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

please , I promise I’ll be good.”
    Telling him that ‘I would be good’ seemed to be the only thing that worked with him—so I told him what I thought that he wanted to hear.
    I walked up behind my little victim and growled in her ear, “Don’t you dare turn to look at me.” I watched, as she shook her head up and down.
    I stood trembling and crying , as he growled into my ear. “I am very disappointed in you.”
    “I, I, I’m,” was all that I was able to stutter.
    “Shh, I did not give yo u permission to speak, tsk, tsk, you are on speech restriction, young lady.”
    I circled my little victim as I spoke. “Now Ophelia, I bet that you are wondering why I have you subdued outside with metal pipe straps.”
    When I tried to answer, he viciously grabbed me by the hair of the head and growled through clenched teeth, “What part of speech restriction don’t you understand? But……. There is always the ‘dental gag’ method.”
    His words hit me like a brick wall. I had done enough research on BDSM to know I wasn’t saying anything else and fucking up my $15,000.00 porcelain veneered mouth.
    “I thought so; being that you invested so much money into that mouth of yours.” He hissed.
    “How the fuck, did he know that?” I thought.
    As if reading my mind he continued speaking, “I have access to much more than your dental records, sweetie.”
    Sweetie my ass, I am not your baby, sweetie, honey or anything else!
    He leaned in like we had a secret and facetiously said, “It’s because I’m going to cane you. Remember that little secret that I told you about me having a sadistic streak? That is a rhetorical question by the way—one not in need of an answer.” He continued in a matter of fact tone as if we were discussing the weather, a ball game, or some trivia fact.
    Al l the while I was in panic mode. I had researched enough to know how badly a cane hurt.
    I couldn’t talk and I kept tryi ng to think of ways to get out of this ass whipping—that he was describing in such detail. It all came back to one thing: I needed my mouth to speak. Shit! This was NOT good!
    His voice cut through my chaotic thoughts.
    “Well, I think that when I informed you of my sadistic nature, that you probably would have done well to listen.”
    He got right in my face a s if reading my mind and stated, “You crafty little bitch, you underestimated me didn’t you? As professional as you are you underestimated your opponent. Shame on you.” he wagged his finger in my face for emphasis—which only served to infuriate me.
    I began to struggle ag ainst the metal and he chuckled, “Someone is going to have ligature marks in the morning.”
    He reached in his pocket and removed what appeared to be a switch blade and flicked it open.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Oh the look on that bitch’s face: when I flicked that blade open; priceless!
    “Oh don’t worry……… I‘m not going to cut you……….deep ly…..”
     
     
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    A sadistic chuckle ensued and he began tediously shredding my clothing from my body until I stood nude, in only thigh highs and heels.
     
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    I grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her into my mouth as I held the knife to her throat and kissed her trembling lips. She began to whimper and whine as tears streamed down her face . I was so hard that it hurt and I was just getting started. There was no doubt that this girl—brought out the beast in me.
    I seductively le aned into her ear and whispered, “Now, I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt.”
    She immediately began to panic, twisting, turning, frantically whining; due to her speech restriction .
    I stood in front of her smiling as I flexed the cane in my hands, prolonging the agony, just because I was going to make sure that she understood she was not going anywhere. She was going to move into my mansion, period………point…….blank!
     
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    That first strike hurt so bad ly, that I pissed on myself a little bit and the