Free Sackmaster by Ann Jacobs Page B

know
you. You know, the world needs a few more good Samaritans in it.”
    Obviously the vet thought they were a
couple. Julie felt as if they were, at least during this minor crisis. She
smiled up at Jimmy.
    “We’ll be by early tomorrow to see Missy.”
He included her, which gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.

Chapter Six
     
    “We’ll go see the house tomorrow, baby. I’m
sorry we had to change our plans for a lazy day before the big night, but it’s
getting to be time now for us to head to the Rebels’ Roost. We can change
there, and you can shave me again before our scene—at least my face. I can feel
the five o’clock shadow on my chin, already.”
    She brushed her fingers across his scalp
and over his chin and throat as he drove back toward the ocean. “Mmmm. I see
another reason you usually wear the goatee and mustache.”
    Excitement coursed through Julie. He’d told
her they would dress each other in the body harnesses Jimmy had bought and put
their clothes on over them. But now they’d have to do it at the dungeon she
could barely wait to see. Between Jimmy and Susan, they’d piqued her curiosity
about a dungeon where only the interested members of the Rebels’ extended
family were welcome.
    “Your safe word will be ‘emerald’,” he told
her. “This is a very private dungeon. Every member is connected with the Rebels
in one way or another, and all of us get tested every sixty days, so nobody
needs to worry about disease. Before we get there I need to tell you a few
teammates are…like your ex. Some will be there tonight. They’ll have Dommes
with them. The three in our group—the Domme and her sub husband and the other
male in their threesome—may be there tonight, or they may not. They aren’t out
of the closet, though. It wouldn’t go over at all if they were, because pro
football’s full of all kinds but especially a bunch of macho homophobes. You
may see Coach Zanardi and Susan, too. As for other Rebels, you probably won’t
know them since you don’t strike me as exactly the world’s most ardent football
fan.”
    “I’ve never even seen a pro football game.
But I was a cheerleader in high school. Does that count?”
    “Yeah. You’ll see our first home exhibition
game next weekend, the first of many. I want my precious slave in the stands
whenever I’m playing. I’ll bring you out here again on Tuesday or Thursday and
introduce you to the vanilla guys. But tonight everybody here will share our
lifestyle.
    “Baby, I’ve never been so crazy about a
woman before. Ever. Come over here so I can pet you while I drive.” When she
snuggled up next to him he kissed her forehead then stroked her bare shoulder
and arm. “I’m gonna collar you tonight. What do you think of that?”
    She’d thought he might, from little hints
he’d dropped since he got back from training camp. “I like it. I love the idea
of you being my Master, me being your sex slave. I trust you’ll take very good
care of me.” Like a friendly kitten, she rubbed her cheek against his forearm.
    “You can count on that. Here’s the
turnoff,” he said, clicking the right turn signal and turning off onto a narrow
crushed-shell road that led to Rebels’ Roost.
    * * * * *
    Was she ready? Every cell in her body
thrummed with anticipation. Her cunt twitched and her heart beat double-time as
she followed Jimmy into the dark-paneled lodge. From what she could see, there
was a large public room with all sorts of dungeon equipment, even a spiderweb,
a device she’d only seen once before, when her ex-husband had taken her to a
famous dungeon in New York City. Centered in the room was the fucking chair she
imagined Jimmy might use to restrain her for the scene he’d described.
    Beneath the long wrap dress Jimmy had
picked out for her to wear, she was naked, as were most of the submissives she
noticed in the public room. “Nobody is masked,” she commented, a little
surprised to recognize the Rebels’ new quarterback and