Slave Jade by Claire Thompson

but fine for two lovers just sharing a meal.
    He jumped up and went to her door, unlocking it quietly, hoping to surprise her. She stirred in the dark as he entered. He turned on the light and saw her face was flushed with sleep. Really, she didn't have much else to do in there, did she? Maybe he would let her sleep in his room tonight. Not in the bed, of course. She hadn't earned that yet. But perhaps on the floor next to him, or tied and bound at his feet.
    “Lisa. Are you hungry?” Had he allowed her to eat today? He couldn't recall. He thought perhaps not.
    “Yes, sir,” came a weak voice. He really must be more vigilant about feeding her. He didn’t want her too weak to respond to her training.
    “Well, I think you’ve earned a chance to come out today. To eat with me at the table. Would you like that?”
    “Oh! Yes, sir! That would be wonderful. Thank you.” She stood, and Gilbert pointed to the floor imperiously, indicating that she should kneel at his feet.
    “First, my cock. That can be your appetizer. Suck my cock and if you please me, you can come have some pizza with me, and maybe we'll watch TV.” Lisa knelt, and opened her mouth, running her tongue over her lips in a provocative manner. Gilbert unbuckled his pants and let her take his cock from his underwear with her soft hands.
    He moaned with pleasure as she suckled and licked along the shaft, then pulled back and teased the head, circling it with her tongue until he plunged forward, forcing himself down her throat. He held her head and pumped himself in and out of her mouth, gagging her as he held her tight, great handfuls of hair in each fist.
    With a cry he ejaculated down her throat, and then held her head close until the shudders of pleasure subsided. He pulled her to her feet and led her out of the room. Pointing toward the bathroom he said, “Five minutes. Have yourself a quick shower.” She hurried to obey him. He entered the bathroom with her, waiting until she was done. He watched her dry her body and towel her hair. He even permitted her to wrap a towel around her slender body as she followed him down the hall and into the living room.
    He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, but something held him back. She wasn't ready yet for a lover's kiss. She didn't deserve it yet. Instead, he said, “Drop the towel. You know the rules. Naked at all times. Slaves don't deserve clothing, even towels.”
    Lisa let the towel fall and goose bumps rose on her damp skin. Gilbert watched her as she looked around, taking in the bulky, dusty furniture, crammed together in the small living room. The rug was worn and stained, the walls covered with peeling wood veneer paneling. Already newspapers and clothing were scattered here and there. The effect was dirty, drab and claustrophobic. For the first time Gilbert suddenly saw his living space through the eyes of someone else, and he was embarrassed.
    “This isn’t my stuff,” he blurted, not that his things back in his old apartment had been any better. His embarrassment made him angry, and he pulled roughly on Lisa's arm. “Make yourself useful. Clean this up while I get dinner.” The poor naked girl set to trying to straighten the place. As she picked up some trash near the front door she glanced furtively at Gilbert. He was watching her and she looked quickly down.
    If she was thinking about making a run for it, she could think again. The door was chained, bolted and locked. He watched from the corner of his eye as Lisa eased herself nearer the door, pretending to pick up something from the rug. In a moment Gilbert was in the room. “Don't even think about it. It's triple-locked.”
    Lisa looked at him and bent quickly. She held up some dirty clothes. “What should I do with these, sir?”
    “You can put them by that door there. But you aren't to go in there. You haven't earned the right to see your Master's bedroom yet.” He'd be damned if he'd let her make faces at his unmade