Slave Jade (2 page)

Something about sharing such personal sexual secrets seemed to make these girls trust Master John in a way they wouldn't have if they had just engaged in adult sex play in the chat rooms. He would act on this deepening trust, coaxing them to share more and more of themselves.

After a time he would drop subtle hints and instruction, encouraging them to explore what were actually his fantasies, though he would make it seem as if it were their own. One of his favorites harkened back to high school days—to the abduction and forced servitude of his personal sex slave.

Gilbert refreshed his email, but nothing from Slave Jade appeared. Today she was to have sent a picture of her bare breasts. It had been nearly a month since they’d begun to chat and correspond. Master John never allowed women to send him sexy pictures at first. As he intended, this upset and even embarrassed certain girls, who were chagrined he didn't want to see them naked right away.

He would discourage them, gently explaining he wanted to know them first. He wanted to establish a real connection—to find the spiritual link before they explored the sexual. He liked that particular phrase and used it often. And to women used to men panting over them from the instant they logged on, it was refreshing, and for some, a challenge.

Slave Jade had passed the first test with flying colors. She hadn't tried to send him anything too sexy. She had complied when he asked for a face shot. And what a sweet face! It was oval-shaped, with pretty dark almond-shaped eyes. She had dark thick hair that fell in loose waves to her shoulders. Her lips were luscious. Full and pouty, with just a hint of lipstick. At age twenty-two, she wasn't covered in makeup like so many of the women he saw at the mall. She was natural and her skin looked soft and fresh.

He had taken advantage of her vulnerability over her recent breakup with her boyfriend, by at first just being there as a friend and confidant. Later he had teased out her submissive fantasies. After all, she had logged onto a BDSM chat site, so she could hardly pretend otherwise.

Slave Jade had insisted she was merely curious, and he had gone with this, taking the time to discuss the sensual and loving aspects of a D/s relationship.

That he was quoting heavily from online articles he'd read on the subject, pasting in entire sections verbatim, didn't trouble him at all. Let her think he was a master on the subject.

Make no mistake, Master John wasn't seeking a relationship that might lead to something real. He didn't delude himself that these online fantasy girls would really be interested in Gilbert Johnson. No, he contented himself with honing Master John's skills and enjoying the virtual fruits of his labor.

Too often, it seemed, he was so successful that the women he dommed began to be demanding and needy, requiring more and more of his attentions, even pressing to meet in real life. He would be forced to pull back then, to let them go.

But Slave Jade was different. She was sexy and submissive, without being pathetic and needy. She was good at engaging in their sexy banter and cyber-play, without getting possessive of him, or demanding too much attention. And she was beautiful.

So he had gone the next step, asking her for a photo of her bare breasts, as a sign of her submission to him. She had said she would take one with her digital camera and send it to him tonight.

So where was it?

As if on cue, he saw her log on at the BDSM chat site, her screen name lighting up to indicate she was now online.

Master John:
Slave Jade, where is that picture you promised?

Slave Jade:
Master John! There you are. I was looking for you. I can't stay on long, because I'm going out, but I wanted to let you know I hadn't been able to take the picture yet. My camera battery died. I'll be sure and send it tomorrow!

Master John:
That's not acceptable, Slave Jade.

Gilbert felt somewhat mollified by her explanation. At least she hadn't been ignoring him.

Master John:
You'll need to be punished, you know.
He inserted a smiley face emoticon to indicate he was teasing, though he wasn't.

Slave Jade:
Yes Master John.
Slave Jade inserted a blushing smiley face to show her own contrition. He had encouraged her fantasy of being punished for sexual infractions, and he made the most of it.

Master John:
I’ve decided it's time to take another step in our relationship, fair one.

Gilbert’s heart was beating harder now. He was going to take a risk—take the step that sometimes sent the girls running. He was going to demand something in real life. But he thought Slave Jade was ready.

Master John:
Jade, it's important for you to understand that when I ask you to do something, you do it. You don't provide excuses. You find a way to comply, and if you don't, you prepare yourself to take the consequences. Am I clear on this?

Slave Jade:
Yes, sir.

Gilbert’s fingers shook as he typed his next words.

Master John:
Good. Now, your punishment. I want you to take a ruler and pull down your panties, and swat your pussy for me. Three times. Hard. Then you will take the picture I asked for and send it to me. If I don't have it by tomorrow morning, you will be banned. Understood?

There was no response. Had he gone too far? Maybe she wasn't ready. But then the words scrolled across the screen.

Slave Jade:
Yes, sir.

He logged off quickly, to avoid having her be the first to leave. Where was Slave Jade going?
I can't stay on long, because I'm going out
… Of course Master John hadn't asked. Gilbert knew better than to appear too interested in her other life.

Unable to help himself, he fantasized and fumed that she'd already found a new boyfriend. He would take her to the movies and out for pizza. She would be wearing the pretty red blouse she wore in the photo he had of her as background on his desktop.

Shaking his head, Gilbert decided to put her out of his mind for now. He'd chat instead with Sex Kitten and forget about Slave Jade until tomorrow.

The next morning Gilbert opened his email. There it was. A message with attachment from Slave Jade.

Eagerly he opened it, barely reading the apology over being late. They would talk later. Clicking on the paperclip, he watched the picture load and open.

There she was, spread out on his 30” monitor, bigger than life. Her face was sweet as ever, topping a long slender neck, and two round breasts with adorable pink nipples capping each one.

She was perfect. He immediately made it his desktop background, spending a few minutes moving his icons around so they didn't impede the view of those lovely breasts. He stared it for a long minute.

Of all the girls who had sent him pictures, he found Jade's the loveliest. She looked so innocent, her eyes wide and smiling, her lips curved up sweetly, her head tilted slightly, as if she was shy about the pose she presented.

