Be My Canvas Ch. 01: Canvas

Author's note: I want to thank the workers of Literotica for letting me know that I had more edits to be made before submitting this story once again. Also want to thank a special friend who shall stay nameless but he knows who he is. For those of you who may not know. In Asian countries, the last name is spoken first then their first name last. All names and places are not real. This is a fiction story.

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Chapter 1 Canvas

6 months in her new flat in San Francisco, California. Ishikawa Gashu age 26 has made her home here. She is a beautiful woman at 5'2" with dark black hair, Soft pale olive skin, and Asian brown eyes. She is smart and very wealthy. Her name Gashu means elegant, artist, and painting/painter. She showed many of her wonderful works of art in four galleries. From oil painting, watercolors, acrylics, sculptures and even photographs. Anything she put her creative mind in, it would sell. Her hidden talent is that she can fight like a ninja. She felt that she was missing something in her life. She would like to have a man that could love every part of her.

She could not help that she has a free spirit with just a touch of some dominant nature. Every relationship she had ended quickly. For most men had trouble with her strength, traveling, her wealth, her knowledge, her free nature. She is the one to hold back sex keeping her virginity intact, some had trouble submitting to her and or they did not click. What made it even more impossible, was the wall she built around herself.

Her artistic mind took her to many parts of the world. This day of all days will change her life as she looked at the paper, contemplating if she should go, or not go to this slave trade place. One of the women who has been a raving fan, friend and bought three of her artworks. Today she buying another as they spoke.

Shain became good friends with Gashu. Shain had told her about this slave market and trade. "They move locations on a weekly basis." Seeing Gashu interest, she wrote down the address and the password knocks for the door on a paper, along with a $28,000 check for one of Gashu latest sculpture.

Gashu pondered, pacing back and forth by her car. She was already dressed to go. She thought to herself. 'Why should I not go' as she got into her 1969 hot pink collector mustang. Today she chose to keep the top closed. Once she arrived she parked her car, locked it, and head towards the building.

The place looked worn down from the outside. She wonders if she got the wrong address but she gave the special knock at the door. The door would open and when she entered, it was very high class. It had elegant tapestry and the place was wonderfully decorated. Everything in the building was old Victorian style and she took in the atmosphere looking around.

She found Shain and they talked a while. Shain then brought her to one of the workers. He was good looking but yet he had a thug feel to him. He is one of the many Socrates' men that has been working under him. Shain had whispered in the man's ear. She let him know what Gashu hope to find and what she could afford to pay. The man listens and guided them through the crowd. "This may be some slim pickings for what you are willing to spend."

He took her to the lower end of the auction and hope she may find something there. Many men and women slaves to be bought off to the highest bidder or a reasonable trade. Gashu surprising herself that she went so low to be here, though she felt a desperate need and kept walking.

Shain smiled and walked off letting her enjoy her search on her own. Most of the slaves look good and groomed their body looking quite healthy. They move further away from the good ones. Gashu moved down the steps to the darker basement to the less taken care of slaves.

The man turned to her. "From here on down is more to your cost of bidding or trading." He walked back leaving her alone.

So she took a good look around. There were more women than there were men. She watched as a line to be hose down and clean. She would find a few reasonable men. Giving a good look over the few men there. The slave's eyes are blindfolded and nude, except for one.

This man is in a small cage. She could barely see a pink cage over his cock in the position he was in. He is very thin that you could almost see his bones, bruised and lash marked with dried blood on his body. His dingy black hair was matted, his face bruised He was lying in his cage in a fetal position, blindfold, with a gag ball in his mouth. She covered her nose and mouth for the smell of urine on him. She listens to the two women arguing loudly about him.

Angela spoke fearfully. "I tell you we should not be here. We will be lucky to get anything for him."

Tiff was wanting a healthier young male slave. "Well, he is no use for us anymore."

"But Master will punish us."

Tiff's anger rose, "There so many here he won't know, plus we can say he died... Look at him. He won't make another month under your Master's treatment. We can sell or trade him off. It's time for us to get a healthy one. If no one buys him will just take him to your brother's slaughterhouse."

