The training of Ophelia (Masters of the Mansion Series) (4 page)

Ophelia

I stood in the master bath eying myself in the large, opulent, golden colored, full length mirror. My ass was not as bruised as I had anticipated.

From the way that the caning had felt the night before, I would have thought that I would be black and blue. The
re was bruising—but it appeared to be more sporadic, thin blue lines and the welts were already just about gone.

When I awoke alone I
was relieved that I had the place to myself; though I did feel disoriented. First things first, how was a girl supposed to get a cup of coffee around here?

As if
someone were reading my mind, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed a robe from the hook behind the door and made my way to answer it. A nude, tall, gorgeous blonde, stood with a tray of coffee and croissants.

“Just set them there,”
I kindly said. I could have sworn that she gave me the
evil eye
, but I wrote it off to being my imagination. Were slaves even allowed to do that?

Hell, I didn’t know and I didn’
t care. I had one thing on the brain: finishing this story and getting the hell away from Master Org.

I quickly ate and downed my first cup of coffee
. I then proceeded to make my way back to finish the shower that I had started.

Everything that I needed had been provided for.

Not just anything—everything. My clothes had been laid out for me in my size. A make-up table complete with my brands of make-up was there. (I’m the worst for mixing and matching, in order to get
the look
that I want.)

I was certain that s
omeone had to have taken great care in returning to my condo and gathering Intel on my beauty practices. I knew that
someone
was Richard and I could not help but be a tad bit flattered that he would go to such extents. I could not understand for the life of me, why this man who had access to any woman that he wanted; was insistent on pursuing me.

Barbie

Barbie stormed from the room knowing that she was out of anyone’s site; anyone that she had to answer to. She made a bee-line for Daphne and immediately started ranting. “That fucking cunt is laid up there in Master’s bedroom while we sleep in bunk beds and wait on her hand and foot. Daphne internally shrunk back, not wanting to incur her roommate’s wrath.

“I don’t know why she is here either Barbie. I’m sure that it has to do with the story that is being published.”

“Yeah right, I guess fucking
my Master
is part of her duties.”

He isn’t yours Barbie—n
ot until—and unless—he says.

“
We don’t know that you get to stay, you gave up your rights to where you go when you came here, Barbie.”

“Just shut-up, Daphne. Come hell or high water
, I’m staying and Master Richard Baron is mine!”

Daphne cringed inwardly at the
thought of the Master’s seeing the
real
Barbie.

What Daphne did not know was that there was very little
that got by the
Masters of the Mansion
and they were well aware of Barbie’s bad attitude.

Between their innate perceptions and the hidden
cameras throughout the mansion, there was very little that escaped the
Masters of the Mansion
.

Master Richard Baron

Richard sat with his feet cocked up on his oversized antique desk and chuckled
, as he eyed William.

“Yo
u are such a Sadist my brother, sending Barbie to bring breakfast to a woman in my bed. I hope she didn’t poison her.” Even though Richard chuckled, he did have to shake off the idea that Barbie could be capable of it.

William tapped his bronze topped cane against the flooring and spoke, “A sub topping
from the bottom is bad enough, a slave doing it, is unheard of.”

“I’m still baffled with why you want a
vanilla woman, Richard.”

“She won’t be
vanilla by the time that I get through with her,” Richard answered.

Both men chuckled
as they thought about the irony of the statement—because both men knew that it was true. By the time that Master Richard worked his mojo on Ophelia, she would be anything but vanilla…

Ophelia

I made my way out of the Master suite and set out to explore. I would be inspired by the sights, sounds, smells, and happenings of the mansion; thus good writing would ensue.

I already knew that this bunch was so
cloak and dagger
that anything that I wrote would have to go through Master Richard Baron’s hands before it ever hit press. But he had hired me to do this job because he liked my style of writing—or I would not be here. My style was gutsy, raw, and real, and to get that kind of inspiration, I needed to see what was going on around here.

Richard
had dressed me as I do every day, business attire. I donned a navy blue pantsuit with a button up white shirt and practical heels. Richard had coordinated my clothing right down to the navy blue bra and matching g-string.

I had been left the option on my hair and though I had chosen to leave it
tied back, it had a mind of its own and wisps of it fell loose.

I wore glasse
s and carried a pen and notepad in an enclosed black zippered small attaché type holder that would also hold my phone. For all intents and purposes, I looked like what I was, a ‘journalist’.

I made my way into the sitting room where Master William was in session with two slaves.

I recognized the one from being the girl who had brought my breakfast this morning. Evidently she was distracted by me, though I had instinctively made my way in very quietly and even more so; meekly. She dropped the book from her head that she had been balancing as she walked and the noise of it echoed throughout the large open room as if telling on her; for the dastardly deed of dropping it.

Barbie

William leaned into Barbie’s ear and hi
ssed, “Are you distracted by the fact that the woman that Master Richard Baron is fucking just walked in?”

Immediately she began to sob and
Master William felt the hardening in his trousers.  This only encouraged his barrage of cruel and cutting words.

“Oh, you poor little thing, I guess that you did not realize when you became a slave that you were not going to be able to pick and choose your Master. What the fuck don’t you get about
the word
slave
? Oh…….I get it….. Because he fucked you after he disciplined you one night you thought he would keep you. You serviced him you dumb bitch, nothing more and nothing less.”

***

I watched in horror as the girl sobbed. Everything in me wanted to go and comfort her. Everything in me was curious, what the hell could he possi
bly be saying to that poor girl to humiliate her so. I would find out soon enough……. I would find out soon enough…

Master Richard Baron

Master Richard sat in his office watching his little Ophelia on the camera monitor. The horrified look on her face told him, that everything in her wanted to go and comfort the slave that William was reprimanding.

Master
Richard was well aware that Master William was doing what needed to be done. Barbie had come from a world where she got what she wanted because of her beauty. William was just letting her know her new reality. This was not a game, it was a calling!

Barbie gave up all rights
when
Masters of the Mansion
were issued the slave ownership and registration certificate for her. She made that decision. And now to try and top from the bottom—simply could not and would not be tolerated.

If the Masters of the Mansion allowed things suc
h as this, what kind of message would that send to the other slaves? What kind of message would that send to the hierarchy of Masters in the BDSM community?