Be My Canvas Ch. 01: Canvas

She waited to let him absorb the information as she looks at him. Her heart seems to skip a beat when she was near him. He seems familiar. Trenton was the last name of the young boy she knew long ago. This man so skinny with bruises on his face that were not covered by the blindfold, and a beard and mustache made it difficult for her to tell so she pushed that memory aside.

Trenton spoke. "If I choose not to do this then what happens."

"You are free to leave this place and strike out on your own."

Trenton was in awe of her words. His mind thought things thoroughly. 'If I leave now. I have no job or money to care for myself. Good chances I will be homeless and a bum, but with her proposal, I will get more than I ever had. The punishment she laid out is nothing compared to my last two Mistress and their Master.' He felt her hand grasp tighter as if she didn't want him to leave. "I would like to see the woman who is speaking to me."

She took off his blindfold. He blinked several times to get used to the light. Once he could see, he took a good look at her. She looked like an Asian goddess. With her Asian dress and her hair bound up with Asian pins poking through her silky black hair. The colorful beads with tassels hanging down from them. He swore he could swim in her chocolate eyes. She was beautifully proportion. How could he say no? "Yes, Mistress Gashu! I accept your proposal."

The ladies had picked out their painting and the delivery truck was called. They left excitedly with their choice of artwork and soon to be delivered to their home. Once they left Gashu and Trenton went out the back door of the gallery to her car. They got in and she drove him home. She looked at her rear view mirror and notice a car following her. She shook her head thinking it was her godfather's bodyguards. The car was parked and they went inside a very high-class apartment. She waves to Kent who worked the apartments as they came inside. "This is Trenton, he will be staying with me for a year."

"Yes, mam and several boxes are piled by your door."

"Thanks, Kent."

She pushed the button to the elevator. The door opens and she pushed # 7 it was the top floor and the whole top floor belongs to her including the roof. The doors open again and she steps out to the floor and punches in a code. She grabs a few boxes and so doses Trenton. "Place them here." She placed them by the kitchen. "I order supplies and food. So don't tip them." They went back to get the last two boxes and placed them in the kitchen. "You may sit if you like Trenton."

He sat patiently at the dining table watching her. She opens them and separated the warm food into the oven turning the oven on to keep the food warm. The cold food in the icebox and his supplies in the guest bedroom. Trenton watched as she moved walking her body swayed. He swallowed hard his eyes never left her sight until she disappeared into the hallway. It took a while but then she was coming back to him. "This is my flat."

Trenton's eyes widen to her beauty. He felt as if he was a deer lost in the bright beautiful smile and her face. He then took a look to the spacious room colorfully decorated while she took his hand, and showed him around. The living room has bookshelves lined with many types of books with extra large tv, and the kitchen was not far from the living room. The exercise room was next to the living room It had 3 different exercise equipment and a strange long thick wooden bar 6 feet high with 5 two inches and a half wide stick sticking out at different levels. And a long-running mat. Then they moved to a doorway and into a hall.

"This is your bedroom. The door was open, a full-size bed, a mirrored dresser, a tall dresser, and night stand was in it. It even had a joining bathroom. She led him out of his room and moved down the hall took him to the next two closed doors. "Now I ask you not to go into these two rooms without my permission."

"Yes, Mistress."

She touched the first closed door. "This one is my dark room so I can develop my photos." They took three steps and she placed her hand on the second closed door. "This room is my art room." They took a right walked as she spoke. "These two rooms are empty. I have yet to decide what I would like to do with it. Possibly for children when I am ready to have them."

His eyebrow raised with thoughts of little ones running around. One looking like her and the other like him. A boy and girl. Him a father? He could dream as he snapped out, back into reality.

They took another right and on the left was an Asian type wall and the door was slightly slid open he could barely peek inside of it. "This is my bedroom." It squared back to the main kitchen and dining area.

He spoke, "This place is large."

She smiles "Not compared to my Godfather's mansion."

She opens the double doors to the balcony they walked to the left. "These steps will lead you up outside, and there you will see a garden and a pool. Your welcome to explore more later and I do ask to make yourself at home. Now go to your bathroom and strip, please. You will find a robe hanging in the bathroom. You are welcome to cover up. Then meet me back at the dining table."

