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

but as far as your Bed chambers as you so eloquently label it, I won’t be calling you Master in there, because………I……won’t…….be………in……your…….bed……..
    Oh, shit!
    He rose—making his way towards me. I almost knocked the table’s contents over and onto the floor; trying to get up and away from him.
    He grabbed me with ease, before I could do so.
    This little bra t; is getting ready to get it.
    I carried her to the edge of my desk and leaned in growling in her ear, “Get those pants down, Ophelia!”
    She immediately began begging, which only served to turn me on.
    “I’m sorry,” she screeched. I’m just saying that I’m not a slave. Pleeeeeeeze.”
    “Get those pants down, now , Ophelia!”
    My hands shook as I unbuttoned my suit pants and the thought of someone entering and seeing me this way horrified me.
    Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?
    I bent down and growled in her ear, “I bet that you are wishing that you would have kept that big mouth of yours shut.”
    I wiggled her pants down over her hips and eyed the marks that I had left on that beautiful ass of hers , the night before. I pulled myself from my pants and spread her open. “Oh so wet, Ophelia. Your body tells me all of your little secrets. It tells me of the tendencies that you have. It tells me that you like the things that I do to you. It begs, and pleads for me to take it, use it, defile it, and own it, Ophelia.”
           “Ahhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck, ahhhhhhhh,pleeeeeeeze.”
    “Please what Ophelia? Let you cum?”
    I leaned down into her ear and viciously growled, “No!”
     
     
    ***
    Tears streamed down my face ; as I became more and more distressed due to his not allowing me release.
    “When you are in My house, My bed, Ophelia, you are to address me as Master and discipline will be swift, sure, and sadistic; when not carried out.”
    I clenched her ass with my finger tips squeezing hard enough to insure that my fingerprints would mark it; as I began to roughly thrust in and out of her.
    “Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
    “Oh my Ophelia—you are a wonderful little beggar; music to my ears.”
    I ground down into that tight little pussy as I listened to her beg me and promise me the moon; if I would only let her cum. Hell no, she wasn’t cumming!
     
     
     
     
     
    ***
    As soon as he f inished I tried to rise and run but he was just getting started proving his point. He palmed my lower back and reached over grabbing baby wipes to clean us both up.
    “Get your ass over in that corner behind my desk,” he mandated. Though he always used a condom and safe sex was always practiced here at the mansion—I had noticed that baby wipes were in discreet locations throughout the residence.
    Attention to detail was evident in all things concerning the mansion—the Masters here border-lined on being OCD. I would soon learn that it was an inside joke in the BDSM community that most Masters and Doms suffer some form of OCD in one manner or another.
    When I attempted to pull my pants up he growled, “Pants down, you just shuffle your little ass right over there.”
    I made small steps shuffling and sniffling, until I reached the corner and he made his way over and drew a circle on the wall with chalk.
    “I wan t your nose in that circle and if it moves—you young lady are in deep trouble!”
    I stood eyeing my little Ophelia’s tear stained face and snotty nose. She was absolutely adorable and I can’t say that seeing her this way did not tug on my heartstrings. But……Not to the point of me not teaching her a lesson.
     
     
    ***
    I stood in that corner for what seemed like forever. I was grateful for the fact that I was turned around. I have never been so embarrassed, or humiliated in my life.
    People went in and out of the office while I was like that and I couldn’t turn to look, so I had no way of knowing who had seen me like this.
    I hated