JASON by Candace Smith Page A

heard him walk over to the other slave sisters. She knew that her outburst had cost her extra time while he worked with them. By the time he came back, her nipples felt as though they were going to pop off. The worst part was when he began removing the restraints. As much as they hurt while they were on, it was torture to have them removed.
    The weights were taken off and that was not bad. O cried when the clamps opened and blood filled her tips. “Owie,” she wailed behind her gag. It was just as painful when the ropes were unwound. She cuddled in his lap, and he used the vibrator to let her climax while she sniffled. How the fuck am I going to show her for auction? God, he had to get Nicki off his mind.
    Jason walked upstairs and paced his living room. He finally placed the call. “Can you come here for a few days?”
    “Problem?”
    “Maybe. I might have to get Takeshi to finish them.”
    “I can’t wait to meet this Miss November, Jason.” Makoto replied.
    Jason froze. “You know?”
    “Of course. When I said a central location, I figured you’d opt for Kansas City or something. Hicksville, Arkansas? I knew something had to be up.”
    Jason thought for a moment. “The guards.”
    “They not only watch out for you, Jason. They also watch you. They reported that you hadn’t been in town a week, when you began searching for her. After Takeshi told me you had hacked into her computer, it was confirmed. It just took me until last year to figure out why you never snagged her.” Makoto’s voice reflected a calm confidence. “If you did, you’d have to sell her… and you won’t do that.”
    Jason was silent for a moment, and then he admitted, “No, Makoto. I won’t do that.”
    “We all have our favorites, Jason. I just needed to give you a little push. You told me once that you were not set up for the commitment of a full-time personal slave. I think, maybe, you are now.”
    “Makoto, the girls I have now are a pretty fucked up mess.”
    “It might not be as bad as you think. I’ll be there on Friday and spend the weekend to analyze things.” Makoto hung up the phone, chuckling. He stroked the brown bob of the little slave sucking his cock. In the end, he observed that she might be weak, but she was a cute thing. Makoto decided that until he found a place for her he might as well keep her. Years had passed, and the right situation to sell the slave had never presented itself.
    Makoto arrived at the farm, and after reviewing Jason’s notes he followed him down to the basement. The four slaves were kneeling in their cages, obviously anxiously waiting to find out which one their Master would choose. “Pretty creepy, Jason.” The blank, colorful eyes staring into nothingness was eerie. “Still, I can see how you get their attention and obedience, as they are defenseless.”
    Makoto knew that the girls presumed the blindness was permanent. He had seen them when Jason put them to sleep for the trip overseas, and they would fawn all over him when they awoke and were able to see again. Their gratitude was almost as impressive as the defenselessness he saw now.
    “Slaves, we have an important guest. We are going in order and I expect you to perform well.”
    Oh, shit. J had thought she had heard two sets of footsteps. Her fingers worked her pussy in frantic strokes. I wonder what the Master will want me to do? She heard her cage unlocked, but she waited for the order.
    Makoto turned to Jason and asked, “Denial?”
    Jason shook his head. “God no, it almost throws her into seizures. The slave orgasms twenty times a day.”
    J was unsure if this was good or bad. For the past months, the Master had ordered her to keep herself aroused. She slowed her hands and let them sit on her thighs while her fingers rolled her slick juices on the pads.
    Makoto was delighted. “What is her name?”
    “J.”
    “J, follow me.”
    J shuffled out of her cage, and she stopped. She looked up to where she thought her Master