I seductively leaned into her ear and whispered, “Now, I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt.”
She immediately began to panic, twisting, turning, frantically whining; due to her speech restriction.
I stood in front of her smiling as I flexed the cane in my hands, prolonging the agony, just because I was going to make sure that she understood she was not going anywhere. She was going to move into my mansion, period………point…….blank!
***
That first strike hurt so badly, that I pissed on myself a little bit and the Master of the mansion did not miss it; because he proclaimed, “This will be a discipline session that you will not soon forget!”
Over and over he struck me with that cane, until something happened and I quit fighting. I just gave in to the pain. I don’t even remember his releasing me.
I remember him pulling me into his arms and my head falling against his shoulder. I remember being laid on a soft bed and gently and tenderly, being made love to, as orgasm, after orgasm, racked my endorphin drugged body.
I remember being bathed in a tub full of suds that smelled of violet and vanilla; in a dimly candlelit bathtub.
I remember a Master who washed my hair and bathed my body with great care—as if I were his child, his porcelain doll, or his wife.
I remember that my life changed that day, and I will never be the same…
Something happened to me that day. I guess that it would be equivalent to what the vanilla world (those not involved in the BDSM lifestyle) terms as falling in love. As ironic as it is, we bonded that day. I am not talking about some superficial bonding process—I am talking about a deep core connection. I have never had anyone who touched me in the very core of my soul; the way that the Master of the mansion did that night.
I have to go now, my Master awaits me…
Chapter Five
Ophelia
I stood in the master bath eying myself in the large, opulent, golden colored, full length mirror. My ass was not as bruised as I had anticipated.
From the way that the caning had felt the night before, I would have thought that I would be black and blue. There was bruising—but it appeared to be more sporadic, thin blue lines and the welts were already just about gone.
When I awoke alone I was relieved that I had the place to myself; though I did feel disoriented. First things first, how was a girl supposed to get a cup of coffee around here?
As if someone were reading my mind, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed a robe from the hook behind the door and made my way to answer it. A nude, tall, gorgeous blonde, stood with a tray of coffee and croissants.
“Just set them there,” I kindly said. I could have sworn that she gave me the evil eye, but I wrote it off to being my imagination. Were slaves even allowed to do that?
Hell, I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I had one thing on the brain: finishing this story and getting the hell away from Master Org.
I quickly ate and downed my first cup of coffee. I then proceeded to make my way back to finish the shower that I had started.
Everything that I needed had been provided for.
Not just anything—everything. My clothes had been laid out for me in my size. A make-up table complete with my brands of make-up was there. (I’m the worst for mixing and matching, in order to get the look that I want.)
I was certain that someone had to have taken great care in returning to my condo and gathering Intel on my beauty practices. I knew that someone was Richard and I could not help but be a tad bit flattered that he would go to such extents. I could not understand for the life of me, why this man who had access to any woman that he wanted; was insistent on pursuing me.
Barbie
Barbie stormed from the room knowing that she was out of anyone’s site; anyone that she had to answer to. She made a bee-line for Daphne and immediately started ranting. “That fucking cunt is laid up there in Master’s bedroom while we sleep in bunk beds and wait on her hand and foot. Daphne internally shrunk back, not wanting to incur her roommate’s wrath.
“I don’t know why she is here either Barbie. I’m sure that it has to do with the story that is being published.”
“Yeah right, I guess fucking my Master is part of her duties.”
He isn’t yours Barbie—not until—and unless—he says.
“We don’t know that you get to stay, you gave up your rights to where you go when you came here, Barbie.”
“Just shut-up, Daphne. Come hell or high water, I’m staying and Master Richard Baron is mine!”
Daphne cringed inwardly at the thought of the Master’s seeing the real Barbie.
What Daphne did not know was that there was very little that got by the Masters of the Mansion and they were well aware of Barbie’s bad attitude.
Between their innate perceptions and the hidden cameras throughout the mansion, there was very little that escaped the Masters of the Mansion.
Master Richard Baron
Richard sat with his feet cocked up on his oversized antique desk and chuckled, as he eyed William.
“You are such a Sadist my brother, sending Barbie to bring breakfast to a woman in my bed. I hope she didn’t poison her.” Even though Richard chuckled, he did have to shake off the idea that Barbie could be capable of it.
William tapped his bronze topped cane against the flooring and spoke, “A sub topping from the bottom is bad enough, a slave doing it, is unheard of.”
“I’m still baffled with why you want a vanilla woman, Richard.”
“She won’t be vanilla by the time that I get through with her,” Richard answered.
Both men chuckled as they thought about the irony of the statement—because both men knew that it was true. By the time that Master Richard worked his mojo on Ophelia, she would be anything but vanilla…
Ophelia
I made my way out of the Master suite and set out to explore. I would be inspired by the sights, sounds, smells, and happenings of the mansion; thus good writing would ensue.
