“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.



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.