I quickly made my way to the head of the table and placed a zip tie around her wrists and then both of her ankles. She needed to calm down and there wasn’t but one way that her inhibitions were coming down.
I pulled a stool up with rollers on the wheels just like what a Dr. would use; this was the med room after all.
I could hear him, as he rolled over on a stool. I felt the cold metal from the scissors as they raked my flesh and cut through my underwear. His hands began to toy with the folds of my labia and I could already begin to feel myself squirming. I could feel the heat of his mouth as he assaulted me with his tongue. He plunged a finger into me and began to maneuver it with quick little pumps and thrusts. I found my hips thrusting upward to meet the thrusts of his fingers; until we were in unison.
He lifted his legs standing and I cried out because the assault with his tongue had ceased. I didn’t miss its moist member for long as he began thrusting two of his long, strong fingers into me, pulling back towards his direction.
“I am going to peeeeeeeee,” I screamed.
“No you aren’t.” He chuckled
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed out as fluid erupted all over me.
I barely remember much of what happened next—due to the euphoric state that Master Richard Baron left me in.
I pushed into her and pushed the button on the remote that operated the blind, it opened to reveal Barbie and Master William.
I grabbed her hips yanking her down towards me. I’m marking you, in front of William and one of my slaves. I’m marking you, I repeated it as if I were a man that was obsessed. “I’m marking you, I’m marking you, I…Am…..Marking…….You…….Mine……..Mine…………
Mine……
Master William
William stood behind Barbie pushing her face towards the glass with the handful of hair that he gripped. “Do you see that, do you? Does that clarify to you that he is not and never will be your Master, he doesn’t fucking want you!” The verbal barrage continued. This time, Barbie shed tears but she didn’t sob. Finally……..she understood that she had ruined any chance of being at the mansion due to her excessive manipulation, and her attempts of topping from the bottom.
She could only hope that she would end up with a Master that she could joyfully serve. Then again……she could always go back home and realize that being a slave was not a fashion statement, or the cool thing to do. It was a calling. Nothing more………nothing less………..
Master Richard Baron
Hushed whispers could be heard throughout the ballroom as servants and Masters alike snuck peeks at Master Richard and Ophelia. He sat with his tie loosened, his shirt out of his pants, and he held her in his arms. He looked down on her as if she were his newborn child. Her head lay limply against his breast. It was as if they were in their own world; none other existed.
It was evident that they were bonded and it was highly unusual for Master Richard Baron to bond with anyone…
Chapter Twelve
Ophelia
I awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the large picture frame window and the sound of landscapers perfecting the grounds. I looked over to view slave Selena standing in the pose that the slaves stood in; when awaiting direction.
“Your coffee is here and your bath is run, Miss Ophelia.”
“Just hand me the coffee, Selena. I am brushing my teeth and finishing this article today with any luck,” I muttered, “I will be sleeping in my own bed tonight.”
It was time to finish this article and get on with my life, sans (without) Richard.
“As you wish, Miss Ophelia.”
Master Richard Baron
Master Richard sat eying Master William as he spoke.
“I’m not shocked, I never saw Barbie as slave material anyway. I’m sure that all of her confidentiality clauses and paperwork are up to par.”
“Absolutely, they are legal and air tight; so that the rumors and speculations become nothing more than just that, rumors and speculation.”
Master William smiled a sadistic smile, there will be the standard ‘departure lecture;’ on the woes of those who have tried to make trouble for The Mansion.
“Very well,” Master Richard said, turning his attention back to work. Master William took this as his cue to exit and rose leaving the office.
The Mansion had seen more than its share of disgruntled women; women who had come in believing that they were going to be the one. They, in their minds, were going to be the one woman that was different.
They would come and be adored. One of the Master’s would be smitten with them and they would have their place of royalty and prestige in the BDSM community.