The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) (8 page)

Toby

Toby sat on the top bunk and eyed Selena as she asked him questions and wrote the results down on a questionnaire.

“You’re going to answer from 1-5. 1 means you have no interest in the activity and 5 means you love it.”

“Okay,” he answered absently, distracted by the thought that he was glad she had clothes on today.

Questions about spanking, threesomes, confinement, and bisexuality took up his time for the next hour. Toby couldn’t help but notice the question about whether he would consent to having a Mistress who never had sex with him. He instinctively knew that Master William was the one to put that restriction in place.

What was it with this guy? If he didn’t want her training Toby then why was he letting her?

It was becoming harder and harder, with each passing day, to not hate the guy. The only thing keeping him in line was the fact that he had already developed feelings for Mistress Diamond. He didn’t want to lose her.

Agent Turner

“Why didn’t you tell her Toby was in danger?” Agent Turner asked. He was a little irritated with the fact that she hadn’t revealed the threat Toby was under from the stalker who had killed his best friend.

He chuckled because he noted that Rene knew exactly how to answer. She knew he was in charge at work of each and every case they handled. She had no problem with that because she had told him that she, of all people, knew he was damn good at his job.

“I didn’t feel it was my place to tell her. I thought you might want to tell her yourself when we see them this weekend. Keep in mind, I’ll be having a session with you at The Mansion and how sadistic I am depends on your behavior this week.” He knew she had purposely reminded him that he would be at her mercy.

His attitude immediately changed at her acknowledgement that he was the boss at work, but he also quickly noted she was certain to remind him of his place outside of their work hours. Thoughts of being at her mercy during the upcoming weekend made him change his attitude. Pissing Mistress off wasn’t a wise thing to do. He turned his office chair towards his desk and changed the subject.

“I’m looking for more instances of the same M.O. as our killer. It’s clear these cases aren’t given the attention they deserve when they occur within the gay community. That stops today! It just amazes me how these cops don’t notify us when it is someone from the streets who gets abducted or killed. If it were a teacher or a nurse, it would be given the highest priority. When the victims are street hustlers, the case isn’t given the same attention; it just gets tossed to the side.”

“Yep, it’s clearly a case of discrimination, either due to their profession or their sexual preference,” she agreed with him.

“Sadly enough, if they knew the BDSM community was involved, they would give even less attention to the case.”

“Well, that’s why we’re here. We’ll give it the attention it deserves,” Rene answered, assuring him he had her full loyalty to the cause.

“Okay,” Agent Turner stated, “we know our guy is probably Caucasian and middle-aged due to the fact that most serial killers stay within their own race when killing. We also know he operates within the BDSM community. That doesn’t necessarily mean he is kinky; it may just be easier for him to phish in the community. Many times when subs are looking for a Master or Dom, they will meet up with someone they have met online. They have the misguided perception that they
know
the party they are meeting because they’ve been conversing in chat rooms with him. What most people don’t take under consideration is what someone portrays online, and who they really are in real life, are two different things, especially when unknowingly dealing with a predator.”

“Well, his comfort zone appears to be the downtown Louisville historical district.”

“No, his comfort zone seems to be the BDSM website, which gives him a vast hunting area. His location appears to be Louisville, Kentucky but he could be a businessman who travels for work.”

“I have to agree with you. This city is dealing with more sickos as it grows. I want to go see the coroner because the bleeding was predominately in the victim’s groin area. If this guy is chopping off body parts, that takes things to a whole different level.”

Rene chuckled when she saw him squirm. She leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, love. That beautiful, thick cock of yours is safe in my hands. Maybe I should rephrase that. That beautiful cock of
mine,
because I can assure you, love, no one is getting near
my
property. That cock between your legs, and anything else you have, is mine. Now would be a good time for you to say,
yes Ma’am
.” Her eyes cut through him like lasers, daring him to defy her mandate. He had no intentions of doing so.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He made certain to lower his eyes as he spoke in her direction. He still hadn’t forgotten how she had threatened him with the upcoming weekend. At The Mansion, he wouldn’t only be subjected to her sadistic nature. Because he would be in front of other members in the community, he would also have to endure degradation and humiliation.

He, above all people, knew his Mistress could be just as sadistic mentally and emotionally as she was physically. She would use anything at her disposal to not only discipline him, but to also solidify the fact he was her property and make sure he obeyed her in all things. She relished making it known in a public setting that he belonged to her, and he loved every minute of it. Being Rene Murphy’s property filled a void in his soul that no one else had ever, or could ever, fill.

Mistress Diamond

Mistress Diamond circled Toby as he kneeled at her feet in a pose she had directed. He sat on his haunches with his knees spread apart, his palms were open and faced upward towards the ceiling, and his back was ramrod straight.

“That’s very good, my little pet. Now, get up and follow me over here to the wall. I’m going to show you some standing positions.”