I already knew that this bunch was so cloak and dagger that anything that I wrote would have to go through Master Richard Baron’s hands before it ever hit press. But he had hired me to do this job because he liked my style of writing—or I would not be here. My style was gutsy, raw, and real, and to get that kind of inspiration, I needed to see what was going on around here.
Richard had dressed me as I do every day, business attire. I donned a navy blue pantsuit with a button up white shirt and practical heels. Richard had coordinated my clothing right down to the navy blue bra and matching g-string.
I had been left the option on my hair and though I had chosen to leave it tied back, it had a mind of its own and wisps of it fell loose.
I wore glasses and carried a pen and notepad in an enclosed black zippered small attaché type holder that would also hold my phone. For all intents and purposes, I looked like what I was, a ‘journalist’.
I made my way into the sitting room where Master William was in session with two slaves.
I recognized the one from being the girl who had brought my breakfast this morning. Evidently she was distracted by me, though I had instinctively made my way in very quietly and even more so; meekly. She dropped the book from her head that she had been balancing as she walked and the noise of it echoed throughout the large open room as if telling on her; for the dastardly deed of dropping it.
Barbie
William leaned into Barbie’s ear and hissed, “Are you distracted by the fact that the woman that Master Richard Baron is fucking just walked in?”
Immediately she began to sob and Master William felt the hardening in his trousers. This only encouraged his barrage of cruel and cutting words.
“Oh, you poor little thing, I guess that you did not realize when you became a slave that you were not going to be able to pick and choose your Master. What the fuck don’t you get about the word slave? Oh…….I get it….. Because he fucked you after he disciplined you
one night you thought he would keep you. You serviced him you dumb bitch, nothing more and nothing less.”
***
I watched in horror as the girl sobbed. Everything in me wanted to go and comfort her. Everything in me was curious, what the hell could he possibly be saying to that poor girl to humiliate her so. I would find out soon enough……. I would find out soon enough…
Master Richard Baron
Master Richard sat in his office watching his little Ophelia on the camera monitor. The horrified look on her face told him, that everything in her wanted to go and comfort the slave that William was reprimanding.
Master Richard was well aware that Master William was doing what needed to be done. Barbie had come from a world where she got what she wanted because of her beauty. William was just letting her know her new reality. This was not a game, it was a calling!
Barbie gave up all rights when Masters of the Mansion were issued the slave ownership and registration certificate for her. She made that decision. And now to try and top from the bottom—simply could not and would not be tolerated.
If the Masters of the Mansion allowed things such as this, what kind of message would that send to the other slaves? What kind of message would that send to the hierarchy of Masters in the BDSM community?
No…….Barbie had sealed her own fate. Now she would never service Master Richard Baron again and she would most certainly……….never be his slave.
Richard reached over and spoke into the intercom summoning the slave on duty, “My employee and I will be having lunch in my office. I will need both lunch and my employee brought to me herewith.”
Richard chuckled as he thought, “There is no since in wasting a perfectly good opportunity for a ‘mind fuck.’”
***
Richard eyed Ophelia, as she sat eating and peering out the window. The two of them were seated at a small round table which gave access to a view of the perfectly manicured lawn.
She was the first woman that Richard had ever given the privilege of dining with him in here. Though Ophelia was not aware that Richard was doing things that were out of the ordinary, the inhabitants of the mansion were very aware of it.
Rumors and speculation had already begun to swirl. Nobody could wrap their brain around—what was going on with these two.
In Master Richard Baron’s world, he made no excuses; nor apologies to anyone, for the actions that he chose.
Master Richard Baron was the owner and head Master of the mansion and that was just the way that it was. His employees were paid quite well and that included Master William’s, seven figure annual income.
No one was going to do anything to threaten their quality of lifestyle. It simply boiled down to one thing: the ‘buck’ if you will—stopped with Master Richard Baron.
“What Richard? You’re staring?”
Richard neatly folded the cloth napkin and set it aside as he began to speak. “Look at me, Ophelia.”
***
I eyed the man that was addressing me and felt my heart rate quicken. I never knew what to expect with this guy.
“You do understand that when we are in public, or in my bed chambers that you are to address me as ‘Master.’
“With all due respect Richard, you are not; nor will you ever be—my Master. I’m here to do a story, nothing more, nothing less. I am not a slave, Richard.”
***
I eyed the little spitfire that sat at my table.
This is going to be fun.
“Ophelia, I would think that you learned your lesson last night. I’m not a man to be toyed with. You will address me as Master in front of my staff and out in public.”
