ISBN: 0977100332
I'd like to thank Jeff Harris for making Jade come alive

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          Sir Jason had been telling me for weeks that I was not to his liking and he would be selling me soon. I'd begged at first, piteously at his feet, not to be sold. I'd belonged to him for some five months and had become accustomed to his ways, fond of him, even though his strictness was sometimes more than I knew how to cope with. His pleasure for punishing me was obvious. Despite this, his long lean body excited me incredibly. His soft, gentle eyes and knowing hands had belied his desire to see me cowering at his feet, whimpering in pain. So in the end, I began to think that perhaps he was right. He'd stopped calling me to his bed, using the other women he owned rather than me. Eventually I'd begun to look forward to the sale, almost.

He'd told me to bathe myself well and to make sure I was clean shaven that morning, as my sale day had arrived. I'd spent almost an hour obeying him. I knew that not only my sale, but his reputation as a slave holder would be open to public scrutiny. He'd cut my hair very short when he'd first bought me and it still wasn't very long. I wished it had grown longer but he'd liked it short and, as a slave, I hadn't been consulted. He'd also had my nipples pierced. I'd fought it at first, but grew to love the way they both looked and felt against my skin. The small gold hoops swung with every step and touched me just below each nipple so very erotically.

When I was finished grooming, I'd presented myself to him for inspection and prayed I'd done well. A beating on my sale day would not be good. Sold twice before, I'd seen others beaten before sale and their prices were always lower. Their new Masters were usually not happy with the marks that would sometimes take weeks to heal. Only a foolish slave would lower her own price and anger both her old Master and the new one.

Upon entering his room, I'd knelt quietly by the door and waited for him to notice me. He was engaged in a discussion with his stable man and had ignored me, leaving me waiting for what seemed like a very long time. Finally, the man left and Master snapped his fingers, indicating I should approach him. Gracefully I'd risen and walked towards him with my eyes downcast. With my hands relaxed at my sides, I'd walked with a very straight back, knowing that to slouch was unattractive and would be punished. As I'd neared him, my nipples had tensed with excitement. It had been some time since he, or anyone, had touched me and I smelled his maleness.

 "Stop right there, Jade." His voice was low when he'd spoken to me. I'd stopped where he told me to and waited again. He'd left me standing for several minutes before his next request, knowing I'd be very eager to please him.

 "Show yourself to me, make me want you."

 I'd raised my arms and begun to spin slowly, thrusting out my breasts and sucking in my belly. Closing my eyes I'd moved to the music inside me. I'd slowly caressed my curves, to excite and encourage his desire. Gently, I'd swayed as I danced for him, as well as myself. He'd allowed me several minutes to tease and excite, then snapped his fingers, his signal for me to stop.

 "Very good, Jade. Now, it's time to go. You've been a good girl, just not one to my liking. I'd thought when I bought you, that it would work, but I was mistaken. You're too soft for me." His words had hurt, but I knew they were true. I was too soft and weak to take his punishments. I'd lowered my head and felt the tears flow down my cheeks. I'd wanted so much to find my true Master, as each slave does.

"None of that, girl, no tears now, or I will beat you." I'd gulped back the tears, knowing that he'd take a loss if I was marked. I'd also known that it would, in the end, come out of my hide. He'd placed his collar around my neck for the last time. I'd let my head fall to the side, making it easier for him to lock it on me. The tiny 'click' of the lock had made me shudder, and his hands on me, gave me goose flesh. He'd dropped the threadbare slave cloth over me. It was more like a poncho than anything else. It barely covered my bottom, and was easy to remove, as it had no ties. Lastly, he wrapped the blindfold around my eyes and secured it at the back of my neck. Slaves were always taken to auction blindfolded and barefoot. I knew then that it was almost time to leave. Master roughly cuffed my wrists behind my back, binding me to him. There can be no escape for a slave.
 

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