There was a period where I began to think about the future. I'd always known I wanted to have children and a family someday but I couldn't picture that happening with my master. He is very careful about ensuring I take my birth control pill every day at the same time. I can't really imagine him being a father or a husband, even though I love my life with him. I started wishing that I could just pause time and live happily with him with no other worries. I started thinking that life couldn't be all about sex forever and I and I had to get out sooner or later. The longer I left it, the more attached to him I would get and the harder it would be to leave. I thought about leaving for a whole month before I finally decided that it was the best thing to do. The thought of leaving my master made me sick but it had to be done. I'd miss him forever but if he didn't want me to be a proper wife then there was nothing more I could do for him. There was no point in my staying there. I was grateful that he had more or less saved my life and given me a purpose but that purpose wasn't a long-term solution to my woes. I had to start building myself a future. A didn't want to, I had to.

I was crying when I put dinner on the table for my master the day that I decided I was going. I'd already packed up what I owned but I'd left behind almost everything that my master had bought for me. I wasn't sure where I was going to go but I guessed I was going to have to get state help. I was not looking forward to it. My master looked at me curiously when he saw my tears and luckily for me he asked what was wrong. I had been afraid that I would have to speak out of turn and get punished for it.

I explained to my master that although I was happy, I couldn't stay any longer because I had to sort my life out.

"It is a great honor to be my sex slave," he told me. He was acting calm but I could see that he was angry. He insisted that I stay and eat dinner with him and leave afterward. This made me cry even harder. I'd been hoping that he might try and make me stay for good and offer to make me his proper wife. I should have known better, because that wasn't the type of relationship that we had. It wasn't the way that we worked.

After dinner I cleaned up for some reason, just as I normally would. But before I could get dressed my master seized me and carried me to the bedroom. He fastened me to the bed using all of the restraints including the straps around my middle and my shoulders.

"Dreams are fee, slut," he told me. Then the whips came out and he beat the living shit out of me. Afterward, instead of having sex, my master leaned over my naked body and started jerking himself off. There was nothing in my cunt or my ass, nothing on my clit, nothing on my nipples. He ejaculated all over my body and left the room. I lay there shocked. I didn't know to feel. I'd talked myself into leaving and assumed that although my master might disapprove, he would still allow me to leave. I'd been a sex prisoner this whole time and I didn't even know it.

Our usual routine was not followed that night. My master returned to the bedroom much later that night and released me, but he held me tightly and took me to the bathroom. He watched me shower, guarding me. Usually I never showered at night time, but I didn't dare ask any questions. He didn't let me re-dress, but he took me back to the bedroom and put me in his bed. He hugged me tightly in a spooning position, kissing the back of my neck. He told me that if I ever pulled a stunt like that again he would not be as kind the second time around. My master's grip was tight and hurt the wounds on my body that had been caused by the whipping. I didn't dare move, though.

I fell asleep, but awoke in the very early hours of the morning and my master had lost his grip on me in his sleep. Without thinking too much about it, I slid out of the bed, crept into the spare room and got dressed before my master noticed I was gone. I left the house with no intention to ever return, even though it was the most difficult thing I had ever done.