While he was away, she set the table. Napkins nicely folding in decorated fan. The food was served on the plates. She lighted the many candles. She walked to a wall turning the knob to lower the lights into dimness.

Trenton felt as if he was Cinderella mixed with a different fairytale, and she was prince charming who rescued him from the evil witches. He had his own room his own toothbrush and his own toothpaste. This must be a dream. Though he wonders what she had in store for him. She had asked him to strip. He decided to go to her nude.

Her face beat red when she saw him nude all except for that cage around his cock. Her fingers told him to come to her and he obediently obeyed without even questioning. She pulled at her necklace between her curvy breast. 'Gahh' he thought her so sexy watching her unlock his cage.

"Now for today and for a month you are truly free to choose what you want to do in this home. You may eat now if you wish."

He has choices. It was hard to wrap his mind around this new found concept. He sat down across the way. He saw her bow her head before her food as in prayer so he did the same. Then she smiled at him as she lifts a morsel of food to her mouth. This too was sexy for him to watch. Being finally free from the cage, his cock was pulsing at his beautiful Mistress. He tried to use the same chopsticks she uses to eat with.

"Hmmm, I think I have a lot to teach you. I hope you're a fast learner?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Okay, in private you may call me that but in public, I would like it if you call me by my name."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Trenton do you remember your childhood?"

"No Mistress."

"What do you remember?"

"I only remember being with the two Mistress, and a Master I never would see. I am not sure how long exactly."

They finish eating and the phone rings. She answers "Hello, Oh hi GF. WHAT? I thought it was your bodyguard that was following me. Yes, sir. I'll set the alarms up right now."

She went and push the button to set the alarm. "Mhmm, yes he is looking better than I first saw him... Yes, sir. I'll get his measurement and call you tomorrow... Okay, I'll call you back today. I'll do it now." Click. she turns to Trenton. "Well let me get the measurements on you out of the way. Please stand up." She blushes to see his cock stiff and pointing the way to her.

He blushed. "Sorry Mistress without the cage I can't help myself."

She tries to ignore his cock and starts to measure him. She wrote down on a pad of paper. She then called James. Telling him his measurements. "Just get him two of everything for know he's going to get bigger around his waist arm and who knows what else if he exercise. Thanks, GF."

Trenton felt very comfortable with Gashu. He thought that was odd. He even felt strange that his heart would not slow down around her. He also felt she was familiar though he couldn't remember who she was to him. Her fingers so soft and delicate to his skin as she place trimmers in his body when she measured him from the top, but when she got to his legs he was so hard and he blushed as his shaft throb, pulsing from her hand moving so close to his cock. Even though she left to talk on the phone to GF, giving his measurements. He kept staring at her with a desire that was eating him inside.

"GF, Um... we need to talk tomorrow. It's about Timothy... No GF. When you come over then maybe you will understand why I Am asking. Just come over tomorrow. At 10: a.m. and we will discuss it then. I love you too.

Trenton overhearing her conversation. He thought to wonder. 'She said Timothy. Who is this Timothy fellow she talking about.' For once, he was becoming jealous of the idea that she may have another man in her life. One of those Open relationship that would allow him to be here. Yet it did not look as if there was another man living here. 'Maybe she dating and it does not come to the point of a strong relationship.' He was wanting her all to himself.

Gashu hung up the phone. "Please follow me Trenton" He followed her to his room. She pulled out the healing balm, bandage, gauze, tape, razor, shaving gel, hair band, and brush out of the cabinet to the left of the sink. She turns him around making him face away. She moved his long black hair over his shoulder and used the healing balm over the whip marks on his back. "This may sting some Trenton."

She rubbed it in carefully on his back, but he seems not to say a word though he flinched a little under her touch. She placed gauze over his body and then taped them down. Her hands were doing such magic to his body. He felt his insides was going up in flames even though it stung, but to him, it was well worth the feel of her soft fingers move over his body.

A part of him wanted to pin this beauty against the wall and kiss her senseless, though another part fought against doing so, for he felt useless, and she did say he needed meat on his bones. She was right when he saw himself in that mirror all skinny. His body looking like it had been through a lot of torture. She was now his Mistress, for one year and he plans on doing his best to be this masterpiece, her canvas she spoke of.

