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The New Slave
Putting down my paintbrush, I looked at the clock and saw I had only ten minutes until Master William would arrive. I covered up the painting and put the brushes away, thinking all the time about the strange direction my life had taken over the last two years. By the time I had put away my paints and put on the handcuffs Master William insisted I wear each time he visited, it was almost time. I felt the rush of fear I always felt before he arrived and worst still, the helpless feeling I hated so much. He had me in a trap and there was no way I could think of to get out of it, at least not without causing some people I loved pain. I took a deep breath and knelt down on the floor, remembering the first time I had knelt before him.
Two years earlier.
As I looked around the room, I could see two naked girls preparing food in the kitchen and in the other room behind me I knew there were more girls cleaning. I tried to get my hands loose from behind my back, but like the last dozen times, they stayed tightly bound. I was kneeling on a cushion, which at least made it a bit more comfortable then the conditions I had been held in previously. The sound of a door shutting and footsteps made all the girls squeal excitedly and run to kneel beside me on the floor.
There were five altogether and by the time I could hear the footsteps enter the room, they had all put their hands behind their head and had spread their knees so their private parts were on show. I seemed to be the only one scared witless and if it wasn’t for the gag I had been made to wear, I would have been screaming for help. I tried to sit quietly but I could not help but whimper in fear. One of the girls beside me touched her knee to mine and though it gave me some comfort, it didn’t ease my fear any.
She kept it there as the man moved around and spoke quietly to each girl, the sound of their hushed whispers confusing me. Maybe this was someone else and not their master, but why would they act like they had if he wasn’t the master. My heart stopped as his shoes stopped in front of me and a hand raised my chin to look at him.
He was not hurting me but I could feel a certain amount of pressure there too. “Who is this lovely creature? Slave Gina, can you fill me in on why she is here?” I wanted to pull away from him, but even in his gentle grip there was no give.
“Master, she arrived this morning with that card that is sitting on the bench behind her.” He let go of my chin and went to read the card. I began to shake, not knowing what he would find out about me and how he would react. When he simply put the card down and smiled, I started to relax, but then he sent the other girls except the one he had talked to about me away. My fear returned as he pulled me up to my feet and again lifted my chin so I had to look at him. I was so scared I couldn’t help the tears that started to run down my cheeks and flinched when he brought his hand up to wipe them away.
Despite the fact he had done nothing to hurt me yet, I was sure it was only a matter of time before he did. “Gina, take our new guest into my room and I’ll be there soon.” His room! I just wanted to get out of there and the last place I wanted was to be was in his room. “Love, don’t worry, it is not as bad as it seems. Come on, be a good girl and don’t make me drag you.” She seemed nice and I found my fear lessening a bit as I let her lead me through the house to a large room with a big bed and a large leather couch. I didn’t have any more time to look around as his footsteps entered the room behind me. “Gina I…”
Surprised as he stopped mid-sentence, I felt his fingers gently touch my very sore bottom. Even though he was trying not to hurt me, I couldn’t help but moan as he turned me around to face him. I heard a gasp behind me as Gina saw my bottom for the first time too. “Gina, go and get that ointment on the top shelf and a couple of painkillers.” I was then gently taken over to a large, soft looking cushion. “Can you sit or would you rather kneel?” Though my knees were sore from kneeling all morning, I knew I wasn’t able to sit yet. “Kneel Master.” Again his hand came to stroke my face, but I still flinched in fear that it would bring me pain. By the time I had slowly settled down on the cushion, Gina was back with the ointment. He took it and moved around behind me while Gina knelt down in front of me and allowed me to lean on her shoulder while the ointment was rubbed in. It hurt, despite the fact he was being very gentle and I could feel my tears wetting Gina’s shoulder. Her hand rubbed my back, something that reminded me of being comforted by my mother and this just made me cry even more. I panicked as the gag was pulled back into my mouth but then I realised he was pulling it back to undo it, and I sighed as I moved my jaw to ease the ache there.
While I cried softly, they both moved away and talked quietly for a moment, before Gina left the room. He came back and pulled up a cushion and sat down in front of me. I had gingerly tried to lower my bottom onto my calves, but it still hurt too much. Gina came back into the room with a glass of water and what looked to be a life preserver from a boat. However, it felt like heaven when he placed it on my calves and I was able to rest my bottom on it, the ring in the middle meaning I wasn’t putting all my weight onto my bottom. He then had me take two tablets and sat back and looked at me.
His gaze made me feel nervous and I tried again to get my hands free. I hated the helplessness I felt and just wanted to feel free again. “Shh Slave, you are in no danger here. Now, calm down and tell me your name.” I could only stare at him. How could he call me slave and then tell me I was in no danger? No matter how kind he was being now, I just knew that he would be as evil as the man who had hurt me and then just gave me away. However, having no wish to upset him, I focused on what he had asked me. “My name is Jill. Please let me go home, I won’t say anything, please!” I hadn’t meant to beg, but it just came out.
