“What’s the matter with him?”
“I gave him something to keep him calm.”
“You drugged him?”
“You ask a lot of questions, kid. Just shut up and sit down over there.” He pointed to the only chair in the sparsely decorated room. There was only the metal table, the chair, and cabinets along the wall. He noticed Toby look down like he was studying the concrete floor and the drain in it.
The killer opened the bag to confirm that the money was all there and then looked at Toby. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, young man.”
Toby
Toby willed his heart to stop racing as he looked at the killer speaking to him. He was shocked to see the man looked like the typical guy next door. He had brown hair, which was professionally cut and made him look like he worked a desk job. He wore glasses that covered his brown eyes and was dressed in khakis with a button-up, blue shirt. He was looking at Toby and smiling like they were old friends, meeting for a lunch date.
He had to ask him another question when he saw the man wore a wedding ring, “Are you married?”
“Well yes, Toby, I am. I have two teenage sons, a lovely wife, and a house in the suburbs.”
He found himself grabbing the sides of the chair as a wave of nausea washed over him.
As if reading his mind, the killer spoke again, “Why, Toby, don’t you know anything about serial killer statistics? Many serial killers are middle class men who are married with families.” His sadistic laugh rang through the air as he continued, “Life just gets so fucking boring that I had to do something to break up the monotony of it all. I tried to calm my demons by joining your little BDSM club but, no, I wasn’t good enough for those egotistical bastards. Now I have something they want. I have you, Toby. You’re going to be my salvation.”
“I can’t be your salvation, you sick fuck.” The words were out of his mouth before he had time to stop them. The punch that landed on his jaw came out of nowhere and knocked him out of the chair.
“You ungrateful boy… after everything I’ve done! I’ve done everything for you just so we could be together.”
It suddenly hit Toby that he wasn’t doing all the things the agents and his Master had coached him to do. He backed against the wall and meekly crouched in the corner as he spoke, “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m just jealous. Why did you bring him here? Can you let him go? I can’t understand why you took him instead of me. You said you wanted me so why is he even here?”
Toby watched as the killer studied him for a moment. His eyes seemed to go soft in understanding and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. The killer then abruptly turned, stalked over to Jute, and started to untie him. Jute’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at his captor.
“I’m letting you go. They’ve paid your ransom and given me Toby. I have no need for you anymore; you have served your purpose.” He half yanked the poor man from the metal table, walked him to the door, and shoved him outside.
“Find your own fucking way home. You’re of no use to me anymore.” When he turned to see that Toby was in the hallway watching him, he never thought to lock the door; it would be his undoing.
“Now, back to you.”
Toby cringed at the man’s words and wondered what was taking the agents so long. If he wasn’t alone because of the wire they had put on him, then why did he feel so abandoned right now?
Agent Turner
Agent Turner grabbed Jute as soon as he was close enough to their hiding spot. It was evident by the way he was stumbling around in the woods that he had been drugged. The agent was horrified to think about what could have happened if they had not been there to get him to safety. Now they needed to get Toby and that bag of marked money out of there before the killer realized Toby was wearing a wire.
They passed Jute off to Master William with a warning not to follow them into the warehouse. He nodded in Rene’s direction, “Let’s go finish this up.” He took a moment to stare into her eyes, “No vigilante moves, regardless of what your personal feelings are. I don’t want to have to deal with Internal Affairs over a bad shooting.”
They eased their way up to the door and opened it. The agent cringed when the heavy metal door scraped against the cement flooring.
“Hey, what the fuck are you two doing here?”
They looked up and immediately saw the suspect. The gun he was waving around was enough reason for the agents to shoot to kill. Agent Turner wasn’t going to allow him to needlessly take another life; he had done enough damage. The sound of their firearms going off and the sight of the killer’s body hitting the floor was a relief to both agents.
“Toby, Toby,” the agent heard Mistress Diamond yelling as she ran past them. He knew she never heard him reprimanding her for disobeying his order to stay away.
He watched as Toby rushed into her arms and the agent commanded her to get him out of the warehouse. He didn’t want the crime scene compromised and the quicker he got everyone out of there, the sooner he could start collecting evidence.
Agent Turner started to make his way around corners, taking nothing for granted. There was no guarantee that this guy was working alone. They secured the building, called for back-up, and then instructed Master William and Mistress Diamond to return to The Mansion with Toby.
He was relieved to have a killer off the street and even more relieved to have Toby in safe hands. This guy had done too much damage to the BDSM community and it was relief to know his days of wreaking havoc and killing at will were now a thing of the past.
Chapter Thirty Two
Master William
Master William made his way into his slave’s bedroom. He fingered the trinkets on her dresser and opened a small, mother of pearl box that he gifted to her when they had first met. He opened it and, inside, saw a dried flower that she had placed there. He recalled when he’d given her those flowers. Much like he did, she treasured all his gifts as symbols of his love and ownership and kept them in a safe place to withstand the test of time. In many ways, the two of them were a lot alike and cherishing the gifts they exchanged was only one of those ways.
Time had been on his side when it concerned Mistress Diamond. The two of them had managed to weather the storms of life, see through the deceptions of those who would try to come between them, and now they could say they had even managed to escape a crazed serial killer.
Toby was part of their history now. He had, unknowingly and without even trying, made his way into their lives and hearts and the twosome had now become a threesome.
“What are you doing?”
“Shut the door, esclave, and lock it.”
