“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 caf 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.