Gashu heart was torn to hear what plans they have for him. As an artist, she wonders if she could bring life back into his wretched body. She is willing to take that chance. She patted the ladies shoulder. "I have proposals for you two ladies."Gashu handed each of them her business card.

Angela stammer. "Ohhh.. y...you are the uprising artist at Mon Shay Galleria."

"Yes, and my proposal is a trade. Your slave for one of my artworks of your choosing in that gallery, but I want the cage he is in, collar, gagged, leash, gag ball and shackles delivered to my residence."

Gashu then wrote her address on the card. "I also want him well fed once tonight and two times tomorrow, with good food. He is to be cleaned, smelling good, and a warm blanket for him tonight. I want him well dressed, all information, files, and records you may have to be brought to the Mon Shay Galleria by late afternoon around 4: pm. Make sure he is well groomed, and he must walk normally at the gallery, Yet keep his blindfold, and do not tell him a word, of where he is going, or what may happen to him."

Tiff excited to get rid of him."OH WOW, that is more than what he is worth, even with the items and things you asked for."

The two ladies nodded and shook hands in agreement with her. Gashu took one last look at him. An idea, just like that, and her muse inspired another painting. She would do it as soon as she settled home. Gashu and the two ladies went to the accounting office where they read the contract and added their own agreement.

They signed the contract knowing fully well if any broke this contract. They would suffer under the hands of Socrates. A Russian mafia warlord none wish to see his wrath. They handed the contract over waited and got copies of this contract. Then Tiff took off her necklace with a small little key on it. "You may want this. It is the key to his pink cock cage."

Gashu smiled and bow. "Thank you. I almost forgot about this. Are you sure you will not need it tonight?"

Angela shook her head no "We will not need it. We are going to hunt for a new young slave after we deliver him to you."

Gashu privately prayed in her mind that they would get caught. She would hate to know of another young man being deprived like this slave she bought. For now all of her focus was in a way to help this slave. She hopes that she was not too late.

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Up on the balcony, Socrates had his watchful eyes on the up cumming artist. He had seen her walk in and talk to Shain. Shain is one of his 45-year-old clients who enjoy a muscular healthy young clean male slave. His eyes turn to see Gashu dressed in regular clothing, yet her beauty still outshines the rest of the women.

He had become infatuated by her when he saw her on the cover of the newspaper. Doing some research on her and set up a way to see her. He had met her twice now in the two different galleries. First in New York and the other in Texas. He made sure that James was not around. When he presented himself to this beautiful artist.

She had bowed like all Japanese would do in greetings. To see her now in his establishment made him wonder if she had a fetish. He longed to find out. He then was pulled away to talk and deal with a few of is Clients. After he was done he searched over the balcony once more. 'There she is.' he thought to himself of having this Asian minx bound to him one day.

To see her beautiful frame walk out of his accounting office. She is with two other ladies. One he knew, the other he recognizes. His focus was more on Gashu. His mouth drooled at the thought. He watched Gashu head for the main entrance.

Socrates moved with a purpose down the stairs as two of his bodyguards followed him. He moved towards the accountant's office to find out what business Gashu had going on. He read her contract with a smile on his face. 'A male slave.' He thought to himself.

He called for his henchmen and four of them arrived. "Follow Gashu Ishikawa and get to know her schedule. It may take a month or two since she got herself a slave to settle into a new routine. I need a full background check on Mr. James Paton and as for these two ladies Angela and Tiff, bring them to me, but after they deliver the slave. Make sure they are delivered to the abandoned airfield last hanger. I want nothing linking back to me. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!"

"Yes, Sir."

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Trenton has been a slave for 9 years he was kidnapped at 18. He does not remember who he is or where he came from. He was Humiliated, beaten, shackled and forced to be a dog. Anytime he did the slightest thing wrong he would stay blindfold, receive the bolo whip of 20 slashes from the Master, and not fed anything to eat that day. His meal consists of cum from the many ladies he licked clean and dog food. His ass was used. He even lived in a small cage.

