but relaxed, sort of Zen but naked. Not that he cared that he was naked. He only cared that his head was on Isaac's lap and the sun coming through the high windows was warming his body. His eyes drifted along the bookshelves that filled the room. Something tickled in the back of his head, something that was trying to drag him up and out. He let himself focus on a few books. Pandora by Anne Rice, followed by Parasitic Diseases Fifth Edition, then the Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine.

  He twitched. He tried his best to beat down that twitch into nothing because it didn't matter, it didn't matter in the slightest. How someone else kept their books was no one's business but their own, and that damn twitch was all his father's fault.

  He must have tensed.

  "What's wrong?" Isaac asked.

  "Nothing." The book after the Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine was laying on its side, too tall to stand up on the shelf.

  "Something is wrong."

  "Nothing that matters," Jack insisted. It didn't matter, he kept repeating to himself.

  "Everything matters to someone. What's wrong?" Isaac asked again, his voice firm.

  There were paperbacks stacked on top of the book on its side. Jack squeezed his eyes tight, the warm bliss of the morning rapidly disappearing. "You arrange your books alphabetically, by title, sort of."

  "Those books get organized maybe every three years. I usually make a start then get sidetracked reading something I'd forgotten I had."

  Jack would not let himself whimper in pain.

  "Really, that's sort of the public library anyway. The books I use regularly I keep in my office and Amalie keeps hers in hers."

  Jack took long breaths trying to relax again, to find that nice peaceful place a good flogging and an orgasm had taken him to.

  "Would you like to organize my bookshelves?" Jack told himself Isaac wasn't laughing at him, but he was still sure he could hear some humor in the words.

  "Yes. I mean I don't want to, I really don't want to but…"

  "The fact that two people with advanced degrees can't keep their books in any sensible order is bugging the crap out of you, and is going to stick in the back of your head until the end of time."

  Jack nodded gritting his teeth as he did.

  "Go ahead, but no getting dressed." Isaac patted him on his still sore ass.

  He hopped up, hating himself for this, but at the same time feeling more relaxed just for having permission to do it. He spun around, mentally taking in the rough number of books, the size and shapes of the shelves. Doing a perfect shelving wouldn't be possible. There were too many odd sized books, they'd need their own section. And the fiction looked like he might have to separate out hard and soft covers to make it all fit but he could do this.

  "I can do this."

  Damn I hate my dad some days.

  "Can I get a note pad and a pencil? And maybe some post-it notes"

  Isaac smiled at him. "Sure."

  It was a rookie move to take every book off the shelf at once. He whipped around the room pulling all the fiction first (there was less of it), and felt better for having fiction and nonfiction separated. Once that was sorted he slipped into what he called The Shelving Zone. He made rough notes as to which shelves would handle what kind of texts and began sorting.

  The piles were rough. He was pretty sure the forensic books fell under the R section of the Library of Congress Catalog with the rest of medicine, but wasn't 100% sure where. All of the books that were probably Amalie's were stacked into QR.

  There were also sex books, quite a few of them. Jack only let his eyes quickly skim over the covers feeling the blood rush to his face. He knew where most of those went; HQ75-76.8, HQ79, HQ997. Not that he'd ever handled those shelves, but he'd always let his eyes skim over the titles as he walked by, not even really sure why. He reached for a book but Isaac picked it up first.

  "Ever read this one?"

  Jack looked at the mostly black cover. The Ritual of Dominance and Submission, by David English. He shook his head.

  "Ever read any of these?" Isaac tilted his head to the pile with the HQ post-it note next to it and a copy of Erotic Bondage on top. Jack shook his head again even though he recognized a few of the titles. "How about if I put a few aside for you to read later. It won't all be relevant, no one size fits all in this, but it might give you some things to think about."

  Jack nodded, his blood warming more than just his face. He'd managed to forget that he was naked. He had the sudden urge to hold a book in front of his privates, except the book in his hands was Leathersex by Joseph W. Bean. He felt his whole body begin to flush. Maybe this is what Isaac had meant that first night, about the naked and the nude. Even stripped, flogged, and fondled he hadn't felt as naked as he did in that moment.

  Isaac kissed him while lightly pinching one of his nipples. "Get back to shelving. I want this done before dinner."

  Jack tried not to moan. Somehow his nightmare childhood summer chore had turned into an act of erotic submission.

