Slave Jade (3 page)
Slave Jade:
I live in the lower Hudson Valley.
Quickly John opened another screen and looked at a map search program, typing in the words. She wasn't that far from him. No more than an hour or two. Good information.
He didn't press further, changing the topic back to Slave Jade's punishment of herself, and what feelings this had invoked for her. They typed back and forth for some time about how punishment can actually be highly erotic.
It was Slave Jade who brought it back around to real life.
Slave Jade:
Why did you ask where I live? I thought you were very firm about our 'other lives' being off limits.
Master John:
Just curious, I suppose
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I'll share something with you I don't usually tell anyone online. There's something about you, Jade. Something beyond the usual online playing and exploration. Somehow I almost feel as if I know you. As if we've met somewhere before. Isn't that odd?
Slave Jade:
Oh my god! That's so amazing, because I feel that way too! Are you from around here maybe? I mean, because of your picture. It's familiar to me somehow. Maybe we actually knew each other from church or something.
This was an interesting opening. Perhaps he could turn this to his advantage and finally learn more about the girl who called herself Slave Jade.
Master John:
I suppose it’s possible. I have family in,
he paused, scrolling the map for likely cities,
Newburgh. Are you anywhere near there?
Slave Jade:
Yes! Wow, it's such a small world, isn't it? I live in Middletown. It's not that far from Newburgh. Like eighteen miles or so. But you know that, of course.
Master John:
Sure.
Gilbert’s heart was leaping and banging against his chest. Middletown, NY. Now he just needed her name.
Master John:
I have some cousins in Middletown. The Andersons. Harold and Jane Anderson, and their children, Jack and Mary. Ring any bells?
Slave Jade:
No, sorry
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Is that your name? Anderson? I mean, I know you said we should never ask, but since we've gone this far? John Anderson? Very English. Very proper.
Master John:
I'm afraid you've got me! You are very quick, Slave Jade. Hey, I guess turnabout is fair play. What's your name? Your real name.
The air thickened around him. Gilbert could barely catch his breath. He'd breached all his own carefully constructed online protocol. He'd never asked a name, indeed, had never wanted one until now. What was he doing? And she, surely she wouldn't give it. Especially not now that he knew where she lived.
But then, she only knew the dashing and self-assured John Anderson. The man who told her he would never meet her—that his interest was entirely academic and spiritual. That the basis of their relationship rested on the freedom of anonymity.
Slave Jade:
Lisa. Lisa Preston.
Chapter 2
Lisa stared at the picture of Master John she’d printed onto glossy eight-by ten photo paper. It was in a frame beside her bed, which she knew was silly. It gave the impression he was her real life boyfriend, when in fact she’d never met him and probably never would.
She’d never even heard his voice, though she could imagine it—deep and rich, stern when necessary, caressing when he was pleased with her.
She lay back against her pillows and wriggled out of her panties. She liked the real life assignments he had begun to give her. She’d made herself so hot with the ruler she’d come almost immediately afterwards. The odd thing was, it had hurt, but at the same time it had turned her on.
Master John had explained this was because she was a masochist, someone who got off on erotic pain, especially in the context of submission. This made sense to her and she wanted to explore it more fully. Not just in erotic cyber-chats, but for real, with a real man. A real Dom. Someone like Master John.
Did someone like him really exist? She sighed as she thought about Tony, the latest in a line of boyfriends. She’d actually thought during the first few months of their relationship he might be “the one”.
Not that she was in any hurry to get married, but they’d gotten along so well. He was handsome, nice and made a good living. He wanted to get married someday and have children.
The sex had been hot at first. But slowly the thrill had died. It had become almost routine. Lisa wanted something more. In a desperate bid to jumpstart their faltering sex life, she’d tried to get Tony to understand her erotic fantasies. What a mistake that had been!
Master John, on the other hand, understood completely. He told her she wasn’t sick for having these desires. He said they were perfectly natural. He sent her articles that explained the romance of erotic submission. If only she’d had that knowledge when she and Tony were still dating. Maybe she could have explained herself better.
As it was, she made a mess of things, though her prevailing feeling when he broke things off was one of relief. Still, the whole thing had been humiliating. She knew she’d be more careful going forward before confiding in real life about her submissive fantasies.
It was a Saturday night and Lisa had convinced Tony to stay in for once. He loved to take her clubbing, staying out late and coming home drunk to make sloppy, brief love before passing out in her bed. While he seemed perfectly content with things as they were, she was bored and stifled by their sex life.
That night she tried to make things perfect with wine, candles and a bubble bath. They both had a nice buzz from the wine and she thought it was time to make her move.
