by topaz
Runaway Slave
I shut the door behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. I had been overcome by panic and the feeling that I had to get out of there. I had lived with my Master for six months and everything had been fine until this morning. Then suddenly, for no reason, I had been overcome with fear. I had to get away and as fast as possible. I had quickly thrown on some clothes but my collar was padlocked round my neck and I couldn’t remove it. I had grabbed my bag, checked that I had some money and hurried through the front door. Out in the street, I blinked at the sunlight and pulled a pair of sunglasses out of my bag. I felt somewhat better with those on, as if I were in disguise. I hailed a taxi, gave him my home address and got into the cab. When the door of the cab shut, I felt safer and the further away I got from there, the safer I began to feel.
Shortly, the cab drew up outside my flat. I hopped out and paid him, tipping him generously. I almost ran up the stairs to my flat, opening the door and quickly pulling it shut behind me. I removed my sunglasses and sat down on one of the large sofas. My breathing started to slow back to normal and I was once again able to think. I didn’t know why I had come back here, because my Master knew where my flat was and would most likely come looking for me. Then, as if I had summoned the devil himself, there was a knock on the door and the knob began to turn. Damn, I had forgotten to lock the door in my panic. I heard him call out to me, but remained sitting on the sofa, unable to move. And then he was in front of me, crouching down and taking my face in both his hands. “Why”? was all he said.
“I don’t know” I answered “really”. “Am I not a good Master to you”? he asked. I nodded, tears beginning to spill down my face “Yes you are”. “Then why”? he asked again. “I was overcome with this feeling of panic” I said “I just had to get away from you”. “Do you feel like that now”? he asked me. “No Master” I said “I don’t feel the panic now”. “Do you want to come back with me now” he said “and we can talk”. “Yes Master, I think I do”. “Very well” he said “come back with me and we can discuss this problem”. I gathered up my bag and we left my flat, locking it as we left. He held out his hand for the key and I dropped it into the palm of his hand. I wondered if I was doing the right thing in giving him my key. Till now I had always had this flat to run to if I got frightened or upset. In giving him my key I was breaking all ties with my former life. However, it felt right and instead of panic there was peace.
We drove through the crowded streets until we came to his flat. He helped me out of the car and held my arm as we ascended the steps from the street to the door. As we went in, I felt a sense of apprehension, although the panic had gone. He was bound to punish me for my behavior. “Now sit down on the sofa and tell me what caused your flight this morning. If I had not forgotten my briefcase I would not have found out till tonight. Is that any way to behave”? “No Master” I said. “So why did you run”? he asked. I could only say “I don’t know, I just got this feeling of being suffocated and panicked. I thought if I got away from you, the panic would go. “Do I not treat you well”? he asked. “Yes Master” I said. He looked at me and said “If I have to correct you or punish you it is for your own good, you know that don’t you”? “Yes Master” I whispered. “Now” he said “let’s establish a few things here”. “You still want me as your Master” “I nodded” yes Master. “And you are not going to run away again”? he said. “No Master, never again. “OK” he said “then we will put this episode behind us. “Remember, I only want you here under your own free will” he smiled “you must be my slave because upi wish to serve me and please me. “Now you have to make up your mind” he said “do you stay here and accept your punishment or do you run. He held out his hand with my key and offered it to me. “I will stay here Master” I answered.
“Good girl” he said “I am glad you chose to stay”. “Now there is just the matter of your punishment” he said in a stern voice. “This was a very serious offence and you will not get away with just a spanking”. “No Master” I said afraid now of what he was going to do to me. “Go and bend over that table” he said “and don’t move until I give you permission”. “Yes master” I said and did as hi told me. He then tied my wrists so I was stretched across the table and tied my ankles to the bottom of the table legs, leaving me wide open. He then pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties to my knees. I heard him bustling about and wondered what he was up to. “I decided to video your punishment, as a reminder to you and as a warning to other slaves who might think of running away. Oh no, I thought not only was he going to punish me, he was going to post it on the internet for all to see. My face flushed crimson.
He went into another room and came back with the riding crop. He knew of all the punishments he could give me, the crop was the one I feared the most. He made some final adjustments to the camera then picked up the crop, I felt the first stroke over the left cheek of my ass. I would have jumped had I not been tied down. I heard another swish before my right cheek was on fire. And so it went, him raining down blow after blow. He came up behind me and reversed the whip so the handle was uppermost. He took the end and shoved it up my pussy. I was already wet. “You like that don’t you girl” he whispered to me. He fucked me with the handle till I was ready to cum then removed it. “Oh no girl, we are not finished yet” he laughed”. He resumed his position and laid a savage stroke across the back of my thigh. He struck my other thigh next and I was crying and begging for mercy. He continued to whip me and I begged and pleaded for him to stop beating me. He leaned down and said to me “Do you still want to be my slave”? “Yes Master” I managed to say. “Do you accept that your punishment was fair”? he asked. “Yes Master” I moaned. “And no more running away” he asked. “No Master I promise”. “Very well” he said “I think you have learned your lesson”. I just sighed in relief.
He came round behind me and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I was very wet. I felt him part my lower lips and begin to suck on my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit and I squirmed. I wanted to thrust back to meet his mouth, but I was tied down tightly. I heard a buzzing sound and felt the tip of a vibe touch my clit. I was very aroused by now. I felt the vibe replaced with his tongue and I thought I would go mad with the delicious feeling. Suddenly, I felt something cold being smeared around my asshole. I felt his cock thrusting it’s way in slowly but surely until he was in up to the hilt. He pounded me and fucked me hard. I was on the verge of cumming when I felt his thumb on my clit. I immediately came and felt the waves of pleasure wash over me while he continued to fuck me. He gave a groan of pleasure and shot his load into my asshole. He withdrew and left me there.
He left me bent over the table, ass exposed, for some time while he downloaded the video from his camera onto computer. At last he was done and he untied me and let me up. “You want to see what you look like on film”? he asked. I didn’t but nodded yes. I looked at the screen and there was my ass bared for all to see. I watched the stripes appear across my butt ask he whipped me. It reminded me of each blow I had suffered, as it was meant to. “Tomorrow that goes on the internet to serve as a warning to other girls who might be considering running away” he said. “And I think I will make you watch it every day for a month, so you will never run from me again.
I went and sat in his lap and kissed him “No fear of that Master” I promised “I am home to stay” and I kissed him passionately unable to even remember why I had run off in panic. This morning seemed a thousand years ago and despite the whipping I knew I was where I belonged. He never did post that video on the internet but has threatened to do so on many occasions. All this took place several years ago but every now and then, he gets out that video and makes me watch it all over again as a reminder of what can happen to naughty girls.