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Chapter 5
I opened my eyes to see Master William walking back into the room, his hair wet. “Good morning, slave. I thought I was going to have to wake you up. Get up and have a shower, we have a another big day ahead of us today.” I was half way into the bathroom when I remember Gina. Master William pushed me into the room and removed the cuffs, my wrists red and a little bit sore. “You have ten minutes.” Although the water felt wonderful, I couldn’t enjoy it as I thought of Gina. “Five minutes slave, you better be ready in time.” I quickly finished washing off the soap and dried off, walking out just as he was about to come into the room.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, with all of the slaves looking at me and then at Gina. I tried to catch Gina’s eye but she would not look at me and I noticed she wasn’t eating much. I didn’t feel hungry either, the thought of Gina being punished because of me making me feel sick. Master William pushed his chair back and I was not the only one to jump, everyone seeming to be on edge. “Slave Gina, I want you in the lounge room right now, Slave Jill, you stay with me. The rest of you need to clean up and then join us.”
My mouth felt dry as I stood up. I saw Gina give Master William a nervous look as she headed off to the lounge. I hoped he would not be too hard on her and wished I had the nerve to ask him what he intended doing. I started as he spoke to me, my attention on Gina. “Slave, in a few moments you will see how what one person does can affect the whole household. I hope this is the last time another slave will need to be punished because of something you did.” Tears came to my eyes as I thought of what I had done. “Master, please don’t be too hard on Gina, it wasn’t her fault.” I gasped as he pulled back my hair, the look in his eyes serious as he gripped my chin in his hands.
“Slave, how I treat my slaves is my business. Don’t ever try to tell me what to do again.” He let go and I stumbled back, shaken by the tone of his voice. “Come on, we don’t want to keep Gina waiting too long.” I followed him into the lounge, eager to have the whole thing behind us. Gina was kneeling down on the rug and looked up nervously at Master William as he approached her, his hand gently running over her hair. “Stand slave. Before we start I need you to understand why I am doing this. You were put in charge of watching over our new slave and you failed in that task. This punishment in to remind you to always be focused on what you have been asked to do. Now, let’s get started.”
Watching the two of them, I could see that while Gina was scared, there was also a certain amount of determination to please him. I realised that their relationship was so much more complicated than I had first thought. It scared me to think of being that devoted to someone who had so much power over you and vowed to never let myself get that way. Master William pulled out a blindfold and tied it around Gina’s eyes just as the other slaves started to come into the room. They congregated together on the other side of the room, their concern for Gina showing in their faces.
“Good, we are all here. Before we begin, I need to remind all of you that Gina is being punished because she did not pay the attention needed to watch over our new slave Jill. However, I want to make it clear that Jill has been punished and after we are done here, no more will be said about the matter. Like all new slaves, Jill made a mistake and I want you to help to guide her in the right way to act.” “Yes Master.” They had all spoken as one and again I could see the need to please showing in their eyes. It was too weird the way they all looked at him like he was a god and I found myself growing even more determined not to let myself be like them.
“Gina has been blindfolded to remind her that she was not looking when she should have been. The reason she was distracted was because she was busy with the vacuum, so for the next fifteen minutes, Gina will have another piece of machinery to be distracted by.” We all gasped as the guy who had caught me the day before carried in a machine with one of the biggest dildos I had ever seen attached to it. He placed it down on the floor while Master William made Gina go down on her hands and knees and then tied her arms and legs in place so that she could not move at all. While Master William used his fingers and then some lube to make Gina’s pussy ready, the other man plugged the device in and placed it on a low table,. When Master William stood up, the table was moved so that the dildo was sitting right at the entrance to her pussy.
I held my breath as the machine started up slowly, Gina’s moans turning into screams of pain as the dildo slowly worked it’s way into her. As the machine began to pick up a bit of speed, she seemed to be able to cope with it a bit better and I felt myself relaxing a bit. Master William walked over to me and stood behind me, his arms pulling me in tight. I wondered if he thought I was going to try to run again as he took my hands and held them together in front of me with one his hands. Gina’s moans were getting louder as the machine picked up more pace and she shook in what looked to be a massive orgasm. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that she still had over ten minutes to go.
“Ok, everyone go and get on with your jobs. Jill you will stay here and watch until Gina’s punishment is over.” He kept his grip firm as Gina struggled as the machine started to go even faster, making her grunt in time with each thrust. I couldn’t look anymore and turned my head away only to have it turned back around. “Oh no, slave, you need to see every minute.” Being made to watch was almost as hard as my punishment yesterday, the same feeling of being helpless washing over me. I knew I had to think of some way to get out of the house, not willing to yet accept that this was all my life would be. Gina was shaken again by another orgasm and I could see the sweat covering her body as the machine continued to pound into her.
Without thinking, I again tried to turn my head away only to have my chin seized tightly. “What did I say, Slave, keep your eyes on her or maybe you might find yourself in her place.” He held on for another minute or so before moving his hand away and bringing it down between my legs. I spread my legs and let his hand in, knowing that now was not the time to appear non-compliant. On the mat, Gina was moaning louder again as yet another orgasm hit her. Looking at the clock, I was relieved to see her time was almost up.