He watched as she turned to do as he directed. He stalked over to her and pinned her to the wall with the weight of his body. Already, his cock was hard as he twisted one of her arms behind her back and leaned in to hiss in her ear, “You dare to ask me what I’m doing? You act as if I’m invading your space. Shouldn’t you be thanking me for saving your pet’s life?” A tug at her arm, to reinforce what he was saying, caused her to cry out. “Your pain is making my cock hard. Now, what do you plan on doing to rectify that?”
“Ah fuck, Master, I’ll do whatever you want. Just let it go; you’re hurting me.”
He swung her around, lifted her arms above her head, and slipped his hand up and under her leather skirt. His finger slid back and forth over her satin G-string until a wet spot formed.
“Oh, your body does respond to me, doesn’t it?”
She threw her head back and glared at him. “You are my weakness, a drug I’m unable to flush from my system. Fuck me, Master. Give me what I need. You won’t allow anyone else to fuck me. I need you to take me, to hurt me with that oversized cock of yours.”
“Don’t you dare move those fucking hands of yours,” he growled at her.
His fingers moved, unbuttoning and unzipping until he had her fully disrobed and she stood nude before him. “All fours, on the floor, esclave.”
His fingers pulled he
r apart and he buried his tongue deep inside her, pulsing his lips and immediately pulling an orgasm from her body.
“You’re going to need that, kitten, because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.”
He disrobed, plunged hard into her depths, and then immediately stopped, purposely taunting her before he resumed moving in and out of her slowly. His hips moved in small circles as he held the cheeks of her ass apart so he could see everything. Her juices glistened on his hard member. She was so fucking beautiful. Everything about her mesmerized him. He knew he would never tire of her.
Two short strokes, barely entering her, followed by one long, agonizing stroke had her begging him for more of his cock. She started screaming, “Please give it to me. I need you!” It spurred him on until he was violently thrusting in and out of her, not only giving her what she begged him for, but sating his need for her as well. Her core tightened around him as an orgasm raged through her body, pulling his seed from him. She never failed to satisfy him completely and his need for her went far beyond the physical. She met his sadistic need to dominate her and he met hers to be completely taken, body and soul. They were joined together and the bond they shared would only intensify as they continued their journey.
“We need to get ready, kitten. We have a collaring ceremony to attend.” He rose and headed for the shower to prepare the water for them. She groaned and got up to follow him. Though the post orgasmic bliss they were experiencing tempted him to remain in bed, he was looking forward to the ceremony.
Toby
Toby stood and nervously shifted from one foot to the other as he eyed Mistress Diamond and Master William standing in front of him.
When he had started on this journey, he never expected to be collared. He finally felt like he was a part of something bigger than himself. He was finally part of a family. Toby knew there were slaves who would give their right arm to be collared by Master William or Mistress Diamond and here he was, being collared by both. For the first time in his life, he could actually say that his life was good.
He knew he had a lot to learn but this collaring ceremony was a way for the three of them to make a promise to each other that no matter how trying times got, they would stick together. They would support each other during the hard times and enjoy the good.
This ceremony was much like a marriage in the vanilla world. It was a sacred promise that told the world he was owned; he would never again be shunned or cast aside. It was a covenant of love amongst the three of them. Yes, for the first time in his life, Toby could say that life was good…
Epilogue
Toby stood around the corner from his Master’s office and eavesdropped. He knew he shouldn’t be doing it but there was something going on and he wanted to make sure this new slave coming in wasn’t going to upset his happy home. He’d been here for a year and he still had some issues, two of them being insecurity and jealousy. He listened as his Master spoke with a man he called Roderick.
“Roderick, you cut a woman’s finger off when the Governor hired you to interrogate his ex-girlfriend.”
“No, I cut a woman’s finger off after the Governor hired me to do so.”
“I can’t imagine any sane businesswoman wanting a man who looks like a biker to train her as his slave.”
“What can I say, opposites attract.”
“You cross every fucking boundary there is, Roderick. BDSM is about consent and you push the envelope on that major detail.”
“Seriously? This coming from you, Master William?”
“Right now, this is just a businesswoman visiting The Mansion. Yes, she’s a member. No, you can’t abduct her against her will and make her your slave.”
“I’m going to make her mine. I like her. I’m going to make her my suited slave. Mark my words. Before it’s over with, she’ll be bowed at my feet, kissing these fucking biker boots I’m wearing.”
“That remains to be seen, young man, but for right now, you can look but don’t touch.”
Toby heard someone clear her throat behind him in a sarcastic manner. “I just know you’re not eavesdropping on your Master while he talks to Master Roderick.”
“Oh shit,” Toby mumbled as he turned to eye his Mistress. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was tapping her stiletto clad foot. She eyed him as if she dared him to lie to her.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t bringing in a new slave.”
“So, I see you’re still dealing with feelings of insecurity and you’re in need of discipline.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He snuggled into her as she wrapped her arms around him. “You have nothing to fear, pet. You’re here for the long haul…
The End…
Look for Master Roderick’s story Suited slave, coming late 2015 to Amazon.
Welcome to a world of wealth, power, and kink. Those who grace the doors of The Mansion are veiled in mystery and few and far between are invited to enter its opulent foyer.
It is a mystical world of slaves and the Masters who train them. Most are trained for a Master that will join them at a later time and some will remain at The Mansion long term. Regardless of what their future holds, their story is the same. They will enter the cocoon of 'The Mansion' and be transformed into a different being that is forever changed, altered, and critiqued until they are literally the best of the best.
They will be taught an ancient code that very few understand, or will ever grasp. They are a rare breed.
They are the Masters and slaves of The Mansion.
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