He longed to lean over and lick and bite her perky nipples. If only she were real. Sighing, he stood from his computer, idly kicking the dirty underwear out of his way. If he didn't get going, he'd be late for work. He left his apartment, the image of Slave Jade smiling gently at him from his computer.

~*~

When Gilbert got home the first thing he did was sit down and open Slave Jade’s email. He’d been so distracted by her luscious breasts before that he hadn't taken the time to properly read it. He clicked opened the message and sat back.

Dear Master John, I hope you like the picture. I had to take several because it kept going off before I could get in position. Obviously, I couldn't ask anyone to take that pose. (blush!)

I did as you said, I mean about the ruler. I can't believe I actually did it! I mean, I considered just saying I had done it, but not really doing it. You know, because nothing is really “real” online, so maybe I was only supposed to “virtually” smack myself. But I knew you meant in real life.

And Master John, this is weird to write, but something about you, something masterful, just compelled me to obey.
Master John (for Gilbert had receded as always) smiled loftily, pleased that his Jade had acknowledged this openly. He read on, his cock swelling in his pants.

I sat on my couch, taking the wooden ruler I keep in my desk, and I pulled my panties aside. I felt really strange, but really really sexy too, you know? And I guess I kind of just tapped myself at first. But I knew you meant it should be harder, like a real punishment, and so the second and third ones were pretty hard! I mean, it actually hurt! I don't know how to explain this, but somehow, maybe because I knew you had been the one to tell me to do it, along with the sting, I got a real charge. I mean, (blushing) I got wet! It was hot!

I hope I'll see you online tonight! And I hope you liked the picture! I've never sent a picture like that to anyone before. You are my first.

Love, Jade

Gilbert sighed deeply, pushing back from his computer. Master John was her first. Gilbert wanted to be her first. Her first lover. Well, that wasn't possible, as she'd already had at least one serious boyfriend. But he wanted to be her first master, anyway. Her first dominant lover.

Slave Jade only knew Master John. The tall, suave Master John with the fake photo, and the fake confidence online. Well, she was fake too, wasn't she? This girl wasn't really named Slave Jade. Maybe that wasn't even her photograph, though he believed it was. There was something so vulnerable and shy in her expression. That was no professional photo, even though she was pretty enough for it to be.

He sighed again. Something was wrong. The usually implacable and confident Master John had somehow let Gilbert come too much into the picture while still in his dominant persona. And Gilbert was wishing he could meet the woman who called herself Slave Jade.

But how to do it? Even if he did meet her, what good would it do? She wouldn't see Master John. She wouldn't appreciate that all of Master John's qualities were really inside of Gilbert, locked up behind his bland facade. She wouldn't understand why he had used a fake photo. She wouldn't appreciate that the photo represented Gilbert's true personality.

Nevertheless, once this strange seed had been planted in his brain, Gilbert found himself obsessing about it. How could he meet Jade? What would he do when he met her? Could he bear it if she took one look at him, screamed that he was a liar, and ran in the opposite direction?

No. He couldn’t bear for that to happen. And yet, he had to meet her. To see her face to face. To taste those red shiny lips. To bite those pert, erect nipples. To strip her bare and lay her across his knee for her first spanking. To fuck her until she screamed. Gilbert unzipped his pants and stroked his erect cock, staring into space.

He would have to think on it. There had to be a way. Meanwhile, he logged on, looking for Slave Jade. She wasn't there and his anger surged. Where the fuck was she?

This was crazy. He needed to stay calm. Master John didn't wait for women. He didn't look for them. If they were lucky enough to be on when he was, they might get to speak to him. He wasn't desperate.

Taking a deep breath, Gilbert closed his eyes and willed himself into his Master John persona. He felt himself relaxing. Several of the sub girls online were already sending him messages. Yes, he didn't need Slave Jade. He might desire her, but he certainly didn't need her.

Master John was in the middle of the pleasant chat with a potential new sub girl when he saw Slave Jade log on. Making a gracious excuse, he exited the chat and waited for Jade to contact him. He would not be the first one. That was an important rule he had made for himself, and so far it worked well. Sure enough, in about thirty seconds, Slave Jade sent him a message, requesting they meet in a private chat room.

He entered the virtual room.

Master John:
Good evening, Slave Jade. How are you?

Slave Jade:
Hi, Master John. Did you get my email?

Master John:
Yes. You’re even more beautiful than I first thought.

Slave Jade:
Blushing! I felt really shy at first, but I wanted to do what you had asked. I'm kind of embarrassed, but I hoped you would like it.

Master John:
You shouldn't feel shy, my pet. You are young and lovely, at the peak of your beauty. Any man would be lucky to get such a picture. I thank you again.

There was a pause, and then

Slave Jade:
And my email? What I did? You know, with the ruler?

Master John:
I was pleased with what you wrote. I think you have great potential, with proper training, as a submissive. If you feel you are ready, I would like to introduce you, at your own pace, to more real life exercises.

He waited.

Slave Jade:
I don't know. I mean, I think I might want to, but I'm not sure.

At least she hadn't said, “My new boyfriend would object.” So wherever she had gone out, it wasn't with some new guy. Where did she live? What was her real name? He wanted to know in the worst way, but he knew better than to raise any alarms.

So far he had always stressed he was only interested in online explorations. Per his own party line, one which kept him safe from potential discovery, he had told her that knowing she would never meet him would free her to honestly and openly explore her fantasies, without feeling inhibited or self-conscious.

Feeling reckless with excitement, Gilbert began to type.

Master John:
I live in New Jersey. I think you once mentioned you grew up in New York?
She had told him about her childhood several times, talking about building snowmen and going to see the Statue of Liberty on field trips. Did she still live there? New York was a big state.

There was a pause, and then: