The New Slave

Chapter 6

 

Over the next few months I worked hard to be the best slave I could be, not hesitating to do what I was told no matter how much I hated it.  Master William began to treat me like one of the other slaves, only singling me out when he wanted to use my body or to take me to the room to play with his bondage gear.  I had been allowed to use the art room a few times a week and this morning he had told me what I had been waiting to hear since the day I had made up my mind to pretend to be the best slave there was.

 

He had called me into his office, opening his legs to let me know I had to service him. I knelt down in front of him and pulled down his zip.  I had learnt over the months what he liked and despite still hating the way it made me feel, I never let it show.  I licked his balls, just the way he liked it, and then worked my tongue up the underside of his cock before taking just the head into my mouth. He moaned as I ran my tongue around the tip of his head, tickling the small hole and then moved my head forward so that his cock sat deep in my throat. Master grabbed my hair but still let me control my movements as I worked my head back and forwards on his cock.  It had taken me a few months to control my gagging and even now I still gagged at times, but mostly I could now deep throat without stopping.  His grip got tighter and he took control, holding his cock deep into my throat as he came in me.  I felt my air lessen as he held me still, finally pulling out as my head began to get a bit dizzy.  He gave me a moment to recover, his hand rubbing my hair to tell me I had done a good job.  At first it had been hard to pretend that I was starting to like his treatment of me, but I just tried to keep focused on my goal of escape.  Now I knew he thought I was becoming just like the other girls, a slave both in mind and body. 

 

“Slave, come and sit on my lap, I have some news for you.”  My heart stopped, hoping it was the news I has been waiting to hear but bracing myself for it to be something else.  Settling myself on his knees so that I was sitting astride him looking into his face, I made myself smile as he played lightly with my nipples.  “Slave, I have been very happy with your efforts to please me over the last few months.  I told you when you first came here that I like to reward my slaves sometimes with a trip away and I think you have earned that trip.”  Inside I was jumping for joy but I just smiled at him, waiting for him to tell me more. “This afternoon I need to go in to the city for the night so that I can attend a meeting early tomorrow morning.  I thought you might like to go and visit the art gallery. I have heard it is quite a good one.” This time I couldn’t keep my excitement down and hugged him.  Luckily he thought I was excited by the thought of going to a gallery, having no idea this fit right into my escape plan.

 

“Of course, I expect perfect behaviour. No one must know your status; on this trip you will be my girlfriend.  Plus you will have to be restrained while I am at the meeting, but we will have a nice meal out and you will get to dress up if you decide to go.”  I had no thought of not going, thinking if my plan worked I would not be around in the morning for him to restrain me.  I couldn’t think of failing in my escape, as it would be the last time for a long time, if ever, that I would have the chance again. He lifted me off his lap and pulled a shopping bag from under the desk. “Here is an outfit you need to wear. Go and have a shower and be ready in an hour to leave.”

 

 I went to walk out, the bag in my hands when he stopped my by grapping my hair.  “Slave, I hope that you appreciate the chance I am taking.  I trust you won’t let me down.”  I looked at him, feeling a slight twinge of guilt at what I was planning to do.  “Master, I won’t let you down, I promise.”  He smiled, one of the smiles he uses when he knows something you don’t. “That’s right slave, for if you let me down, you will not only be punished but you will not get an opportunity like this again for a long time.”  I nodded and he let go, giving my bottom a slap as I went off to the bathroom. 

 

I could hardly contain my excitement as I showered, my head full of ways I might get out of his grasp. I tried not to get too excited, knowing that the right opportunity might not present itself this trip.  Getting dressed after my shower felt very strange, as it was the first time in months that I had worn clothes.  I looked in the mirror, thinking how different I looked, the outfit sexy but not slutty.  I had not heard Master William and jumped as he appeared in the doorway and gave a low whistle. “I know that I like to see you naked but there is something to be said for a beautiful, sexy outfit. But we have to go.”  I took a last look in the mirror, feeling a rush of nervous excitement. 

 

The other slaves were working in the kitchen and I only had the chance to say a quick goodbye, everyone assuming we would be back tomorrow.  Master William left Gina in charge, but with the two men who both worked around the house and acted as guards, watching over the slaves as well. Driving along, I savoured the surrounding countryside, not having seen outside of the grounds of the house before. As the city approached, he pulled the car over into a picnic area and turned to me. “Slave, we are almost at the motel and I just wanted to make sure you know what to do.  You do not speak unless you are spoken to and you in no way try to attract the attention of anyone.  I will just register and then we can head off to the art gallery.” I was so excited that I could hardly sit still. “Now I know it has been a while since you have been out of the house, but you will have to settle down. It would be a shame to have to give the gallery a miss.” 

 

I made an effort to sit still, not wanting him to change his mind about the gallery.  By the time we pulled into the motel, I felt like I was about to burst. As we walked into the motel, it seemed funny to see people going about their lives, free to come and go as they pleased. Master William had his hand on my elbow and I made sure I didn’t look at anyone as we headed to the reception desk.  He was very polite as he got our room key, even flirting a bit with the girl behind the desk.  If she only knew what he was really like, I didn’t think she would be smiling at him the way she was. Once we had the room keys, Master William led me back out to the car and we headed a few blocks away to the gallery.

 

 At first I was lost in the art but then I remembered my plan and started to take note of where the exits were.  It was after we had been in the gallery for about thirty minutes and Master had relaxed a bit, that I saw what I had been looking for. We were in a section of the gallery with a number of sculptures standing on short pillars and a guard watching over the room in the corner. I walked over to the first sculpture, Master’s hand resting lightly on my elbow and just as I turned to go to the next piece, used all my strength to push him into the sculpture.  In his surprise, he let go of me and tumbled to the ground, the sculpture falling to the floor with a loud crash.  The guard came rushing over as he heard the noise but I had already managed to make it to the entrance to the room. 

 

While everyone rushed in to see what all the fuss was about, I walked out, not daring to look back in case I saw him behind me.  My heart was beating so fast and I felt sure I was going to feel Master William’s hand on me at any moment but I somehow made it to the front door.  I stepped out of the gallery and walked down the street, realising now that I was free, I had nowhere to go and no money. I thought about going to the police, but the thought of explaining to them what had happened just didn’t seem like much fun. I was about five blocks away from the gallery when I stopped, realising I still had his coat jacket over my shoulders. He had put it on me when the gallery started to get cold; the looks of admiration in the eyes of the surrounding women making him flash them one of his stunning smiles. 

 

I felt in the pockets and found some paper and a pen, then just as I was about to think I wouldn’t find anything useful, I pulled out a fifty-dollar note.  I knew it wouldn’t get me far but at least it was something. The sound of a train behind me gave me an idea and I ran in the direction of the noise, seeing a station just down the end of the street. I was starting to panic, thinking Master would had made it out of the gallery by now and could come around the corner at any moment.  I ran into the station and bought a ticket for the next train, which luckily had just pulled up.  As I sat in the seat, the reality of what I had done hit me and I started to shake.  I had no idea where the train was going, but it was taking me further away from him with every minute.  The man across the way kept looking at me and I made an attempt to pull my skirt down so I was not showing off so much of my legs, finally putting Master’s coat over my knee.  By then the man had stood and I prepared to run, before he simply walked to the door, getting off at the next station.  My hands were shaking so badly that I hid them under the coat, my mind trying to think of what to do. 

 

Finally the train reached its final stop, a small town about thirty minutes out of the city. Having no choice but to get off, I put the coat back on and headed down the platform, wondering where to go now. I looked around me, seeing a few people heading to cars, but not knowing which direction I should head in.  A voice behind me made me jump and I turned to see a middle aged woman looking at me with real concern on her face.

 

“Honey, do you need some help? I don’t mean to pry but not many people get off here and you look a bit lost.” My intention was to say I was fine but her concern was enough to make be start to cry. Before I knew it, she had bundled me into her car and taken me a few streets away to her house.

 

A warm bath and a bowl of soup later, I was sitting in a comfy lounge chair, while she sat and knitted in front of the fireplace.  I sipped my tea, waiting for her to ask me about myself, but she just kept on knitting. She had told me her name was Helen as she had given me the soup, but had let me eat in silence. Part of me still felt like I was in a dream, but I had really done it, escaped from Master William. I shivered as I thought of how angry he must be and saw her put down her knitting. “Dear, I had decided to wait for you to tell me what is wrong but I just don’t think I can. I know you might not want to tell me anything but at least let me know your name.” 

 

“Of course, I wasn’t thinking, my name is J..Jenny.” For some reason, I didn’t want to tell her my real name. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”  She stood and came to sit on a seat closer to me, her face looking very motherly in the firelight.  “Dear, I can tell you are nervous and I couldn’t help but notice the marks on your body when you got into the bath.  I don’t want to intrude but if you want to talk to me you can.”  I really wanted to tell her about Master William but it was still too soon. She seemed to understand and patted my hand, making me jump.  “Let me show you where you can sleep and tomorrow we will work out what you can do.”

 

She led me upstairs to a small but cosy room and I found myself asleep in no time.  When I awoke to the sounds of birds outside the window, I jumped out of the bed, not knowing where I was. Where was Master William?  He would be angry if I woke him up? Slowly the events of the day before came back to me and I sat back down on the bed. My heart was beating fast and I had to take a few deep breaths to calm down. The knock at the door made me jump. “Jenny, are you up dear?  Can I come in?” It was so strange to have someone ask to come in rather then just barging in. “Yes, come in.”  She poked her head around the door, a dress in her hands. “This is a dress my daughter left here when she moved to the city. I am sure she wouldn’t mind if you wore it.” I could only nod, her kindness overwhelming me and she shut the door again.

 

I dressed and headed down stairs, the smells coming from the kitchen reminding me how hungry I was.  Over a serve of bacon and eggs, I told Helen a story about escaping from an abusive husband and my need to get far away. “Dear, I thought it might be something like that. Now don’t you worry, as I am going to pay for a bus ticket for you to go where you think you might be safe.” I help up my hand to say it was too much. “When I was your age I had to do just what you have done and since then I have tried to help out any other woman I think might need it. If it makes you feel better, you can repay me one day.”  I sighed and hugged her, feeling like I could really get my life back.

A week later I was sitting in my new apartment, Helen having also given me enough money to last me for at least a few weeks. I had bought some paints and canvases, painting some very commercial paintings. As I thought, these had sold easily at the local café and they had asked me for more.  Over the next few months I started to establish a name for myself, or at least my made up name, and gradually I began to feel safe. I still woke in the middle of the night thinking I was back with Master William and had to check all the doors and windows were locked before I could go back to sleep. My paintings were selling well and I found myself working all day to keep up with demand, which helped to keep my mind off what had happened.

 

One day I was approached to do a show in one of the bigger galleries in town and from there I was asked to do more until I was making quite a name for myself.  It had been over a year since I had escaped and I could actually go a day without thinking about Master William.  When I was asked a few months later to go on a local talk show, I accepted, my new name and new hair colour giving me the confidence that I would not be recognised.  It felt so good to be talked about as a rising talent and to have my art admired by so many people. My life as a slave stated to fade even more from my thoughts as I made new friends and attended fancy parties. 

 

I was on my way to another gallery opening for an artist friend, having come home to change, when I noticed something on the table that made my heart stop.  I picked up the piece of rope, my hands shaking as I tried to think of a logical reason why it could be there.  I had no time to move as the hand came down to cover my mouth.  The voice in my ear was unmistakable. “Slave Jill, you have caused me a lot of trouble.  I hope you are ready to make it up to me.”  He spun me around and I was once again face to face with the man I had hoped to never see again. I tried to read his eyes, to see how angry he was, but he was not giving anything away. 

 

He manhandled me over to my couch and pushed me down onto my knees.  I moaned as I hit the floor with a thud and he tied my arms behind me with the piece of rope he had left on the table.  Coming around to sit on the couch in front of me, his hand gripped my hair firmly enough for tears to come to my eyes.  I was in shock, not able to believe he had found me again. “Slave you have a punishment coming, but we will get to that soon.” He looked around the room, seeming to enjoy making me wait. “I see you have done very well for yourself Jill or should I say Jenny?” My heart sank knowing that he knew my new name.  “Master, what …..” the rest of my question was cut off  by a slap across my face.  My cheek was burning, as was my scalp where he had held on tight while he had hit me.

 

This time my tears fell down my face as he shook my head. “Slave, don’t test my patience!”  Just then the phone rang, making us both jump. “Are you expecting a call?”  I nodded, thinking it was properly my friend wondering where I was. “Ok, but you have to make it fast and you are not going anywhere tonight or tomorrow for that matter.” He picked up the phone and held it to my ear. “Julie, sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. I just got a call that an old friend has had an accident and will have to go away for a while.” It was so hard to not ask her to help me, but I didn’t dare.  “OK, I’ll see you soon, good luck tonight.” 

 

The phone was removed from my ear and returned to its place. “Well done slave, I didn’t realise you were such a good liar as well as an escape artist. Now, show me where your bed is.”  My stomach flipped as he pulled me up to my feet, my hair straining in his grip. I walked into my room, standing just in the doorway.  A push made me move forward and he knelt me down on the floor again.  He left me kneeling while he looked around the room, whether to see if I would try to get away or just to keep me waiting, I wasn’t sure.  I did think about running but knew I wouldn’t make it too far and then would only make him have more reason to punish me.

 

“Stand up and come here.”  I did as he asked and moved to stand nervously in front of him. When his hand came to rest on my top button, I expected him to start to take my shirt off but he surprised me by moving his hand to gently grip my chin and kiss me.  It was a slow, lingering kiss and it made want to kiss him back, though I fought the urge. I wished he would get on with my punishment and not make me wait.  As he broke off the kiss I was surprised to see some sadness in his eyes.  He seemed to hesitate for a moment, something I had never seen him do and sat me down beside him on the bed. 

 

“Slave, I need to ask you something. Was your escape a spur of the moment thing or had you planned it?”  He sounded so different from his usual confident self that I found myself telling him the truth without any thought to what harm it might cause me. “I had planned it master.” I shrank away from him, expecting him to react badly to my confession, but he just sat looking at his hands. “Was it that awful to be with me?”  His question took me completely by surprise and I took a moment to think about how he had treated me. “Master, I just couldn’t stand the thought of belonging to someone. I saw how the other slaves almost revered you and just never wanted to be like that.” 

 

He stood up and walked a few paces to the wall and then turned to face me again.  I was unsettled by his behaviour and slight curious too.  “What I want to know is all those months, were you just pretending to be happy as my slave?”  For some reason, I felt ashamed of my actions and could only nod.  “What about the other slaves, were you pretending to like them too?” One of the things I had missed about my time with Master William had been the company of the other slaves. “Oh no Master, I really did like them, I wasn’t faking that.”  “I am pleased to hear that but you haven’t yet answered my original question. Was I that awful to be with?”  

 

Knowing there would be no getting out of answering him, I took a breath before I tried to explain what I felt for him. “Master, there were times when you scared and hurt me but…. but I have to be honest and say that there were times when I did get enjoyment out of being with you.”  I couldn’t believe I was telling him these things.  He came and sat beside me again, his hand coming to rest on my knee.  Flinching, he gripped me tighter, no so it hurt but enough to make me stay still.  ‘Ok, I can accept that.  I was just so surprised by your escape because you seemed to be settling in so well.  You are very lucky I didn’t catch you sooner as I was extremely angry with you for a long time. It was just blind luck that I saw an advertisement for one of your shows and though you look different, your art is the same. Now, it is time to deal with your punishment.”

 

The old Master was back as he stood me up and pulled my shirt open, the buttons flying around the room.  Gasping, I went to move back only to have my legs hit the bed, causing me to fall back onto my tied arms. Master laughed and pulled off my skirt and panties, holding me down with his body.  He didn’t give me a break as he pushed his fingers into me a few times before flipping me over.  This at least took the pressure off my arms but now I found my self with my hands being pulled up by a rope so they pointed up to the ceiling. He spread my legs wide and I felt them being tied off to the sides of the bed.  It was funny but despite my fear of what he was going to do, part of me was thinking how he must have spent some time getting the ropes in place before I had come home.

 

My head was pulled up and I felt a gag being pushed in, one with a ball attached to a band of leather.  He tightened the straps and I felt the ball push in further, the band around my face making it impossible to push the ball out. I tried not to panic; hating the way the gag constricted my breathing.  He lifted my face to the side to check the gag, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “I know this is tight but you do deserve it, also we don’t want any neighbours knocking on the door.”  I closed my eyes and he put my head down facing away from him. “Slave, you are not to move your head until I say so.” 

 

I nodded and braced myself as I heard a sound I knew well. The pain radiated through my left butt cheek, making me scream behind the gag.  The right cheek he hit just as hard and I understood why he had used such a restrictive gag.  He rubbed his hand over my bottom, before hitting me again three times on each cheek, harder then he had the first time. I flinched as his hand rubbed my bottom again. “That was just the warm up, slave.”  I clenched the cheeks of my bottom, but of course he simply waited until I had to relax them to strike again. For the next few minutes he continued to hit each butt cheek in turn, almost hitting me as hard as Master Tony had done so long ago. By the time I heard something drop onto the floor, I was crying and my bottom felt like it was on fire.

 

I hoped my punishment was over but knew that was just wishful thinking.  He rubbed my sore bottom making me try recoil away and then moved his hands down to my pussy.  His fingers started in my pussy but then moved up to my asshole.  It was not the first time he had used my ass but it had been a while now and I was not used to it.  Whimpering as he pushed his finger in, I tried to move away from his probing digit.  “Stay still slave. This is a punishment you have to take.”

 

His finger continued it’s probing, only being removed to dip into my pussy to get more moisture. Eventually he got two fingers in and then three, my asshole being made to stretch out wide.  I heard the sound of his zipper and then it was his cock pressing against my hole and I was sure he was going to rip me apart as he pushed into me.  It was the first time he had not used any extra lubrication and I was in agony as he forced his cock into me. I felt the head pop in and then a rush of flesh as his cock wormed its way into me.  By this time I was moaning constantly and tears covered my face. It made it hard to breath and my head began to swim as his cock filled me completely, his balls resting on my pussy.

 

He stayed still for a moment, though it did nothing to alleviate the pain.  I dreaded him moving, knowing it would hurt like hell.  When he did start to pull back, it was every bit a bad as I thought and I screamed again behind the gag.  I felt his fingers dip into my pussy again and when he pushed in, there seemed to be a bit less friction. He must have put some of my cream on his cock and for that I was extremely grateful.  Picking up speed, he worked his cock in and out, the pain still bad but not so much as at first. His fingers found my clit and began to rub it, his thrusts increasing even more.  Despite the pain or maybe because of it, I began to feel my orgasm approaching. 

 

His cock started to shudder in me and I felt the first of his cum fill my ass as I began to cum under his clever fingers. My body shook as he spurted more cum into me, his cock still filling me until he was done.  When I recovered from my own orgasm, I realised he had removed his cock but that I was still restrained on the bed.  My shoulders were starting to hurt and my ass both inside and out were on fire. I felt the gag being undone and sighed as it came out, only to have him turn my head so that I was facing him, or at least his cock. 

 

He pushed his cock against my lips and I tried hard to ignore where it had been. Knowing what he wanted didn’t make it any easier to do but I opened up and let him push his filth-covered cock into me. I gagged at both the taste and the way he was pushing it into my throat.  Figuring it was better to get it over with, I used my tongue to lick the underside of his cock as he pulled out again.  Then using my mouth, I closed around the head, sucking and swallowing as much of the foul substance as I could. He pushed back into my throat, remaining there until I thought I would pass out. I tried to pull my head back but he had the back of my head in his grasp. Pleading with my eyes, I gagged on his cock, spots appearing before my eyes. Finally he pulled out, leaving me coughing and gasping on the pillow. 

 

Once I had recovered and could breath again, he picked up the gag and held my head to return it again. “Please Master, I wont ..” He didn’t let me finish as he pushed the gag back in and turned to leave.  I grunted at him, shaking my arms and he turned back to me.  Looking him in the eye I again shook my arms. “So you want me to let your arms down? If I do, you owe me, ok?” I nodded my head and he let them down so they were lying on my back.  He left then and I heard the sound of the shower running and then he must have gone into the kitchen.  Soon I could hear him opening and closing cupboards and the sound of cooking.

 

As I lay there I wondered what would happen now.  It was strange that he seemed in no hurry to take me back to his house. Thinking about going back to life as a slave made me feel helpless again and I struggled to get off the bed.  Just then the door opened and Master William entered the room and sat down on the bed. Putting his hand gently onto my bottom, the touch of his fingers made me jump, though the pain had eased somewhat.  “I am going to let you up now, so no nonsense ok?”  I nodded and he released me from all of my bonds and then took off the gag.  He took my hand and led me into my own kitchen, where I could see that he had some food ready for us.

 

“I want us to be able to sit and eat, and then we can talk about what will happen from here. Can I trust you to be unrestrained?”  I had no desire to be tied up and felt too tired to try anything. “Yes, I’ll be good.  I don’t want you to tie me up again.”  He smiled and rubbed my cheek, before sitting me down at my own table. There was a cushion on the chair and it helped me to be able to sit. I was surprised that while my bottom was tender it was not aching like it had after Master Tony’s flogging.  It reminded me again of the difference between the two men. 

 

We ate in silence, each of us seeming to be occupied with our own thoughts. The food was good but I couldn’t eat much, needing to know what he planned for me.  “Not hungry?  Oh well, more for me then.”  He took the rest of the steak off my plate and I waited patiently while he finished eating.  I went to talk once but he held up his fork. “No talking, just wait.” 

 

After he had finished, he made us both a cup of coffee and we sat down in the lounge room. It would have seemed a normal meal among two friends except for the fact that I was naked and he was dressed.  I sipped my coffee and looked at his man who again had control over me.  Putting his cup down, he turned to me with a serious look on his face. “We have a problem that I’m not sure what to do about.”  I played nervously with my coffee cup while he continued to speak. “You have now become something of the minor celebrity, so it makes it harder for you just to disappear again.” I had a flutter of hope that he would leave me alone.  “However, I’m not willing to let you go again.”  My hope left me, making me feel that helpless feeling that I hated so much. I put my head down and looked at my hands, only to find him leaning over to lift my chin up again. “Hey, don’t worry, I think I have a solution that will suit both of us.”

 

He let go of my chin and took another sip of his coffee, making me wait yet again. “Please Master, I can’t stand not knowing what you plan to do with me.” He put down his cup again and stared at me, making me squirm in my seat. “Well slave, it really depends on you. As I said, you are too well known to just take back and anyway, I have the feeling you wouldn’t cope too well if I took you back to the house.”  I looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he was being so thoughtful.  “Don’t look so surprised slave, it is obvious to me that you are not cut out to be a full time slave. That and the problem of you know being well known, means that I have an interesting solution to offer to you.” 

 

Again he made me wait while he sipped his coffee.  “Here is what I have in mind.  You will stay here but be available to me whenever I need you to be.” He sat back, obviously interested in seeing my reaction.  “What do you mean?  Are you saying that I can still continue with my life but then I will have to still be your slave when you say?” It sounded crazy but then it also meant I had a chance of living a near normal life.  “Yes, that is right.  I suppose you are thinking that you could just leave town when I go and never come back. Well I suppose you could but you won’t. Do you want to know why?”  I nodded. “Well, you told me yourself you cared for the other slaves, it would be a shame if they had to be punished because of something you decided to do.”

