The training of Ophelia(12)

I will study something until I understand it, and I compartmentalize the same way that many professionals that are successful do. This keeps my head straight and it keeps me thinking clearly and on top of my game.

Dinner was not just dinner to me; dinner was research. This was my opportunity to go and learn. I was excited by that. My phone rang and it was my best friend, I put it on speaker and continued to apply my makeup.

Debbie chattered into the phone. “Hey girl, how is everything going with that mysterious kink story that you are doing?”

“Debbie, you know me better than that, I don’t interview and tell.”

“Any ravishing Masters, that you can have kinky sex with?”

“No, Debbie; I am here to work—purely professional.”

I’m such a liar.

Even though it was a lie, to put it simply, it was none of her business. Trying to explain this world to a vanilla was ludicrous at best. It would not matter what story that I was doing, I was always professional and discreet.

“Ooh girl, let me fill you in on the dirt.” Debbie said, off on another trail.

“Please do, inquiring minds want to know,” I chuckled.

“Well, it seems that Bob has a friend who is a publisher and he has been asking questions about where you are and what kind of story that you’re doing. Hmm, of course he had to throw his two cents in—on what he thought about you working for a kink magazine. His opinion is that you make enough money selling books. Of course—he doesn’t understand why you have to go and work for some kink magazine. He seems to think that they are all a bunch of kooks, and quacks.”

“Debbie, I don’t care what Bob thinks; it is none of his damn business where I work, or what I do. I broke up with him because of his uppity judgmental ways. He needs to go find some boring, conservative woman, who agrees with all of his uptight bullshit.”

Richard listened from around the corner and when he had heard enough, he made his way into the dressing room. “Please hang the phone up Ophelia, you are at work.”

“I need to go Debbie, time to work.”

Ophelia hung up before her nosey friend could ask any more questions. This was one time that she was glad for the intrusion, she was sick of hearing about Bob anyway.







I stood in the mirror tying my bow tie that accompanied the Tuxedo that I wore and eyed my little Ophelia.

“Ophelia……….I do hope that I have made myself perfectly clear on the issue of you dating.”

“Oh shit,” I thought….”Here we go.”

“I’m not dating anyone Richard. I have no desire to date anyone.”

I listened as he chuckled. He immediately after chuckling became serious. “You do remember how to address me in front of our guests this evening—don’t you?”

“Yes Richard.” I answered.

I had finished with my makeup and was headed to get my dress—when his voice cut through the air. “Not so quickly, I want you to go to the bedside and bend over with your elbows on the bed, Ophelia.”

“Why?” I whined, humiliated at the prospect of being exposed.







I turned cutting my eyes at her and she hustled over to the bed to carry out my mandate; she was learning.

I stood behind her and slowly dribbled her black g-string over her hips and down around her ankles.

I could smell her arousal. Oh yes, my little Ophelia brought out the primal side of me.

“How many times have you thought about your Master fucking you in his office today? I bet that little pussy of yours is mad at you for getting it into trouble.”





His fingers slid over my opening and immediately my legs began to tremble.

“Please,” I whimpered. I don’t know what I was asking for.

His long, strong fingers began to stroke at my neglected opening.

“Please, don’t tease me. I promise that I’ll be good.”







I removed the egg from my pocket and she jumped, as I began pushing it into her wet little opening.

“I’m just beginning to tease you Ophelia, you have no idea.”

She squirmed, “What is that?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Everything was so new to her. In just a matter of days, she had added a spark into my life that had been missing for so long. It was the truth when I told Master William that I was bored. I hadn’t felt this kind of chemistry with a woman in a long time.

I leaned over growling in her ear; “Its control—baby girl.”

I flicked the switch on right when I said “control” and she jumped.





Ophelia

I could feel his hands shimmying my panties down and I literally began to twitch between my legs. His fingers felt like they handled the promise of satisfaction and I began to push into them. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I was scared that I would stain my dress. I felt him pop something into me and before I thought I asked what it was. I immediately knew—when he turned the remote on, it was a vibrating egg.