She was working on his front taking care of every whiplash he received.

"How can they do this to you? You must have been so scared. I just can't imagine what hell you have gone, though."

He started to feel anger towards the Master. He growls, Then hen stopped when he felt her stop touching him. Her beautiful face looked worried. She was too good to be true. Everything about her screamed innocence. Compared to the life he leads. He felt so unworthy of her. He had kept his silence and never spoke unless he felt it was necessary. He saw the pain in her eyes. She was feeling his pain. He looked down and wept.

She wiped the tears from his eyes then hugged him. "I promise you those ladies will not get away with it again."

"Mistress, to be honest, I don't think they had a choice."

"How do you know for sure."

"When you been blindfolded for as long as I have. I can hear and feel things that around me. There is a man who was pulling their strings. Though the only thing they did get a kick out of was treating me like a sex slave and their personal lap dog. If you get my drift when I say lap."

She blushed at his words.The idea of him lapping her up made her heart raced again. She held fast to her mind racing with ideas and put on his robe. She turns him around his back now facing her. Then brushed his long black hair until it shines, putting it up in a low ponytail. "Would you mind shaving everything off your face please."

"Anything for you Mistress."

She had left and sat on the corner of his bed. So he could work on his beard and mustache. After he was done he looked in the mirror. Wow, he looks so much younger. He stepped out, her eyes were transfixed on his face. Walking towards him as if she is scouring him, looking for something deep within. She hugged him softly. She looked up again and her hand cupped his face as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her kissing her back he could feel the pull and tug of his heart as they kissed then she whispered "Timothy is that you? Is it really you?"

He stepped away. "I do not know who I am Mistress. You're the only one who has called me Trenton and now you wish for me to be this Timothy person?"

"I am sorry I should let you rest." She left his room quickly, she looked as if she was going to cry. He was not sure to pursue her or to go to bed.

Gashu went to her room as she was going through her jewelry box with tears in her eyes. She pulled out the colorful ring, the promise ring that Timothy gave her long ago.The memories of the past came flooding in. She had gone to his house, and though in her mind she remembers. Why did his parents acted so cruel almost loathing in hate when before they seem to like her? "Leave and never come back." Was the screams of his mother.

A month passed and she thought to try again. The house was empty when she peered through the windows. After that day she drowned her pain and sorrow into her artwork. That was when her first artwork was noticed and sold.

Gashu changed into her sleepwear went to her art room and started working again. She tried to paint the remembrance of Timothy into her artwork. She closed her eyes remembering his look the structure of his bones the way his muscles looked even though his shirt. You could almost see the outline of his six packs. Her eyes open again as she kept painting the young man she remembered. Her eyes were heavy and tired from the long evening. She cleaned her brushes putting everything away. She sat on her small sofa gazing at both of her artwork falling asleep.

Trenton tossed and turned in his bed dreaming, A younger version of Gashu and him. He was chasing her in the light forest. He caught her bringing her down softly to the ground. 'I will always love you Gashu.' His hand went in his pocket of his jeans and pulled out the colorful ring. This is a promise and when we are both ready we will get married. Then his dream changes, as he feels the lash of the whip's sting on his back, he yelped in pain hearing his scream echo through the flat.

Gashu awoke and ran to his room. As another painful scream came through. She walked in and saw his perspiration on his skin. She grabs his hand. "Trenton it's okay. You are safe. You are safe. Wake up, wake up. It is all a bad dream. No one will hurt you."

His eyes slowly open as he spoke her name with a slur. "Gashu"

Her hand went to wipe a long stray strand of hair from his head. "My gah you are burning up." she ran to the bathroom got a cool rag. She then went to him and dampening his forehead with it. "G-wiz this bed is wet." she stripped the sheet off him and cool his body with the wet rag. It was a good thing that he was sweating. "Trenton does you know where you are?" he nods. "Good." she went to the kitchen and got him a glass of cold water and two aspirin. She sat next to him. "Now take this and drink." He took the pills and drank obediently. The glass was placed on his nightstand.

He says with a soft begging. "Please don't leave me."

She climbed into bed over him. Her hand stroking through his long black hair. Soothing his nightmare away, In her lap, he looks so fragile. She hummed a music that was in Japanese. He would fall asleep with his head on her lap.