Slave Jade by Claire Thompson Page B

She didn't have to put up with this shit. She could probably take this bastard, if she weren't always at such a keen disadvantage
    Gilbert was watching her and she had the sudden uneasy feeling he could see into her head. He leaned forward and opened a little drawer that was hidden on the side of the coffee table. With exaggerated care he slowly withdrew a small pistol and held it up, inspecting it, turning it this way and that in the dim light of the room. Terrified, Lisa dropped to the floor and crawled beneath his legs.
    “I told you I had a gun, Lisa. So now you know you'd better watch your step, fair one. I don't want to shoot my darling girl, but maybe just in the foot would be a good reminder, without doing too much damage to my property.” Lisa stifled a gasp of fear as she knelt on hands and knees, naked on the pale green carpet that covered the floor.
    Gilbert lifted his feet and set them heavily against Lisa's bare back. She felt her face burning with shame. The humiliation of the act was in some ways worse than being tied down and beaten. She was being treated like a piece of furniture.
    Hatred rose in a slow burn, coursing up from her gut and rising in her throat like acid. Surreptitiously she watched while he slid the gun back into the table drawer. If she could have gotten a hold of that thing, she knew she'd shoot him dead. No hesitation. She'd never handled a gun before, or even seen one up close. But if she had the chance, she'd kill him.
    After several minutes her arms and legs began to tire. Her knees ached with the weight of her body concentrated upon them. She sighed, wondering if she dared ask to be let up. She sensed that Gilbert had retreated somewhat. He seemed emotionally distant, instead of effusive and gushing, as he sometimes was. She wasn't sure which was worse.
    Perhaps he was reconsidering having let her out and letting her eat at his table. He wasn't comfortable with that degree of equality. It was clear he’d been embarrassed about the dump he lived in. But she would be the one to pay for his shame. She was paying now.
    After perhaps thirty minutes Lisa's muscles would no longer cooperate and she began to tremble, her arms close to giving out. Gilbert shifted his legs heavily against her. “Stay still, slave. You made me spill my beer.”
    “May I speak, sir?” she ventured.
    “I suppose. Going to complain, no doubt.” His voice was heavy with feigned weariness.
    “Please, sir. I-I can't do this much longer. I'm sorry. I'm not strong enough.”
    “You're not strong enough to support your lord and master for as long as he would like? I want you to be my footstool, and obviously you have a problem with that, is that what you're telling me?”
    “Oh, no sir! I mean, yes, sir. That is, I don't mean to disobey. I just don't think my body will handle it. And sir,” she hated herself now for drinking all that beer, “I really do need to use the bathroom.”
    Gilbert lifted his feet from her back and stood up. Lisa fell back, collapsing against the floor in a crouched position, grateful for the reprieve. “You need to pee. Fine. I need to pee too. We'll do it in the bathroom. Would you like to pee in the toilet?”
    What a stupid question, asshole . Aloud she said, “Yes, please, sir.”
    “Okay but me first. And you’ll help me.”
    Lisa’s stomach sank. She knew where this was going. Master John had described just such a scenario, but, while it was kind of sexy in theory, when it came down to it, with a man she abhorred and feared, it was something else again. She knew she would have no choice in the matter. Meekly she followed her tormentor.
    He stood in front of the toilet. “Open my jeans and pull out my cock.” She obeyed, averting her eyes as she reached into the fly of his boxers to pull out his flaccid cock.
    “Kneel down and cup your hands over the toilet. You know the drill, don't you, Slave Jade?”
    So he remembered too. Of course he did. He had probably invented