The training of Ophelia (Masters of the Mansion Series) (6 page)

Master Richard Baron

Barbie stood at attention in the dining room. Her arms were bent at the elbow, and crossed and folded behind her back. Her back was straight and her breasts stuck out, almost as if protruding and begging for attention.

She looked straight ahead
as if she would not be doing everything that she could to use her peripheral vision, to spy on Master Richard Baron and Ophelia.

All eyes were on Master Richard Baron as he graced the dining room with Ophelia on his arm.
Master William eyed them as he thought:
They really do make a striking couple
.

Richard pulled out Ophelia’s chair and she sat
keeping her attention on him. It seemed to help with the awkwardness of being the ‘new kid on the block.’ Where at times Master Richard had been a thorn in her side; he was now her lifeline in this room full of strangers.

Conversation flowed as wine, soup
, and salad were served as the first course. Ophelia was glad for the deep red burgundy that was quick to take the edge off of her nerves.

“
Well, Master Richard, please do introduce us to the lovely lady accompanying you.”

“This is my employee Senator. S
he is here doing a story on the mansion.”

“Quite lovely,
it is sad that she is not one of your slaves. I would be very interested in
playing
with her.”

“As I stated Senator,
she is not on the market; shall we say? She is only here to do a story.”

The Senator was no
t giving up, “Well then—she is perfectly capable of speaking for herself—being that she isn’t one of your slaves.”

Master Richard Baron neatly folded the napkin
in his lap and laid it to the side as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

He was clearly irritated, but very calm in his demeanor. “The young lady is more than capable of speaking for herself,” Richard’s black eyes bore into the Senator as he spoke.
“If you wanted to speak to her, then you would have done well to ask my permission to address her. Now……You may NOT address her……”

Senator Dixon immediately began to re-cant, “Master Richard, I meant no disrespect.”

Master Richard Baron
had all but funded his last campaign and losing him, could mean losing his next election. He would steer clear of this woman on Master Baron’s arm; whoever she was.

Conversation ensued and Ophelia had all but forgotten the egg…….Until Richard turned it on
; that is.

Ophelia

       
Oh shit!

Master Richard reached into his pocket and set the egg on its lowest setting. It would be just enough to excite her, unnerve her, and yet not satisfy her.

 
“This is going to be fun,” Richard thought.

Barbi
e turned in Ophelia’s direction as she saw her jump—and all but tip her wine over.

That bitch
is wearing an egg, I hate her!

Master William turned and cut his eyes at Barbie
, and she immediately went back into her staunch pose. She would be paying for that act of nosiness later—that was for certain.

Master William knew exactly what she was doing. As usual
, her actions had not gone unnoticed. Nothing ever got past the Masters of the mansion.

***

I sat trying to ignore th
e constant vibrating of the egg, but the fact that I had been denied orgasm and toyed with throughout the day, was making it a challenge. Suddenly it hit me; I would go to the restroom.

I
just needed to get out of here, it was too intense and the egg wasn’t helping.

I rose to leave. “Excuse me
everyone, I will be right back, I need to use the restroom.”

Master Richard eyed Ophelia and rose, “I’ll show you where it is.”

“Oh that is ok, I can find it.” His black eyes cut into me and I immediately began to back paddle. “I would be honored Master Richard if you did so. Thank you for your kindness, Sir.”

He placed his hand in the small of my back and gently pushed me through the archway that would exit us
out of the Dining hall and away from prying eyes.

***

I took my little Ophelia down a small hallway and pinned her into a wall. “Where are you going, Ophelia?”

“I, I, I,
just, just have to pee,” I stuttered.

“
Liar! I certainly hope that you were not considering taking that egg out against my wishes. That caning that you got the other night will look like child’s play if you disobey me. I grabbed her hair with one hand and turned the egg up with the other. I stared at her as her lips parted and her eyes began to beg me. Fuck………..this little girl stirred something in me. I pulled her lips to me violently kissing her and taking her small helpless little whimpers in.

***

This man made me feel like I was on fire. He literally consumed me every time that he entered a room. He sucked me into his presence whenever he was near and I simply couldn’t escape it. He was getting in my head, he was getting into my emotions, and I couldn’t allow him to get into my heart.

He was a man that had slaves, he fucked who he wante
d, how he wanted; I simply couldn’t allow myself to fall for some rich playboy.

