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towards my little Ophelia, and straddled her on the bed; pinning her arms down with my knees. “I love the way that you write wearing tee-shirts and underwear.”
    I raised the tee-shirt to view her hardened nipples and leaned down taking one into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and flicked my tongue over it, as I took her smell in. I rose up, placing one hand around her throat and cutting into her with my eyes, “Quit…..Calling…..Me…..Richard…..Bed-chamber slave……
    I want to eat you alive. I think that I’ll start down here.”
    I tore at her panties, ripping them down and off of her. I pinned her legs back, assaulting her with my tongue.
    “Mas, Mast, aaahhh.”
    Oh yes, the begging and pleading had started. “Stay and have dinner with me Ophelia, tell me that you will spend one more night with me. You better not cum, you are not allowed to—until I get what I want. Tell me Ophelia.”
    I blew breath across her opened legs and watched as a shiver ran through her sweet little body.
    “ Ah, yes,” she screamed out.
    I stradd led her once again and began pushing into her, only to pull out. I continued, as I listened to her screams, begging me to make love to her.
    “No Ophelia, you have to earn that, you keep your appointment for dinner a nd a night with your Master, and then I’ll fuck you—until you can’t walk.”
    I leaned down growling into her ear, “You’re mine and sooner—or later—you are going to get that.”
    I leaned into her ear and growled: “Now be a good little girl and have your ass ready by 6pm and we will look at giving you some of that juicy cock that you are begging for.
    I laughed , as I listened to her screams and a hairbrush whizzed by my head and hit the door, as I exited MY bed chamber.
    Yes……….. it was true that she wasn’t a slave. But that did not change the fact that she was mine!
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Ophelia
    I sat in the bathtub away from prying eyes and though t about what had just happened. I thought about what Richard had said: “ Who says, that I can only have slaves?”  
    I guess that I had compartmentalized so much that I had put BDSM into a nice, neat little box and tied it up—with a ribbon of rules.
    BDSM was like any other relationship—as far as each couple was unique in their own right.
    That still did not change the fact that Richard would basically be able to screw whoever he wanted and I would be expected to be set apart for only him.
    If I were to be honest with myself , I knew that there would be no desire to sleep with other men—hell, after Richard—all other men would pale in comparison. No……. I just needed away from all of this, to get my thinking straight, or so I thought…
            I talked to slave Selena as I applied make-up.
    “Excuse me,” I stated , as I looked down to view my ringing phone. “Ig-fucking-nor;” I growled, as I pushed the ‘ignore button,’ when I saw that it was Bob.
    I used slave Selena as a sounding board. “You know Selena—it just amazes me how conservatives want to be so judgmental on the BDSM community, when they are all about control too.
    I mean really Selena—what is the damn difference? They manipulate and coerce to get their way all the time. At least in the BDSM community, you know where people stand.
    Ophelia rambl ed on as slave Selena stood looking straight ahead—as if she were not intently listening. Ophelia was doing what most do when they become accustomed to a slave being in their presence; she was beginning to let her guard down, and slave Selena would do as her Master had instructed—she would fill him in on every detail of his employee. She would most certainly be filling him in on the fact that vanilla Bob had not given up on Ophelia, as a love interest .
    I rose to dress for dinner and viewed Richard entering the room donning drawstring pants, a muscle tee, and only men’s sandals on his feet.
    I eyed him , unconsciously licking my lips.