 

I wanted to say, so what, but he knew that I did care too much for them and worst still; I knew he would do it. Tears came to my eyes, as I knew he had me trapped yet again. “How will I know when you are coming, I mean, I need to travel with my art sometimes.” He smiled, as my question told me I was going to follow his plan. “I will let you know in advance when I am coming and we can keep in touch via email.  By the way, I was curious as to why you didn’t just go straight to the police when you got away from me.” 

“I just couldn’t stand the thought of telling everyone what had happened to me. I just wanted to put it all behind me.”  He put down his cup and leaned in towards me again, making me have to fight the urge to move away from him. “Well, I must say I was expecting to have the police knocking on my motel room door, which is why I moved motels that night.  You know, I am not surprised very often but you really did surprise me. Now that I have found you again, I have to admit I was kind of impressed.”  I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, in spite of the fact that he had found me again. “Of course, I don’t expect anything like that to happen this time.” 

 

I knew that I would not try anything, not wanting to put the other slaves at risk.  He pulled me up to my feet and steered me into my room again. He allowed me some time to use the bathroom before telling me what he wanted me to do. “Lie on the bed, on your back, hands above your head.” I followed his instructions and he pulled out even more rope from under the bed and tied my hands to the top of my bed.  Wondering if he intended to use my body or just sleep, I felt relieved when he undressed and then lay down beside me. He gently squeezed my breast as I felt his hot breath in my ear. I moaned as he pulled my head up and again kissed me tenderly. 

 

“Slave, it is good to have you back.” With that thought in my head, he turned off the lamp and in a few minutes was asleep.  His hand was still resting on my breast and as I had no way of moving it, just tried to ignore it. I fell asleep with the sound of his breathing in my ear and his fingers on my breast. The next morning I woke to the sensation of his cock in my pussy, his hand coming down to cover my mouth as he picked up speed. “Morning slave, hope you slept well.” I had no way of answering him as he pounded away, my grunts the only sounds I could make. He didn’t take long to cum, pulling out and spurting all over my breasts.  He still had his hand over my mouth as he recovered his breathing, only removing it to stand up and go into the bathroom.

 

He left me tied up and his cum hardening on my breasts while he had his shower.  It gave me time to think about how my life would be with Master William back in it.  I knew I should be grateful that he had not been angrier with me or that he was at least letting me continue with my art, but still I felt miserable that my independence would be lost.  I had just started to feel a sense of freedom both in my art and in my life.  I hadn’t realised that I had started to cry until I felt the tears on my face. He walked back into the room just as I was trying to wipe them away. “Hey, what is wrong?  Are you in pain?”  Again I wondered at the complexity of the man and how he really did seem to care about the well being of his slaves. 

 

“No Master, I was … I was just thinking about how my life will change again.”  He sat down and wiped away my tears, before untying my arms and letting me sit up. “I know, slave, that you will find it hard at first to get used to being my slave again. I still am not sure myself if this arrangement will work, but I hope it can. If not, I will just have to take you back with me.” This was something I didn’t want. “No master, please give me a chance. I promise I will not try to get away and will do whatever you say.” I really did mean every word.  “Shh slave, I know you will, it might just take some time for us both to get used to this new situation.  I have to go back this morning but will be back tomorrow night. If all goes well, then we can continue. Now, I am ready for some food.”

 

That was how I came to be kneeling at my door, handcuffs on, waiting for my Master to enter the room. It had been a few months now and though there were times when I had thought of just disappearing, I never had.  The other slaves had all sent me emails and I had even spoken to Gina on the phone and I knew I could never put them in danger.  It was a strange life, but at least I was free most of the time.  The door opened and I saw the feet of my Master enter the room.  “Afternoon slave. Ready for some fun?”  I could only nod as once again I became slave Jill, a slave in name and body, if not in mind.  That part of me I still managed to keep for me