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 slowly 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…
Chapter Nine
Master William
“You just don’t fucking get it, do you slave?”
Master William hissed into Barbie’s ear before the crash of the paddle hit her flesh.
He had subdued Barbie into a large wooden type of stock contraption. It held her neck pinned in place and her arms bent at the elbow and subdued by her wrists.
He had placed a spreader bar on her legs. She was now motionless and completely at his mercy.
He bent down viciously grabbing a handful of her hair and embarking on a full blown barrage of verbal humiliation.
“You are a fucking slave! You have no rights! This fixation that you have developed on Master Richard Baron is unacceptable! You have ruined any chance of redeeming yourself and remaining here at the mansion! He doesn’t want you!”
Barbie sobbed; literally sobbed, as the discipline continued into the night. Though the beating hurt, it was the violent onslaught of words that broke her.
Hearing that Master Richard Baron did not want her was a death blow. But what Barbie did not realize, was that it was a death blow to her ego; an ego that had no place in the being of a true slave. You see—a slave should have no love of themselves—and their image should be of no concern to them. Their concern should for that of their Master’s or Mistress’s ego—and their Master, or their Mistress’s image.
They should be consumed with not misbehaving and causing others to look at their Master or Mistress with disdain; as if they had not trained their slaves effectively.
Master William was the best of the best; in his training abilities. People came from all over the world to have their slaves trained by him, or to acquire a slave that had been trained by him.
When you received a slave from The Mansion; you received not only the best of the best, you received the elite. You received the thoroughbred of slave. The slaves that came from the mansion were world renown and coveted; by those who could afford quality of the highest standard.
Though Master William was sadistic—there was a wise reasoning to his cruelty. Barbie had used her beauty to manipulate all of her life. She would undermine to get her way. Ego and deception had no place in a slave’s temperament, and it simply would not be tolerated.
Master William knew that breaking was part of the process—therefore Master William was doing what he did best—training a slave.
Chapter Ten
Master Richard Baron
Master William chuckled as he eyed his boss, “I thought that you were going to jump over the table and strangle the Senator last night.”
“I can’t say that it didn’t cross my mind. On another note Master William, I don’t want slave Barbie serving Ophelia’s food, preparing her food, or having access to her in any way. I don’t want her near her things, in the Master suite, or left to her own devices around Ophelia. She is not to be unaccompanied as long as Ophelia is here. She either remains with you or a trusted slave. I basically want her babysat as long as Ophelia is at the mansion. I don’t want her so much as doing Ophelia’s laundry.”
Master Richard knew how deep jealousy could go, and he also knew that the old adage: “That hell had no fury, like a woman scorned,” was a proverbial truth. To put it simply, he did not trust slave Barbie.
Master William hid it well but he was shocked. He had never seen Master Richard act like this, over any woman. Master William would make it a top priority to make certain that Ophelia was protected during her stay here at the mansion.
Master William spoke, “My brother, why not assign a slave, as a type of assistant to her? It would also be very effective concerning Intel. People forget that slaves are there and let their guard down; thus you have someone to report back to you. May I suggest ‘slave Selena,’ she doesn’t like Barbie and she doesn’t cower to her like the others do. She is also Latin and will be able to translate; due to your employee’s ability to speak Spanish.”