Shadows in Mind Ch. 06

Jade

The Goddess paused in Her work, and looked at the Stars. She thought of the many worlds, and felt the abundant life in Her galaxy. Alas, something was missing. She thought on it for many millennia, as the creatures on Her worlds stirred and lived. She sought comfort and companionship, but there was none to be had. And so, at long last, She knew what was missing.

She took her golden locks, shimmering with the stuff of stars, and cut them. She gathered up the tresses, and with a smile whispered a blessing, and with a warm heart She blew her love over the curls, granting just a dusting of Herself. And She scattered those hairs throughout the Universe.

They took root in many places, and the life there grew strong, and tall, and Woman stepped forth in Her many forms, in many places and times. And Woman looked to the Goddess, and as one, thanked Her. And the Goddess was pleased; the empty spaces that had worried Her so were filled.

-Excerpt from The Book of Righteousness

Tripper glanced at the floor as the door opened. He kept his eyes down, expressing nothing when Cinnamon turned back the way they had come. He knew someone stood nearby smelling faintly of flowers; it had to be a woman, which meant the Madam he had come to see, holding the door open. But he kept his eyes downcast -as much as he didn't want to -as expected of a slave.

"Come inside," a soft voice said at last.

Tripper shuffled inside, looking down. He stopped just beyond the threshold of the door, and waited in silence.

A finger on his chin pushed his head up, and he took in the woman before him. "And I thought you were supposed to be a stubborn one, unwilling to accept your station." She smiled at him wryly, dark eyes twinkling in amusement. Green hair was pulled back in casual pony tail, a few loose bangs hanging down in front of her face. Her skin was smooth and the color of chocolate. She wore a tight black leather vest, bare at the shoulders, the top button undone and showing the bare minimum of cleavage. Below a wide leather belt with a large silver buckle, her shapely legs were wrapped in a matching pair of leather pants. Short spiked boots completed the picture.

"Today, slave, you are going to learn to serve," she told him. Her smile never wavered, and her voice sounded amused. "But don't get excited," she said, glancing down at his penis. "This isn't going to be anything like what you did with Lucinda. I am Madam Jade."

"Yes, madam," Tripper answered, his expression neutral.

Jade drew closer, zooming in on his eyes, stopping with her face only inches away, staring intently. She pulled back suddenly, her smile widening. She winked at him as she turned away, moving deeper into the residence. Tripper remained still, wondering why the strange woman had looked at him like a specimen under a microscope.

She sat on a white leather sofa, leather creaking under her. She slowly crossed her legs, settling back into the couch. She raised one dainty arm, cocked a finger, and pointed at a spot on the floor in front of her. "Kneel," she commanded.

Tripper moved to obey. He walked quickly to the sofa, and kneeled down in front of her, his eyes down again.

"Hmmm," Jade purred. "Not bad. And to think you have half the house all in a tizzy. Of course, the other half is lining up for a chance at you," she laughed. "Your form is off. Separate your legs, as if presenting that little worm for inspection. Hands behind your back; you should be just about touching your elbows. Yes, like that," she added as Tripper adjusted accordingly. "Now, straighten your back, and thrust that chest out. Very good. Now, look up at me."

Tripper glanced up tentatively. He knew he was not supposed to make eye contact, and was worried it was a trick question.

"Good," Jade continued. "You do not want to look at the floor; you would miss any gestures I made at you. You want your gaze to be always lower than your betters, and you do not want to make eye contact. Looking up and perhaps off to the side is best. You also do not want to be caught staring at something without permission that you should not be." To illustrate, she grasped her breasts lightly, hefting them just a bit in their leather confines, and laughed carelessly as Tripper tried to avoid watching.

"This is the position you assume if you are told to kneel. When presenting yourself to a Madam, you should assume this position as well. Next time I answer the door, I expect to see you in this position in the hall. It tells me you are submitting yourself to me, and that your body and mind are mine."

"Yes, Madam," Tripper answered. It was degrading, no doubt, but at least no one was beating him or reaming his ass. At least so far.