Tony was sitting on her sofa, just in his towel, checking out the baseball score on TV. She came out in a red satin thong and nothing else. Draping herself over his lap, she said, “Tony, I’ve been a very naughty girl. I need a spanking.”
Tony laughed and gave her a playful swat. “I’ll give you what you need, baby,” he said. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
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I want a spanking first. A real one.”
Tony laughed again, though with less conviction. “Come on, baby. Get real.” He pushed gently at her hip, but Lisa refused to be dislodged. Now that she’d said it out loud, she was going to see it through. Or try to.
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Come on. It can be hot. Spank your naughty girl. Please?” She wriggled her ass in what she hoped was a provocative way. She could feel his cock rising against her pelvic bone.
He swatted her again, harder. She squirmed against his erection in encouragement and he smacked her cheeks several more times. Her pussy was throbbing. If only he’d continue.
He didn’t. Instead he stood, forcing her to roll from his lap. “Let’s go to the bedroom. Enough with this spanking game. It’s not right.”
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What’s not right about it?”
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I can’t hurt you, baby. I love you.”
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You’re not hurting me. It’s—it’s erotic pain. You know, for fun. I have fantasies,” she rushed on, as he looked at her with confusion. “Of a strong man. A dominant man who takes what he wants.”
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Well, I’m strong.” Tony proudly flexed his biceps. He obviously wasn’t getting it.
Feeling reckless from the brief spanking and the half bottle of wine she’d consumed while they were in the tub, she went on. “I have fantasies of being taken, you know, by force. Rough. Thrown down, my clothes pulled off, my ass spanked and then my pussy fucked until I’m screaming for mercy.”
Tony’s looked more and more confused as she rambled and she felt heat licking her cheeks. “Jesus, Lisa. You’re drunker than I thought. What kind of sick shit are you spouting? I would never do that to a woman. I respect women. I can’t believe you’re talking like that.” He held his towel protectively around his groin, like she might come lunging after him, demanding to be raped.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Lisa stomped off to her bedroom, only half caring if he followed or not. He did follow, dropping his towel along the way. His body was good, with firm abs, a broad chest and a nice ass.
Determined to give it one more go, Lisa straddled him and playfully pulled his wrists over his head. “Wrestle with me, lover boy. See if you can pin me down and have your way with me.” She gripped his wrists while squeezing his sides with her thighs. He didn’t move. “Come on, baby. Fight me. Take me by force. Show me what a strong man you are.”
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Lisa, what is with you? It’s like I don’t even know you. What is this crap? Get off me, lie on your back and spread your legs. You’re giving me the creeps.”
Furious and deeply embarrassed, Lisa rolled away from Tony, clutching her pillow as hot tears pricked her eyelids.
Tony touched her back, his voice now concerned. “You getting your period or something?”
Lisa was too astonished at this asinine remark to reply at first. Then she saw it as the out it was. “Yes. You better leave me alone. I’ll bleed all over you.”
Tony, who always gave Lisa a wide berth when she was menstruating, patted her shoulder. “Okay then. You probably have cramps and all. I’ll just, um, say good night. I’m just going to catch the end of the game. I’ll let myself out.”
“
You do that.”
~*~
Lisa Preston. The words rolled on his tongue like sweet wine as he drove to work the next morning. Lovely Lisa. Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. It had taken all his self-control, but he'd steered the conversation away from real life after her revelation, not wanting to make it seem too important.
They chatted for a while longer, and it was he who ended the connection, leaving her to perform a real life exercise of masturbating, and stopping just before her orgasm. She was to do this several times before finally allowing herself to come.
This was to teach her about self-control, he'd told her. Submissives must learn absolute self-control, so they only do as their Master wishes. They should learn to sublimate their own desires to those of their Master. And the Master, if he is worth his salt, will see that the submissive's needs are met, and that she is fulfilled. It's a romantic connection, he'd emphasized, pouring on the sweetness toward the end, though he didn't believe a word of it.
Lisa would be perfect.
Young, beautiful, compliant, eager. She definitely had submissive tendencies, tendencies he would exploit and control once he had her in his possession. He was sure he’d have no problem training his lovely slut—shaping her to his ideal of the submissive nymphomaniac he carried in his imagination.
How to entrap his darling girl? He couldn’t very well just show up in Middletown, New York and knock on her door. She would never go out with him. Not with Gilbert. Not willingly.
He mused on this as he turned into the mall parking lot. He switched on the radio while scoping out a parking spot. Employees weren't allowed to park too close in, instead relegated to back lots, which infuriated Gilbert. Because he was a few minutes late, even most of those spots were taken, forcing him to circle farther and farther out.