The expected anger at my outburst didn’t come; instead I could only see pity in his eyes. He reached out and this time stroked my hair, though I still flinched. “Jill, I am sorry but that is something that will not happen. Your old life is gone and you can never return to it.” The factual way he dismissed my old life just made be cry again, thinking of all the people I would never see again. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and again felt my head being lowered onto Gina’s shoulder. This time she pulled me even closer and I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine. The shock caused me to pull back and I looked to see a hurt look briefly cross her face before she smiled gently at me.
My emotions were all over the place and I just didn’t know what to think. I had not meant to hurt Gina’s feelings but the feel of her breasts on mine just felt so wrong and the way he was looking at me just confused me even more. “Jill, I’m sorry to be so blunt but it is best you know the truth. From now on you are my slave and will refer to me as Master William or just Master. Tell me you understand slave.” “Yes Master.” I so wanted to beg him over and over to let me go, but as he was being so nice I didn’t want to risk making him change. He seemed to relax a bit at my answer but then a look I couldn’t read crossed his face.
“I need you to tell me about what happened to your bottom. I assume Master Tony did it but it is important I know why.” At the sound of Master Tony’s name, I began to shiver and Gina put one arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently. This time I didn’t pull away, her support giving me the strength I needed to tell him about what Master Tony had done. “Master, I ..he..sorry but I don’t know where to start.” Master William didn’t seem upset by my stumbled answer. “Slave, I understand how it could be hard to tell me something that could be personal but I need to know. How about if I ask you some questions, would that help?” I nodded, happy to let him help me. “First, how long were you with Master Tony?”
“Um, I think it was about a week but I’m not exactly sure.” He seemed a bit surprised by this but did not pause in his questioning. “Ok, tell me how you happened to be with him.” My mind immediately went back to the day I was captured. “I was walking home from a late class, having just missed the last bus. I knew I should have gotten a taxi, but wanted to save the money and after a full day of classes I needed to clear my head. I was thinking of the work I had to do on my next assignment when someone grabbed me and pulled me into a van. I must have been injected with something, as the next thing I remembered was waking up with a pounding headache.” I paused to take a breath and was glad when the glass of water was held up to my lips to have a drink.
“I didn’t know where I was but it looked to be some kind of warehouse. I became aware of voices behind me and of how I was securely tied and began to panic. To cut a long story short, it was in the warehouse that two men came and took me to Master Tony’s house.” He seemed to be thinking about what I had said, which gave me a moment catch my breath. “Ok, so what happened at Tony’s house.”
“I didn’t see him for the first two or three days, being kept in a small room. The only contact I had was when I would be taken out for a while each day to be taught how to kneel or address this guy I was expected to call Master. On the day I met Master Tony, I was made to strip and show him my body. He was mean and made me do the most embarrassing things.” I gasped, realising this new Master could make me do the same things, but he seemed too intent on my story to show any reaction. “Anyway, eventually he led me into his room and pushed me onto his bed. I don’t know why I did it, but before I knew it, I had brought my knee up as hard as I could into his balls. To put it mildly, he didn’t like it and by the time he had recovered, the same men who had taken me from the warehouse, had tied me down to the bed on my stomach.”
The re-telling of the story made me feel like I was reliving the whole thing and I had to take a few more deep breaths to continue. I was glad of the feeling of Gina’s arm around me, making me feel like I wasn’t alone for the first time since I had been taken. “Slave, you are doing very well, go on now and finish your story.” I looked at this man, my new Master, and began to see how different he was from Master Tony, at least for the present moment. “The next part is a bit sketchy, as all I can remember is being hit on my bottom over and over until I must have passed out. When I came to, I was in so much pain. I had no idea how long I had been out for but Master Tony was still really mad at me and told me he didn’t think he wanted to waste his time on me. That is how I came to be here.”
I couldn’t bring myself to look up, feeling embarrassed by what I had told him. “Slave, look at me. Master Tony is.. well, I’ll just say we don’t agree on many things. What he thought was a waste of his time I think will be time well spent. Right now you are not ready or able to understand all that I will expect of you, but in a little while, when you have healed, we will begin your training. Gina, I am putting you in charge of our new slave here and trust that you will do a good job.” I looked up at the change in his tone and saw his hand grip Gina’s hair as he pulled her head back. This other side of him scared me and when he let Gina go and reached out to stroke my hair, I kept waiting for him to do the same thing to me. However, all he did was stroke my hair and leave the room. Gina then stood me up gently and led me to what would be my new home.
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