Jade stood, and moved away from the couch. Tripper followed her with his eyes, careful not to look too high. She paused at a shelving unit, and picked up a small figurine of a busty woman, arms held high as if in celebration.

"Good," she commented, looking back at Tripper. "You stay kneeling until told otherwise. But your focus must be on whomever you are serving, so you do not miss anything. I might not wish to waste my breath on a creature such as you, and gesture with a look or a wave of my hand; I will expect you to respond as if I had given you a clear, direct instruction. Misunderstandings will not be tolerated." She held the figurine up so Tripper could see it clearly. "The Goddess," Jade explained. "She rules this place, and keeps us safe from outsiders. She is the one that taught us our place, and showed us yours. Men are here to serve us. Simple. You exist entirely for the pleasure of women. Your every thought must be of us, of how you can serve us, make us happy. Can you do this, slave?"

Tripper's eyes flicked down and then back up. He almost had to bite his tongue to keep from swearing. "Yes Madam, I have learned my lesson. I... Understand that it is my place to serve," he said instead.

Jade laughed, a sweet sound, and glanced at him. "Do you think you are fooling me?"

Tripper swallowed. "I do not understand, Madam."

She set down the figurine, and moved closer. She stood over him, her smile frightening and sexy at the same time. She prodded his cock with the tip of her shoe, gently. "My tor is empathy," she whispered with a grin. "You cannot hide your anger and hate from me." She turned away, stepping to one side. Slowly, she kicked off one of her boots. "But it doesn't matter," she continued. Her second boot came off with a gentle shake of her leg. "You see, I have seen it a hundred times before. Why, I won't even spoil your secret to Mistress Victoria. You pretend to serve, and do as you're told, to avoid punishment. It will work. The others will reward you; pat you on the head like a good little puppy." Slowly, she unbuckled her belt, and then her pants.

"You will resent it. Seethe, and boil. Inside, you will rage at the treatment." She bent at the waist, and slowly pulled the pants down, like shedding a second skin, revealing dark, toned legs; skin as smooth as butter, the lights in the room reflecting off of them. Despite himself, Tripper felt his member stirring, rising against his will.

"But you see, slave, over time it will change. Routine will set in. You will become used to doing what you are told." She dropped back into the couch, sinking in, arching her back and stretching like a cat. "And you will come to like the rewards." She thrust her feet out towards him, and he took them in his hands intuitively, leaning forward. He started rubbing them, his eyes on her toes. "Before you know it, you will be content."

She smiled, and wiggled her toes. She sighed as he moved his fingers up her calves, rubbing and massaging. "You see?" she taunted, nodding at his now hard cock. "You are enjoying yourself. Do you see how giving me pleasure rewards you, giving you pleasure? That is the pleasure of serving you feel."

Tripper wondered. He figured he just liked a nice pair of legs, and a hot piece of ass wearing nothing but panties and a leather vest in front of him. He had done far worse for a buck or two in his time. Rubbing a nicely sculpted calf was certainly better than being raped anally. He rubbed a little higher, moving his hands towards her thighs; his member stiffened more at the thought.

Jade pulled her legs away, turning to lie on the couch; she laughed when she sensed Tripper's sudden disappointment. "Go to the kitchen and get me a glass of Rynberry juice. I like three cubes of ice."

Tripper stood, and blushed. His cock stood out from him obscenely, and he hated that the massage had been ended. He walked to the kitchen, aware that his erection waggled as he walked. A moments rummaging through the cupboards found a glass, which he quickly filled from a jar of red juice in the fridge. He added a couple cubes of ice and returned to the sofa; he stood there awkwardly, his gaze flickering from the juice to the couch, unsure what to do.

"And now you kneel, of course," Jade explained with a sigh of exasperation. "One arm behind your back, and the other holding the drink out within easy reach for me, should I decide to have a sip." She was reading something on a datapad, and barely glanced at Tripper as he assumed the position.

Suddenly, she glanced in his direction with a frown. She was staring directly at his crotch. "Your thing is soft again. Now, this bit of etiquette will be different depending on who you see, but I prefer you keep it hard in my presence." She rubbed her legs sensually, and Tripper felt his penis twitch and start to harden. "Other's will prefer you do not have an erection without being commanded to do so; they will likely use pain to ensure this." She smiled at him. "You may use your free hand to resolve the issue." She sighed, and turned her attention back to the datapad.

