I woke up before Master. We were together in bed. His arms surrounding my waist and his lips pressed against the nape of my neck. I slowly wiggled out of his grasp and placed his hands on the soft black sheets. I slowly took my legs and slipped them off the bed and hoisted my body up. I tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door.
"I have to get out of here." I whispered to myself.
I went to the sink and ran some water and washed my face. I looked at my sore bruised nipples on my caramel skin and tears formed. Anger surged through my veins and I banged my hand on the sink.
"Ow. Shit!"
I clasped a hand over my mouth and listened. No noise. I slip away from the mirror and gripped a silk black robe. Everything in his house was black or dark colored. I think that had a lot to do with why he liked Black females. Thomas was really into the Gothic scene.
I slowly opened the door and saw that Master was still sleeping. I slowly went to the closet and retrieved some clothes and changed quickly and started towards the door. I stopped and looked at Thomas. He looked so handsome with his sandy hair and green eyes. Tall and lean and not too muscular. He was perfect. Almost. Thomas was way too controlling and became jealous over anything. He kept me from my friends and family, and more often than not, my job. He told me I didn't need to work. That he would provide for me, but I didn't want to be dependent on him. Which is what he wanted?
I called my best friend Tristan. "I'm coming to get you. Right now. Just get out of the house!" I hung up the phone and went downstairs.
Tristan was very sweet and I told him everything. He knew about Thomas and how he "owned" me. He lived a similar lifestyle. Only difference is that he shared a love for domination and submission. He liked both a great deal. I would often call him when Master had gone too far. He would always come to my rescue or listen to me as I cried. Thomas hated him. He thought that Tristan was more than a friend and punished me for it.
I looked at the window and saw Tristan pull up in the long drive way. I opened the door and started for him. Tristan smiled but then his face changed. He started waving his hands in the air. He stopped his car and got out and started to run towards me.
"Run! Run! Crystal..." I turned around and saw Thomas.
"What are you doing?!" Thomas looked mad and his eyes were like fire.
"Nothing...... um... Just going out to lunch with Tristan." I tried to smile but couldn't.
"You didn't tell me. You know you have to tell me where you're going always!" He grabbed my arm and started to pull me back, "Get into the house." I wretched my arm loose and started to run toward Tristan.
"Tristan! Don't let him get me! Please! Help me! Please!" I was a couple of feet away from him when I felt something hit me and everything went black.
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I felt so tired. I had a headache and couldn't move my arms or legs. I opened my eyes and Master was staring at me. I realized that I was looking down at him! That was impossible! He was over half a foot taller than me. He saw the distress in my eyes.
"You look so beautiful chained to the wall. So helpless." He touched my face. "I was hoping that you had learned your lesson last time. But I see that you haven't," He smacked my face hard.
"Tristan! Tristan. . ."
*SMACK*
"You Bitch."
He spit in my face and moved away from the wall. Tristan had been behind Master the whole time. He was naked and strapped to a chair. His face was bruised badly.
"Tristan, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have called you." My eyes began to tear and a sob escaped my throat. Thomas walked towards the door and I heard the locks click and I knew that we were alone.
"I'm so sorry . . ."
"It's best not to talk, Crystal. Just do what he wants."
My arms and ankles began to hurt. I looked over at Tristan naked. His body was tanned and well defined. He was tall and long. His cock was hard and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He saw that I was staring and his eyes filled with lust. I started to get wet and I knew he could smell my need. Master had my body so that It was displayed to anyone and everything.
I heard a noise and saw Master entering the basement again. He was dressed in some cut off slacks with no shirt. His body was clenched like he had just finished working out.
"You like what you see slave?" I nodded yes. He walked towards me and started to caress my neck. He ran his hands all over me. Touching my breasts and pulling on my nipples lightly. Running them down to my pussy and sticking his finger in. He lifted it to his mouth.
"Chocolate."
He dipped his finger in again and smiled at me. He walked over to Tristan and shoved his finger in his mouth forcing him to taste me. Tristan's cock stood stark straight and he struggled not to come. Master walked back over to me and kissed my lips. The kiss of Death.
"Did you fuck him my sweet cum whore?"
"No! Master. I love you. I swear it."