Being now 27 years old, and scared stiff that his life would end soon. For he heard his two Mistress arguing over him. Then he heard a beautiful voice it was as if her very voice sounded like music to his ears. The voice walked away and he could not hear their words anymore. He has been laying there so cold for hours on end hearing the sounds of footsteps and people talking. A part of him wanting to live yet another part of him wanting to die. It was a battle in his mind from living and dying.

Later that night his cage was open and he felt his leashed pulled. He moves on hands and knees like a dog guided to who knows where. Next, the blindfold was off and a bright light shone into his eyes blinded him from seeing. He was hosed down by the high-pressure water. They literally had brought down the pressure of the water hose notches three times. If not he would be dead from the pressure.

He felt the soap move up, down, over and around his body. The slight sting of the soap reaching the new whip lashes. Even his hair was washed with shampoo. He was then rinsed off. A towel wrapped around him. With another rubbing him dry. Then he has blindfolded again and went back into his cage.

He was glad that his cage no longer smells bad. He felt the cage lifted and moved. He was unsure who had him until he heard the distinct laughter of his two Mistress. They went home, placed his cage in the same spot by the kitchen. He heard his cage unlock. They took off his shackles and his mask making him sit on a chair in front of a table with a plate of food. He looked at them strangely. "Eat." he dove in enjoying the food.

After he ate they sent him back into the cage with the blindfold and something was tossed to him. His hand moved around to the feel of it. He just received a blanket for the night, though he thought all of this was strange. He dares not complain as he enjoying the feel of being clean and now a warm blanket to sleep with.

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Gashu drove home quickly to her flat. Little did she know that someone was following her. She called her Godfather. GF for short because she had trouble saying, Godfather, when she was little. His name James Patton a multi-millionaire who promise her father he would take good care of her before he passed.

He became her benefactor. Then adopted her. Since then going to school and getting the best education. Her fighting abilities stayed sharp even after her father's death. James made sure she did not lose the heritage of the Ishikawa.

"Hi GF, you won't believe what I did tonight. Now don't get your head all blown up with what I will tell you. I bought a slave." She knew he would blow a gasket as she pulled out her paints and brushes, but she never kept any secrets from him. She also knew sooner or later he would find out.

"Are you crazy? Please tell me you are joking. You know those places could be very dangerous."

"Yes I know GF, but once I was there, the pull for me to stay was strong and I found the man. I had to save him. They plan on taking him to the slaughterhouse. The poor abused skinny man. I couldn't bare the idea if he was killed."

He knew it was like her to rescue someone or something in dire need. "Alright, hun I'll send a bodyguard."

"Awe come on GF."

"Hun, you know that you developed some bad fans and I don't want you hurt in any way."

"Okay GF, but I don't want to see them near me, not like I can't handle a bad situation. Is that a deal."

He knew she could protect herself, and also he had to accept, because if not he would lose her. He had loved this child as if she was his own. She was his weak link, and he would go to the ends of the earth and kill whoever harmed her. "Yes, it is a deal."

"GF, I may need your help later on with this man. He will be delivered to me at the Mon Shay Gallery. His items should be delivered here in a few days. GF, I do want to keep him if he is willing to stay. Please GF."

James also knows if she kept him, that this man would become one of her projects. "Ok hun, if he wishes to stay. Please just be very careful. You know I love you."

"I will GF, I will. Thank you and I love you too."

James Patton was glad he talked her into allowing him to spend on making her flat like fortress with cams and passcode to get in and out of her flat. Gashu even painted the metal door to look like a regular door inside and out. She chose her own furnishings and decorated her flat.

He became worried from the first strange fan letter she received. Gashu wanted to be her own woman and live her own life, away from the mansion. He gave in, understanding the nature of growing up. It was her time that she spread her own wings and fly. He was grateful she allowed him to make sure her new home would be a safe home, coming too.

Gashu started her painting, it was already 12: a.m. She wanted that image of the slave on canvas, it was the fastest she ever painted. In 2 hours of placing the image of what she saw, and how she felt into that acrylic painting. She's putting the last finishing touches then she took a step back with a grand smile. She was pleased to see it done. She cleaned her brushes, then took her shower and went to bed. She dreams the many ways she was going to deal with the new man in her life.

