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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