Blushing, still holding the drink out in his left hand, he reached down with his right. Inwardly, his anger was burning as hot as his cheeks. He took his cock, semi-hard already, and began to stroke it slowly. It did as expected, and grew more rigid in his grasp; he continued stroking, unsure if he was supposed to stop.

"A little faster," Jade commanded. Still, her attention seemed to be on her datapad. With a nearly inaudible grunt, Tripper increased the pace. He worked his cock at a steady pace, his balls slapping against his thighs. A sticky tendril of precum now attached the tip of his cock to the floor.

"Stop," Jade ordered. "I like it when they leak," she admitted. "It lets me know you are enjoying making me happy. As it should be, of course." She reached over, and took the drink from him, tasting it before handing it back.

"The bathroom is down the hallway, first door on your left," she suddenly explained. "In the bathroom, there is a cubby next to the tub. In it, you will find the cleaning supplies. I expect the bathroom to be spotless when you are done."

Tripper glanced to the side, and then to the drink he was still holding.

"Go!" Jade snapped.

Tripper stood, and set the drink down on a coaster on a small table, crafted of some sort of smoky glass, next to the couch. Not waiting for another order, he hurried off to the bathroom.

* * *

The sun had dropped behind the distant mountains on the far side of the valley when Tripper stepped out unto the large balcony. It had been a very long day. He was hungry and tired, and his knees, back and neck ached; his cock had been kept hard all day, and was throbbing and sore. But, on the bright side, the ever present headache was actually absent for once.

The balcony opened off of a gigantic bedroom, through a pair of massive glass doors. It faced the open valley below, enclosed by wrought iron railings tangled with the growth of local vines and flowers, offering a privacy screen that did not obstruct their view, but hid the occupants from anyone in the yard below. Madam Jade, dressed in a black silky evening dress, was seated at a small bistro table, having just watched the sunset.

Carrying an evening cocktail, Tripper assumed the position before her, kneeling, offering the drink and avoiding eye contact. She took it without glancing at him, and took a sip. He placed his free arm behind his back, and waited.

After cleaning the bathroom to her satisfaction, which took several inspections and quick punishments at his lack of attention to detail, he had spent the morning cleaning the kitchen. He had served the Madam lunch, prepared by someone else with far more culinary talent than he; the scraps she had not finished had served as his lunch, eaten over the sink as he cleaned the dishes. The afternoon had been spent doing laundry, dusting, and organizing a rather extensive collection of ancient paper books. Overall, it had been his best day yet, with no one attempting to kill or rape him. The drudgery of housework had been a surprisingly welcome change, even if it chaffed that he was doing so because he had no choice.

Madam Jade's eyes flickered briefly, glancing at his obscene erection and its leaking, slick tip. She smiled briefly, and her gaze again turned to the evening sky. "You see?" she announced suddenly, her voice quiet. "A single day of service, and you are feeling settled and content. Oh, I still feel your resentment, your anger. But do you see how much easier things are when you do as the Goddess intends? On your knees, living only to serve, brings you such peace. Much better than humiliation and pain. You have done very well, today, slave." She reached down and ruffled his hair, as if she was stroking a prized show dog.

Jade laughed gently as she felt a spike of anger from Tripper at the gesture.

"Yes, Madam," he answered, trying to bury his real feelings. He had no real choice, after all. "It has been a pleasure to serve."

She laughed again. "Such performance deserves a reward, I think. Don't you agree, slave?"

Eyes down, Tripper answered carefully. "Whatever you think, Madam. I live to serve." He had to struggle to keep the sarcasm from his voice, which only made her laugh again. He knew that she sensed how he really felt, and he knew it amused her that he worked so hard to try and hide it. "Slave's deserve nothing, after all. I will only take what you offer, knowing that it might make you happy."