The next day she rushed getting ready to go to the galleria. Her heart pounded with the excitement of this day. She stopped by Starbucks and got a cup of coffee and a danish. Granted it was close to afternoon but she did not have time. There was a lot of things she wanted to do. She could not wait to see how well they were going to finish off the contract.

She arrived at Mon Shay, parking in the back. She ran up the 8 steps and went inside. She told Nadia that she was expecting guest and they would get to choose one of her paintings and take it home with no charge. In exchange for a skinny man. She pulled out the contract to show proof of what had transpired. Gashu gave her a stern look. "Not a word. GF knows and I don't need to hear it from you either."

Nadia raised her hands as in giving up. "Okay, you win Gashu."

Gashu then went to her desk and made three phone calls one was for the delivery truck to pick up the painting, and to be picked up on Friday morning, at 11: a.m; from her apartment. She had 3 paintings ready to be delivered to Mon Shay by 12: pm. The next call went to order food and supplies to her home. The last was to call for the advertising agency for the next time of auction for the slave painting she did. "Yes, set up for them to go out on the first week of April and the Auction date is April 20. mhmm, Saturday is right. Time 9:00 p.m. Yes, Mon Shay Galleria.

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Trenton was astonished the clothing felt so good on his body. He had been fed more than he uses too. He smiled inside to be moving around, getting dressed even though he could not see. "Close your eyes." the large Mistress told him.

He so as order never saying a word in fear of what type of punishment they may dish out. They combed his hair then place the blindfold back on. They sprayed some cologne on him. He was unable to see. "We know you are not used to walking but you must walk from here on out."

Walking oh yes this is something he had not done in so long. His back pops as he stands. He was guided into the car and sat. His first time to travel sitting instead of being in a cage. His mind wondering where he was going all dressed up and blindfolded. It was as if he was heading to a surprise party; But then again was he being led astray to the slaughterhouse? It could be one of Master's tricks. Having him to believe only in humiliating him more.

The car stopped as the three got out. Trenton heightened hearing, to the sounds of the busy street, he could hear the sound of shoes and heels moving along the pavement. His sense of smell also heightens smelling the smoke from cars passing by. He was guided up the stairs. Through the double doors. The door closed and the sound of the street was hushed. He could hear the sound of heels clicking from up high moving across and down the steps they came.

Gashu smiled and bow to them. She took his arms guiding him to a couch. "Sit please while the ladies pick out their paintings. You are safe now with me." Gashu took the folder they handed to her. Trenton smiled. It was that beautiful voice again. He sat obediently. His heart beating rapidly to the sound of her voice. She looks at the ladies. "Go pick out the painting you want." she turns and talks to him "Have you been well fed"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Did they give you a blanket last night?"

"Yes, Mistress." He realized it was her that set this all up. He truly felt he was going to a surprise party now. The sound of her voice, the smell of her light perfume was enticing.

Gashu smiled. "Good. You have permission to speak freely. I want you to think on everything I say before you choose. First off what is your name?"

"I have no name; I am whatever you wish to call me."

"Let me see what your files say."

She opens the file sadden that not much was inside of it. Only a typed up a sheet of paper as she reads: Trenton was given to me with no memory and with pacific orders by my Master. Of how he is to be taken care of.

"Trenton is your name. My name is Gashu." He nods to her. She clasps his hand with her right hand softly. "I ask you to become my masterpiece and to be my canvas for one year. In turn, I will help you in every way I can, I will get you back on your feet, healthy and almost unrecognizable to what you look like now."

"What is the terms of me becoming your masterpiece and your canvas in detail will be?"

"For the masterpiece part will be putting some meat back in your bones. This is very important to me. Maybe even some muscle mass. To be my canvas there will be some pain required. Such as hand prints on your body, a cock cage, clamps; Some stretching of body parts and scratch marks on your body, but this will not happen till after you are healthy. I will be taking pictures and even do paintings of this. I am choosing to hide your face so no one would know who you are. Also, you will receive 35% of the sale as payment for doing so."