She noted that Toby watched her closely as she pulled a piece of chalk from her pocket and led him to the wall where she drew a circle. “This is a favorite of Master Richard’s; he subjects all of his slaves to it. Okay, come here and place your nose in the circle. Very good,” she encouraged him. She continued, “Now, fold your arms behind you, bent at the elbow with your hands resting on the opposite arm. Very good, now here is where it gets hard. Raise up on the balls of your feet.” She chuckled as he almost toppled over. He regained his balance, tried again, and, this time, succeeded for a couple of seconds.

“Okay, now let’s try this. You’re going to stand here with one foot a little behind the other on the balls of your feet. Interlock your fingers behind your head. This is known as the slave position. That’s it. You’re such a good boy.”

She took a moment to study him before she spoke again. “These poses not only teach you obedience, they also teach you things like grace and balance. Grace isn’t a trait limited to only female slaves. Every slave should exude an air of grace and elegance; it brings honor to his or her owner.”

“Yes it does, doesn’t it?” she heard Master William speak from the doorway. She hadn’t even noticed him enter the room but, then again, she’d learned to accept his stealth and ability to stalk unnoticed years ago. She never knew when he was going to enter a room uninvited or jump around a corner and pin her to the wall. One thing she did know, after years of being with her Master, was that he was always watching, waiting, and listening. Stalking was as much a part of his personality as any of the other odd attributes he possessed.

She noted Toby’s cringe when he recognized Master William’s voice and was about to dismiss him but Master William beat her to it. “You may go now, Toby.” Though he addressed Toby, his eyes were locked on her. She could feel them as much as she could see them.

She nodded when Toby looked to her for permission to leave. Though Master William was her Master, Toby looked to his owner for direction, as he should. She was grateful for the fact that he was looking to her for guidance, but she was concerned that his dislike for her Master was becoming too obvious. She knew her Master well enough to know that if he picked up on it, his sadistic nature would insist he torment Toby. Despite suffering from it himself, he viewed jealousy as a weakness and her Master loved nothing more than to find a person’s weakness and exploit it. It’s just who he was.

Mistress Diamond stroked Toby’s cheek and spoke, “Go and practice what I’ve taught you today in your room.”

She watched him walk away and could tell that he was resisting the urge to give the man who interrupted his training a dirty look. It was like Master William always interrupted any time she spent with her pet and she knew Toby resented it. Toby went out of his way to be in her presence and Master William went out his way to prevent it. The fact that they were at odds with one another was already evident. It was a constant struggle between the two of them but it was a struggle she knew Toby could never win.

“You’re too gentle with him,” he snarled as he stalked his way towards her.

She purposely laughed at him before speaking. “You have no authority over my property. You got what you wanted when you manipulated me into moving back here.”

The slap hit her cheek before she ever saw it coming and her defiance quickly turned to fear. She could see the pleasure in his eyes when he recognized her distress. He loved to see her scared of him. It turned him on and she knew it was because of the power he held over her when she was afraid.

“Your mouth gets you in trouble once again. I can think of much better ways to put that pouty mouth of yours to use.”

“Fuck you,
Master
,” she drawled out slowly, mocking him.

His fist locked in a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as he eyed her with ice cold, blue eyes. “Every time you defy me, he will pay.”

“No, Master, I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I have found your weakness, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Sir, please have mercy.”

His sadistic laugh rang through the air, “Mercy? I think not. Get your ass over to that spanking bench.” He tossed her away from the wall, causing her to scramble towards the bench. She quickly lifted her skirt and removed her G-string, hoping the act would soften him a little. It didn’t work. It was evident there would be no leniency when she saw him reach for a cane.

“Oh fuck!” she hissed.

“No, my mouthy little slave, we’ll save that for after the discipline. I’ll fuck you for sure, though. I’ll fuck you senseless, girl.”

She screamed out in pain as the bite of the cane connected with her ass. “Fuck! I’m sorry.”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. “I’m just getting started.”

“I’m sorry. I was upset you interrupted our training session. You look for any reason to keep him away from me. You said I could have him but you take him away from me every time he’s with me.”

“Shut the fuck up!” The cane sliced through the air and, this time, he broke skin. She knew his anger would be alleviated by nothing less than drawing her blood.

Her cries had now turned into the whimpers of wounded prey. She listened as he tossed the cane aside, positioned himself behind her, and pulled his throbbing cock from his riding pants.

“I should have made him stay and watch. Oh fuck, the sight of your blood makes me hungry. Your pussy drips for me and from all the pain I provide you. Your body gives you away, esclave.”

He slid into her hungry opening slowly, as if he was savoring the moment her walls pressed in on his need. “I fucking love you, you beautiful bitch.”

Her voice came out in a mere whisper of anguished pain, “I love you too, Master.”