I looked up at the man addressing me and I spoke through clenched teeth. “You forced me to come here—to do a story. You went so far as to force me into your bed. I can’t be bought, or sold, and I’m not calling you or anyone else, Master! Now I understand at work in front of your little harem that you have to maintain your Mastership; or whatever it is called, but as far as your Bed chambers as you so eloquently label it, I won’t be calling you Master in there, because………I……won’t…….be………in……your…….bed……..
Oh, shit!
He rose—making his way towards me. I almost knocked the table’s contents over and onto the floor; trying to get up and away from him.
He grabbed me with ease, before I could do so.
This little brat; is getting ready to get it.
I carried her to the edge of my desk and leaned in growling in her ear, “Get those pants down, Ophelia!”
She immediately began begging, which only served to turn me on.
“I’m sorry,” she screeched. I’m just saying that I’m not a slave. Pleeeeeeeze.”
“Get those pants down, now, Ophelia!”
My hands shook as I unbuttoned my suit pants and the thought of someone entering and seeing me this way horrified me.
Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?
I bent down and growled in her ear, “I bet that you are wishing that you would have kept that big mouth of yours shut.”
I wiggled her pants down over her hips and eyed the marks that I had left on that beautiful ass of hers, the night before. I pulled myself from my pants and spread her open. “Oh so wet, Ophelia. Your body tells me all of your little secrets. It tells me of the tendencies that you have. It tells me that you like the things that I do to you. It begs, and pleads for me to take it, use it, defile it, and own it, Ophelia.”
“Ahhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck, ahhhhhhhh,pleeeeeeeze.”
“Please what Ophelia? Let you cum?”
I leaned down into her ear and viciously growled, “No!”
***
Tears streamed down my face; as I became more and more distressed due to his not allowing me release.
“When you are in My house, My bed, Ophelia, you are to address me as Master and discipline will be swift, sure, and sadistic; when not carried out.”
I clenched her ass with my finger tips squeezing hard enough to insure that my fingerprints would mark it; as I began to roughly thrust in and out of her.
“Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
“Oh my Ophelia—you are a wonderful little beggar; music to my ears.”
I ground down into that tight little pussy as I listened to her beg me and promise me the moon; if I would only let her cum. Hell no, she wasn’t cumming!
***
As soon as he finished I tried to rise and run but he was just getting started proving his point. He palmed my lower back and reached over grabbing baby wipes to clean us both up.
“Get your ass over in that corner behind my desk,” he mandated. Though he always used a condom and safe sex was always practiced here at the mansion—I had noticed that baby wipes were in discreet locations throughout the residence.
Attention to detail was evident in all things concerning the mansion—the Masters here border-lined on being OCD. I would soon learn that it was an inside joke in the BDSM community that most Masters and Doms suffer some form of OCD in one manner or another.
When I attempted to pull my pants up he growled, “Pants down, you just shuffle your little ass right over there.”
I made small steps shuffling and sniffling, until I reached the corner and he made his way over and drew a circle on the wall with chalk.
“I want your nose in that circle and if it moves—you young lady are in deep trouble!”
I stood eyeing my little Ophelia’s tear stained face and snotty nose. She was absolutely adorable and I can’t say that seeing her this way did not tug on my heartstrings. But……Not to the point of me not teaching her a lesson.
***
I stood in that corner for what seemed like forever. I was grateful for the fact that I was turned around. I have never been so embarrassed, or humiliated in my life.
People went in and out of the office while I was like that and I couldn’t turn to look, so I had no wa
y of knowing who had seen me like this.
I hated him right now, just hated him……..
I eyed my little Ophelia in the corner, it had been my plan to bring her in for a ‘mind fuck’ session, not a ‘discipline’ session. But the best laid plans, oh well…..there was plenty of time, because I was in no hurry.
Barbie
Daphne listened as Barbie filled her in on all of the dirt.
“When slave Ashia went in to Master’s office he had that high and mighty bitch standing in the corner…..With her pants down.” Barbie covered her mouth to keep from laughing. “That means that she is fucking up and I still have a chance. Once Master sees that she is not slave material he will kick her ass to the curb. Serves the bitch right, thinking that she can walk in here and take the head Master,” Barbie spewed in disgust.
Master William
Master William sat doing one of his favorite things to do—spy on the slaves of course. So that he could find their weaknesses and use it as mind fuck material.
It worked out quite well for his Sadistic and voyeuristic sides. He chuckled as he reveled in the control that he had.
Master William was all about control. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt; the hunt of finding each slave’s Achilles heel and using it for his benefit.
Once again he had been under-estimated by a slave and once again, that slave would regret it. You see, Barbie still didn’t get it; she was a slave now. She had no rights. She had the Masters of the Mansion and their will for her life—and sooner or later—one way, or another—William was going to get that through to her. It was the Master’s way, or no way. Such was the law of The Mansion.
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