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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 07:10:06 -0500
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INTERLUDE: THE DREAMGIRL

Kimberly wondered how some men could intuitively sense her vulnerability.

            She had been a varsity cheerleader at a large mid-western
college. Once during a nationally broadcast bowl game her image had been
flashed across television screens across the country.  She had seen the
clip. Her team had just scored and she was doing a jumping routine with a
joyous abandon. She had been a memorable vision of long flying blonde hair
and bouncing bosom. The next week she had been offered a lucrative offer to
pose nude for a pictorial from an agent of a major men's magazine.
 Kimberly had not been a prude. She was proud of her physique and beauty.
She had worked out hard daily for years to be in the shape she was. Despite
her mother's misgivings she had signed the contract.
 When her photo spread hit the newsstand it was as her life went into high
gear. Doors opened and many new opportunities had been presented to her. She
began to live faster.  She had placed her academic career on hold and had
focused on her exciting new life on the west coast. It was during this
period that she first met the movie actor Andrew Holt.

                Andrew had captivated her from the moment she had been
introduced to him and he had taken her hand and looked deeply into her eyes.
Kimberly had been swept off her feet.  That first night they had drifted
from parties to nightclubs with a group of friends. She had found herself in
his arms on the dance floor and later that night in his bed. Kimberly had
boyfriends and healthy sex was a part of her vigorous lifestyle like working
out at the gym. But Andrew had opened her eyes to unexplored regions of
sensual experience. He had been a consummate lover. She would respond
powerfully to the simple touch of his hand.  He had also quickly become a
powerful and controlling presence in her life. Besides his extraordinary
good looks he had a manner about him that Kimberly had found irresistible.
He eventually was to own her body and soul.
        The next year was a roller coaster ride. Her life had suddenly
focused on orbiting around Andrew Holt. She had been very much in love with
him. Looking back now, it had been beyond love, it had been an obsession.
She became completely devoted to him. She had fallen into a submissive role
without even understanding what he was demanding of her. She could not say
no to him.
        In time she had learned that Andrew had other lovers. This had
ultimately resulted in Kimberly's first lesson in discipline. Furiously she
had confronted him with her knowledge and his betrayal.  He had laughed in
her face. Hysterically she had thrown herself at him trying to scratch his
eyes out. He had easily handled her and within moments the struggling girl
had found herself with her jeans and panties down at her knees and herself
draped over his lap. He had spanked her like a little girl until till she
had cried and begged him to stop. He had then unceremoniously dumped her
between his legs and ordered her to suck him off. She had meekly obeyed.
Cringing before him her mouth full of his penis he had told her the new
rules. She belonged to him and she not to ever question him. From now on he
would take care of her. She had a momentary sense of profound unreal ness.
She had started to pull her mouth away to protest and he had placed his hand
on her head to hold her in place.
 "You have much to learn little Kimberly.," he whispered. "Don't talk.just
suck."
          That summed up the  basis of the relationship from then on.
Kimberly was not permitted to leave his estate for the next year. It was not
as if she was a prisoner, she was just not allowed to go anywhere. .
          Despite her self she had overtime reacted to this situation in a
surprising way. Andrew told her she was a born submissive. Her career and
life went on hold. She completely even more focused simply on Andrew. But,
with the passage of months he had become bored with her. He had visited his
estate less frequently.  Then one day she had been called to his office. He
had told her that he had arranged a career opportunity for her. He said she
was to meet people who would give her big time promotion and distribution.
He told her that he would take care of her as he always promised.
`         She had been ecstatic at this news and had hugged him in joy. He
told her they where to meet the producer and some other important involved
people that night and she should get ready. He then added he had bought a
new outfit for her to wear and he would bring it to her bedroom. He had
excellent taste and had been choosing her wardrobe for some time. She had
not given his slightly quizzical comments another thought as she had hurried
off to prepare herself.
           After she had showered, done her hair and make-up she checked her
bedroom for her evenings apparel. A tiny black garter and a pair of sheer
black silk stockings where laid out on her bed. A pair of ultra high
stiletto heels where aligned on the floor.  She giggled at Andrews's
romantically sexy gesture. She had sat and pulled the stockings up to her
thighs. She had carefully aligned the silken seams and then attached the
dainty lace garter about her waist.
           After strapping on the heels she looked at her image in the
full-length mirror she turned herself this way and that. She knew she was a
vision of erotica. Andrew had told she had been designed by nature to make
men crazy with want. He called her a dream girl.
           "Every man's dream but his of course" she added underher breath.
           She giggled and walked over to her closet to see what else Andrew
had bought her. There was nothing new there. She was puzzled for a moment
then decided possibly it had not been delivered yet. She checked the time
and saw the guests would not arrive for another hour. She had sat on her bed
and waited.
           Time passed and she had become alarmed. She was never permitted
to call his room. So she had sat nervously watching the minutes pass. When
she heard voices downstairs she realized the guests had arrived. Alarmed she
had stood and gone to her door to peer out. At that moment Andrew entered.
            "There you are," He said with a big smile. "And so beautiful and
sexy"
She had gone into his arms.
           "Andrew I can't find what I am to wear tonight." She told him.
           "Well my little one that is because I have it here. " he replied.
He held up his hand. A leather dog collar and leash dangled from his
fingers.