Madam Jade barked a laugh, and clapped her hands together. "Excellent answer, boy! You would fool nearly anyone, I think. Very good! But a reward... Well. I would like to let you play with those boy bits enough to actually enjoy it, but I'm afraid that is prohibited for now. A pity. I would enjoy seeing what you have saved up for me today. So, how shall I reward you?" She glanced down at him, and grinned wickedly. Tripper kept his gaze down, concentrating on her slim ankles.

Jade sat back in the chair, slumping, her butt moving forwards towards the edge of the chair. Her hands found her breasts, larger looking in the looser confines of the gown. She met his eyes and saw them flash; he followed her gaze down and took it as permission to watch. Her hands cupped and fondled gently, and then moved downwards, around the generous mounds, smoothing out the silk over her tummy, pulling it taunt and drifting downwards. Her hands met at her pelvis, the material now tight enough that a lack of underwear was obvious. She sighed briefly as her hands passed her mound, continuing to her legs. "A reward fitting a new slave," she murmured. Her hands continued lower, reaching the hem of her dress at about mid-thigh. Her carefully manicured fingers curled, taking hold of the hem, and changed direction. Slowly, dragging the material with them, her hands started up towards her hips.

Tripper watched fascinated, biting his lower lip and grimacing. Evil bitch she was, but there was no doubt that Jade's mix of authority and sexuality, her perfect dark skinned body, had his engine roaring. His mouth went dry as she slowly, slowly revealed more leg. He had to fight to keep his hands behind his back as the material passed the point where her legs met, and he saw the first curls of her dark pubic hair. She continued, lifting her hips briefly to tug the dress up around her hips, and Tripper groaned faintly as she arched her back, thrusting her pelvis. Just as he had no choice but to do her bidding, his body left him no choice but to appreciate the vision before him.

"You," she whispered, and her legs parted, her trimmed pubic hair pointing down to her glistening wetness. "May worship me, slave. Having your tortured thoughts in my mind all day, with your lean build and full manhood taunting me, has left me a bit in need of attention."

He couldn't resist. He wanted her. He leaned forward, but she stopped him with a bare foot on his chest and an arched eyebrow, as if to say forgetting something?

Of course. He had forgotten his place. Staring at her bared center, he shuddered. "Sorry, Madam. Thank you for the honor of worshiping you." She nodded with a smile, and removed her foot. Tripper moved like an arrow shot from a bow, his hard-on bobbing between his legs as if it was nodding its approval.

His cock was throbbing, desperate for release, to be touched, anything. Days of teasing with no release, and now he was buried in another wet pussy. He whimpered, knowing he could do nothing about it, as his touch darted out to prod at her thick, dark lips. Tripper felt himself again dripping as Jade moaned above him, as his tongue painted patterns around her tunnel.

Laying mostly on her back, she lifted her legs; she grabbed her ankles, pulling her thighs down against her flat tummy, leaving her fully exposed and open. As his tongue continued its work, she grunted and pushed her pelvic up against him harder.

Tripper reached up with his hands, and using gentle fingers, pulled her open more, revealing her shiny pink center. He lapped at her, from just above her anus to just below her clit in long steady strokes, his tongue pressing hard. His thumb found her clit, wet in her own juices, and he gently rubbed it, making tiny soft circles. More moaning, and he thrust his tongue deep into her. She gasped at the penetration, her thighs quivering. He knew it wouldn't be long.

Using his tongue as a substitute for the cock he was forbidden to use, he thrust in and out faster and faster. His fingers began to lightly pinch her clit. Jade started to buck against him, meeting each thrust with one of her own, pushing his touch deeper. Her legs locked suddenly, tight against her body, with her toes pointed towards the ceiling; she went silent, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Her pussy was pulsing and clenching around his tongue as he continued to thrust, and her juices were splashing over his face like a broken faucet.

As suddenly as her orgasm started, it was over; her body went slack, her legs dropped to the floor next to him with a thud. With a final groan, she lifted a foot, and pushed him back and away. His face and hair was drenched, and her fluids were running down his slim chest.

"Dismissed," she managed to gasp. Keeping a curse to himself, Tripper rose and left, guessing he would not be permitted to clean himself off first. Behind him, Jade settled into a contented sleep.