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.