Master’s fingers were rubbing gently along my slit, making me squirm in his arms. I could feel his cock digging into my back as he pulled me against him and tried to block out the way he was making me feel. Gina screamed as the machine sped up even more, her whole body shaking. Just as I thought she could not hold out much longer the machine began to slow down and finally come to a stop. Master William let me go and went down to release Gina from her restraints. I stood and watched, hating the fact that I was too scared to move. Master William gently helped Gina to her feet, removing the blindfold as she cried softly. “It’s ok baby, your punishment is over. Jill, come here and help Gina to the bathroom so she can have a bath. I am trusting that you will not try anything else to get either of you into trouble.”
I knew that now was not the time to try to escape, not wanting to get Gina into any more trouble. Taking her from Master William’s arms, I was shocked to see a look of concern in his eyes. Leading her off to the bathroom, I again tried to work out the nature of the relationship between Master and the other slaves. Gina didn’t say a word as I filled the bath with water, adding a good amount of bath oil so that the bubbles filled the bath. She let me help her in the bath and lay with her head back for a few minutes before looking at me for the first time all day. “Jill, I am sorry I treated you the way I did, I had forgotten how terrified I was when I first came to be Master William’s slave. I do understand why you did what you did, I think once I would have done the same thing given the opportunity.”
Feeling only relief that she was talking to me again, I squatted down by the bath. “Jill, I didn’t even ask how you coped with your punishment, was it too awful?” I don’t know why but I just couldn’t answer her and started to cry. She put her arm around my shoulder and let me cry. “Baby cry, we all need to at times.” Once I had regained some control over my emotions, she got out of the bath and started to dry off. “Sorry Gina, sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed by everything. You know, like I am helpless. Do you ever feel like that?” She put the towel back on the rake and sat me down beside her on the edge of the bath.
“Jill, you will feel that way for a while longer yet, but one day you will start to want to please Master William, not because you are scared of being punished but because you realise he is your life. I am not unhappy here, I don’t even think I could survive in the world anymore, but I am aware of my place. There are still times, like this morning, when I feel helpless, but usually I like the fact that I am an important part of someone’s life. I know this properly makes no sense to you, but I hope in time you will learn to be happy here too.” I was just about to respond, when Master William appeared in the doorway.
“Good to see you two talking again. I had hoped you would be able to get over what has happened. Gina, go and help out in the kitchen. Jill, come with me.” I wondered what he wanted from me now, my emotions feeling raw after the last few days. He took me by the elbow, his silence as we walked down the hallway to a room I had not seen before making me nervous. Opening the door, I braced myself for what I might see. What I did see took my breath away and I had to look twice to make sure I was not seeing things. In front of me was a room with a whole shelf full of paints, brushes and other art supplies, all the things I thought I would never get to use again. Looking to the other side of the room, I saw canvases and paper ready to use.
“Slave, I told you that I reward my slaves when they deserve it and I thought it might help you to see what your reward would be. I know that you were studying art before you were captured, so I have collected a range of art supplies for your use. Of course, you will have to have no more escape attempts and do what you are told to get to use these. Well, what do you say?” I was in shock and it took a moment to realise he had stopped speaking. “Master, thank you.” For the first time, I really felt like I meant it, the thought of being able to do my art again making me feel hopeful.
“Just to let you know that this is something you will get to do, I will give you thirty minutes now to show me how good an artist you are. After that, this room will be out of bounds until I decide you have shown me your willingness to submit.” I hardly even heard what he was saying as I itched to get my hands on the supplies. He must have noticed my eagerness, as he laughed. “Go on, I can see you are already thinking of what you can do. I will return soon.” He left and I didn’t even wait until he was out the door before I headed over to the shelf to see what he had bought. Dismissing the paint, I picked up the pastels and a sketchbook and lost myself in my work. I draw like a maniac, filling up one page after another with images from the last few days. I had always been able to sketch quickly and by the time Master William had returned I had done over ten sketches. I didn’t hear him open the door and only became aware of his presence as he coughed. Jumping, I dropped the book on the floor and he picked it up, his face showing some surprise as he looked at my work.
“Jill, these are very good. You have a real talent.” I felt some pride at his praise and then another emotion began to take over, that of regret that while I might be able to do my art again one day, I would never get to show my art to the world. “Slave, do you not like my opinion of your work?” Thinking of what to tell him, I decided to just tell him the truth. “Master, I am glad you like my work and that you will allow me to practise my art again, but I am sad that I will never get to display my art. Please don’t think that I am ungrateful for all this but I had always dreamed..” I stopped, words failing me as my dream of being a famous or at least well known artist, faded before my eyes.
“Slave, I am sorry that your dream may not get to be a reality but life does not always turn out the way we planned it.” I glared at him, my anger rising to the surface as he dismissed my dreams like they were nothing. Suddenly I remembered what he had said about slaves going on trips to the city with him and a plan began to form. I fought down my anger and dropped my eyes to the ground. “Master, sorry. It has just been such an emotional time and I am still trying to come to terms with all the changes in my life. I will try to make you proud of me.” I had to struggle to keep my voice sounding contrite, wanting him to think I was willing to give up my dreams for him. He seemed to believe me and gave me a hug before letting me pack up the pastels and place them back on the shelf. I found a surge of hope as I thought about my plan, which I hoped would see me free one day.
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