The training of Ophelia (Masters of the Mansion Series) Read Online Free PDF

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?
    No……. Barbie had sealed her own fate. Now she would never service Master Richard Baron again and she would most certainly……….never be his slave.
    Richard reached over and spoke into the inter com summoning the slave on duty, “My employee and I will be having lunch in my office. I will need both lunch and my employee brought to me herewith.”
    Richard chuckled as he thought, “There is no since in wasting a perfectly good opportunity for a ‘mind fuck.’”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ***
    Richard eyed Ophelia, as she sat eating and peering out the window. The two of them were seated at a small round table which gave access to a view of the perfectly manicured lawn.
    She was the first woman that Richard had ever given the privilege of dining with him in here. Though Ophelia was not aware that Richard was doing things that were out of the ordinary, the inhabitants of the mansion were very aware of it.
    Rumors and speculation had already begun to swirl. Nobody could wrap their brain around —what was going on with these two.
    In Master Richard Baron’s world, he made no excuses; nor apologies to anyone, for the actions that he chose.
    Master Richard Baron was the owner and head Master of the mansion and that was just the way that it was. His employees were paid quite well and that included Master William’s, seven figure annual income.
    No one was going to do anything to threaten their quality of lifestyle. It simply boiled down to one thing: the ‘buck’ if you will—stopped with Master Richard Baron.
    “What Richard? You’re staring?”
    Richard neatly folded the cloth napkin and set it aside as he began to speak. “Look at me, Ophelia.”
    ***
    I eyed the man that was addressing me and felt my heart rate quicken. I never knew what to expect with this guy.
    “You do understa nd that when we are in public, or in my bed chambers that you are to address me as ‘Master.’
    “With all due respect Richard, you are not; nor will you ever be —my Master . I’m here to do a story, nothing more, nothing less. I am not a slave, Richard.”
     
    ***
    I eyed the little spitfire that sat at my table.
    This is going to be fun.
    “Ophelia, I would think that you learned your lesson last night. I’m not a man to be toyed with. You will address me as Master in front of my staff and out in public.”
     
    I looked up at the man addressing me and I spoke through clenched teeth. “You forced me to come here—to do a story. You went so far as to force me into your bed. I can’t be bought, or sold, and I’m not calling you or anyone else, Master! Now I understand at work in front of your little harem that you have to maintain your Mastership ; or whatever it is called,