Oh no, he can’t expect me to wear that through dinner; not with people around.
“Ophelia, you had better be on your best behavior.”
With that he rose and commanded me to be ready within five minutes. I can’t say that the idea of popping that thing out didn’t cross my mind. But he would know if I did—he knew everything. Oh well, it couldn’t be that bad—could it?
Chapter Seven
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. She 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 not 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.
Barbie 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 the 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.