Chapter Five - INTERLUDE: THE DREAM GIRL
Kimberly wondered how some men could seem intuitively to 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 joyous abandon. She had been a
memorable vision of long flying blonde hair and bouncing tits. The next week she
had been offered a lucrative offer from an agent of a major men's magazine to
pose nude for a pictorial.
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 newsstands 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 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 her body draped over his lap. He had spanked her like a little girl 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 was not to ever
question him. From then 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 was the basis of the relationship from that point on. Kimberly was not
permitted to leave his estate for the next year. It was not as if she was a
prisoner, she just had nowhere else to go.
Despite herself, 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 focused even more completely on Andrew.
But with the passage of months, he had become bored with her. He 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 with joy. He told her
they were to meet the producer and some other important 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 evening's apparel. A tiny black garter belt and a pair of sheer black
silk stockings were laid out on her bed. Aligned on the floor was a pair of
shiny black ultra high stiletto heels. She giggled at Andrews' 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 belt
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 an erotic vision.
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 under her 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, and then decided
possibly it had not been delivered yet. She checked the time and saw the guests
would not arrive for another hour. She sat on her bed and waited.
Time passed and she became alarmed. She was never permitted to call his room.
So she 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 highlight them, too." He then left.
Sitting this night on the beach recalling that evening's events caused her to
begin crying again. Even four years later and she still couldn't understand why
or how she did it.
Andrew had led her 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 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 again smiled 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 that had just saved Kimberly's losing 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 few moments
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 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 were calculated. The coat was cut
deeply. By pushing her hands deep in the pockets she was able just to 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.
That 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 to had resulted in a plethora
of tabloid pictures and speculation. But all of that was immaterial to her new
passion of film 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 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 to be 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 ulterior motives in
this trip, but Talbot was a very high-level reputable financer.
By chance her just-graduated little sister and girlfriend was 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 of it. He said it would be a great 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.