          Kimberly giggled, "Oh please Andrew don't tease me. The guests are
here and I need more time to finish getting ready."
          Andrew had reached up to her neck and fastened the collar. He held
the leash and stood back. He tugged the leash slightly and Kimberly felt
herself pulled.
          "You are now ready Kimberly. You are to be the guest of honor
tonight," he told her.
           She was horrified. She knew him well enough to know he never
joked and that he was very serious.
           "Oh god! PLEASE no Andrew. Don't make me do this! Please don't
humiliate me."
           He smiled slightly and reached up to hook a finger under the
collar. He lifted her so she tottered in her extreme heels. She had squealed
and futilely grabbed at his arm.
          "Now Kimberly you know the rules here. Don't you dare cry and
smear that makeup." He whispered in her ear. "Now if you want real
humiliation you can go down there with your ass spanked beet red.
           "Now these are important men and they are all big admirers of
yours." He held her face inches from his. " You will go downstairs and do
exactly as I tell you. Do you understand this?"
           He was choking her and all she could do was nod.
           "Good girl!" he released her. She fell gasping to the floor at
his feet.
            "Now you have five minutes to get yourself together. Put some
rouge on those nipples to high light them, also" he then left.
          Andrew had returned to lead her downstairs into the crowded room,
which had been filled with formally dressed men.  He had led her around the
room of males who almost casually appraised her degradation.
           She had recognized several of the men as high-level film industry
executives.
           Andrew had handed her leash to an older seated gentleman.
Kimberly looked at Andrew and then at her new restraint holder. She had felt
completely hollow inside.
           She knew he was the chairman of one of the largest studios in the
country. Like a kindly grand father he had smiled up at her.
           Tugging on her leash he indicated for her to kneel. She obeyed
flushing with embarrassment. He had laid his hand on her head and run his
fingers possessively through her blonde mane. "Well Miss December I see
Andrew has trained you well. My name is Mister Golding. Now I will take care
of you."
           She had turned her head to look at Andrew but he had walked away
and had his back to her as he engaged in conversation with other men.
           Kimberly turned back to her newfound patron.
           He was smiling at her kindly. You will do fine little girl." he
had said. "Just do always as I say and I will take good care of you." Then
the old dear had done something, which had just saved Kimberly's loosing
hold on her sanity. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Just bear
this for a few more moments and I will cover you. Andrew is a total ass for
this little demonstration and it seems he has left us both at a
disadvantage. Just hang on for a moment more."
            Kimberly had held on. It seemed an eternity she had knelt there
on naked display in the middle of a room full of men. Then Golding had stood
and led her from the room. In the anteroom he had opened the hall closet and
pulled out a thick half-length mink coat. With a slight smile he held it up
so she could slip into it. Gratefully she pulled the fur about herself.  It
was heavily luxurious. In time she would learn all Golding's gifts where
calculated. The coat was cut deeply. By pushing her hands deep in the
pockets she was able to just close the wrap. But it was nearly impossible to
not reveal a deep expanse of exposed cleavage. She understood immediately
she would be unable to sit or walk in a decent manner.  She looked up at
Golding. He smiled at her.
           "You are too lovely to keep completely covered up my little toy,"
he told her softy.
            This is the way it began for her and Mr. Golding. She was to
find out she was at the end of a long chain of females possessed by him.
They had established an unspoken agreement. He would take care of her and
she was to be his special pet. Which consisted of her being there when he
wanted her. At 80 he was visually oriented. He wanted to look at her. They
had several occasions where sex had been attempted and once he had achieved
an erection and an orgasm. He had been so thrilled he had bought her a new
sports car the next day.
              Mr. Golding had been very good to her. He had not only
insisted on her finishing her degree but had introduced her to people in the
industry. He had become a father figure, mentor and friend. He had told her
"in this town everyone has to kiss someone's ass. The trick is learning when
to recognize the proper time for someone to return the favor."
The several Hollywood events he had taken her too had resulted in a plethora
of tabloid pictures and speculation. But all of that was immaterial to her
new passion of production. She had a developing gift for large scale
organizing of seemingly unrelated factors. She had used Mr. Golding's money
and made him much more. And he had responded generously.
           When he died she found that he had left her enough assets that
she would never have to really kiss anyone's ass again.
.          When her old friends from the men's magazine called her about
doing an anniversary retrospective pictorial spread she declined their very
reasonable offer.
          "I am retired," she had told them with a laugh.
           With her career becoming more promising she had become more
independent.  In fact she now considered herself fiercely independent. She
had sworn to herself that no man would ever control her destiny
again.Through her past generous contacts she had made some wise investments
and now had her own small production company.
            She had been negotiating with Talbot for his investment in her
company when he had suggested she accompany him on his little sightseeing
expedition to the South Seas. She was enough of a Hollywood veteran to sense
some ulterior motives with this trip, but Talbot was a very high level
reputable financer.  By chance her just graduated little sister and
girlfriend where staying over at Kimberly's condo in L.A. She had told
Talbot that was the reason she needed to stay in town. He wouldn't hear it.
He said it would be a big educational experience for the girls. "A rare
chance to see some of the un-traveled world." He proclaimed.  Once the two
teenagers had heard of the opportunity there was no going back.
            Kimberly thought ruefully and I thought having them along might
keep me out of trouble. (To be cont)

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