He began lightly chew
ing on my bottom lip and I felt as if I would liquefy and ooze down the wall into a puddle.

As quic
kly as he had begun his assault he stopped and eyed me. “Come; it is time for us to go to the restroom.”

“I’m a big girl. I can go to the bathroom by myself.”

Richard’s eyes cut into me so sharply that I felt as if he had me pinned to the wall. “Ok, already.” I moaned, allowing him to push me into the restroom.”

“I’m not
peeing with this egg in Richard; it will probably spray all over me, yuck.”

“So you where lying, you were coming to take that egg out.”

“No, I was trying to get out of a room full of tension. I thought that you were going to jump over the table and grab the Senator by the throat.”

“Well now……..
that’s a thought.” Richard stated, as he straitened his tie in the mirror.

“Fix your lipstick
, Ophelia.”

“Yes Master,” I stated
, rolling my eyes.

“Do that again, and I’ll spank your ass with a
belt when we get back to the bed chambers.”

He said it as if it were as natural as talking
about the weather.

Oh well, it
probably is to him.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, other than Richard kept playing with that fucking egg all night…

I made it through dinner and back to the room. I was no more in the door than Richard started his assault on my body.

I stood behind her trembling body. I loved the way that her body reacted to me; even though she tried to fight it. I breathed into her neck as I slowly and tediously unzipped her gown
—letting it fall to the floor.

I reached into one of the cups of her bra
, removing a breast and popped it out over the under wiring. I moved my hands over and repeated the process on the other side.

I pinched at her teeny tiny little nipples and began to speak into her ear. You have full breasts Ophelia
; breasts that beg to be tortured by their Master.

“You’re not my Master,” she
whimpered, barely able to get the words out.

“I beg to differ slave, you are in my bedchambers and in here the rules apply.
Say it Ophelia, say
Master
.”

“Ah, ah, ah, Master.”

“Good girl, such a good girl,” I stated, as I pinched, pulled, tweaked, and teased her breasts with my hands.

“You be a good girl and bend over that bed like I had you do earlier.”

***

I bent over the bed and though I knew that I would hate the exposure of it; I hoped that he would take the egg out of me.

He cam
e over and removed my underwear leaving my bra on, with my breasts popped over it and my thigh highs and heels on.

He turned the egg up and left me there
, but not before he leaned down whispering in my ear; “Don’t move a muscle, slave.”

***

I w
ent to the bar pouring myself bourbon and loosened my tie as I watched her. She had the hardest time not fidgeting and this would be a much needed lesson for my little Ophelia.

***

I had leaned over the bed as he had asked me to and he left me
—just left me. But not before he turned that stupid egg back on. He moved around the room as if he did not have a care in the world and then sat in a chair behind me; as if it were normal behavior.

I was embarrasse
d. I began to whine, “I want up. I don’t like this.”

“Silence
, Ophelia!”

I knew to shut-up
, or he would leave me like this longer.

I watched that sweet little girl
twitch for me until I finished my bourbon. I rose and spoke as I undressed. “You had better not move a muscle, Ophelia. You are not allowed to move and you damn sure better not cum, until I give you permission.”

I made my way behind her and leaned into her ear whispering. “Beg your Master
; beg him to take that egg out of you and replace it something bigger and better.”

Her little cries, whimpers and pleas
, were so precious and sweet to my ears.

“Please
, take this out, please, please I need you, ahhh, I need you, I’ll do anything, anything, anything……….”

“Push Ophelia, push that egg out baby girl and I’ll give you what you need.”

I slid into her ever so slowly, into her sodden opening, then I pushed and stopped.

“Ahhhhhhh,
that is so good, it hurts. How can it hurt and be so good?”

I pulled completely out and listened as she begged
; for its return.

“No, no, no, please, please I will
be good, I’ll do anything, I need you, Master, Master, Master, Please, please, Pleeeeeeze.”

I watched with interest as she
began banging her fists into the mattress, begging, pleading, promising, and bargaining.

I sl
owly ran my cock up and down her opening and listened to her abandoned cries for me; sweet, sweet music to my ears.

I pushed back into her
, viciously grabbing her hips and squeezing as I began to pump in and out of her—with more rhythm and force.

“Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me
, please let me cum, please, Master pleeeeeeeeze.”

“Cum for me
……..my little bed chamber slave!”

We exploded
, as if in sync. Yes; Ophelia had definitely added some much needed spark into my life and my Mansion…