The training of Ophelia(14)

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 wanted, how he wanted; I simply couldn’t allow myself to fall for some rich playboy.

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

As quickly 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…





Chapter Eight




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 came 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 went 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 embarrassed. 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?”