  "Yes, sir."

  Isaac smiled and sat back down between the piles for ND1290-1293 and QR75-99.5.

  Jack got back to sorting, but this time was truly aware of Isaac's eyes on him. It was getting him hard again. He wondered if he should make some sort of show of it, but he was doing plenty of bending and stretching as he shelved. Each move highlighted the subtle burn of his back and ass. Isaac had told him to finish by dinner. It wouldn't take him that long. Maybe another two hours. Then… He wasn't sure what Isaac might have planned next. He was sure watching him organize books hadn't been on any plan, but Isaac didn't seem annoyed and he was getting his books put into at least some logical order.

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  Isaac watched as Jack stretched to place a book on a high shelf. He could honestly say he'd gone through his life without any dirty librarian fantasies, until now. It was giving him a nice insight into Jack's mind. There was a librarian or years of library work somewhere in Jack's past, probably family. He had a solid long term and detailed memory as he appeared to have the Library of Congress system memorized. Some obsessive tendencies judging by the way he had been twitching as he looked over the bookshelves.

  He would definitely be slipping a few books into Jack's bag, but only after putting bookmarks in certain sections. Even the best books had parts that would not fit with Jack's personality or the bits he was gleaning of Jack's past.

  The sun was creeping across the floor and the shelves were beginning to fill. He got up and made a couple of sandwiches, poured some juice then went back to the living room.

  "Come and eat. I still plan on spending another 24 hours tormenting you. You need to keep your strength up."

  Jack turned bright red, head to toe, but he sat and ate. Isaac didn't force any conversation, simply watched as Jack all but inhaled his lunch then got back to work. Isaac ate at a more leisurely pace, enjoying the view. When it looked like Jack was getting closer to finishing he stood up.

  "I'm going to grab a few things, keep working."

  He went to the bedroom and stood in front of the closet. He tried to picture what Jack might have done when he first opened it. Had he reached out for one thing or another? Run his finger through the strands of the floggers.

  Isaac picked up the picnic basket, a gift from an old friend, and began filling it with bits and bobs before heading back to the living room.

  Jack was still sorting but there were only a few shelves left empty, all at floor level. Isaac lounged across the sofa.

  "Tell me Jack, do you enjoy having your ass played with?" Jack froze and began to turn. "No, no, keep working." He kept his voice casual.

  "Yes, sir." Jack half mumbled, his cock swelling and his skin going pink.

  "Do you like it stretched and filled? He
avy plugs? Nice thick dildo?"

  Jack nodded sliding a few more books onto a low shelf, his ass high in the air still striped red. "Yes, sir." Jack mumbled again.

  "Good. I have a couple of toys I want to use on you before dinner. And a few after."

  "Yes, sir," Jack said again, his cock fully hard.

  He finished filling the last few shelves then turned around several times looking over the entire room.

  "All done?"

  "Yes."

  "Good, talk me through it. University was a while ago, I need a refresher."

  Jack began explaining the system. He'd put a sticky note on each shelf denoting which books went on it. The fiction was separate from the nonfiction. He apologized that he had to put the oversized books and journals in a separate area because they wouldn't fit, but basically there was a place for everything and everything was in its place. Isaac was impressed and said as much.

  "Honestly, even when we first moved in, the books in this room were never this organized and I certainly never believed that they could be arranged this quickly."

  Jack shrugged.

  "I need to reward you for this. What would you like?"

  Jack shrugged again, his eyes to the floor, still unused to praise.

  "Would you like to suck my cock? You've been staring at it all day, don't think I haven't noticed." Jack mumbled. "Say that again?"

  "Yes, sir I'd like to suck your cock."

  "There is no shame in a request like that. No need to mumble. But first bend over the coffee table so I can put something in your ass." Jack bent over the table, spreading his legs wide.

  "Beautiful," he said, but other words had nearly slipped out instead at Jack's eagerness. It was something he’d think about later. Amalie was right. He wasn't as good at detaching and compartmentalizing as he should be. He pulled a large black plug with a twelve-speed remote control vibrating function out of the basket along with an irrigation syringe preloaded with lube.

  "I'm going to put a plug in your ass. It's a large one. It's going to stretch and fill you. You'll find it hard to focus but that's what I want. I don't want you to focus, I don't need you to think. You just gave yourself a solid analytical workout. Now you get to be mindless for a time."