Goldi

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Goldi Copyright© 2008 Kissa Starling Edited by Cindy Jacks Cover art by Dawn Seewer Electronic book Publication: March 15, 2008 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Dark Eden Press, Inc.® 629 Lisa St., Burleson, TX 76028 This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously. Warning: This book may contain themes that could be considered controversial or offensive to some. Views expressed here do not necessarily reflect those of the Publisher. Dark Eden Press is not responsible for any action that a reader may take against another person. Publisher does not endorse or encourage readers to live out any particular fantasy.

Goldi Kissa Starling

Dedication I dedicate this story to my husband who “encourages” me to watch football. One of those huge football parties inspired me to write this twisted tale. He’s the love of my life and I can now say that watching football can by sexy! ~ Kissa Starling

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Chapter One - The Discovery One day Goldi was out walking along the hiking trail and took a wrong turn. Before she knew it she was deep into the woods. She wandered for hours without seeing anyone. She didn’t know where in the world she was, but she needed a bathroom—sooner than later. She had no intention of answering nature’s call out here in the middle of nowhere. Trudging through the forest with her Kegels held tight was no fun. Every turn she took presented her with a creek, pond, or other body of water. It seemed like the gods were against her. The muscles in her pussy kept her bladder in check and set off a tingling sensation in her clit, reminding her of another need she desperately had to take care of soon. She wasn’t sure which took precedence. Thoughts of her last encounter entered her head… Sean had her pinned to the wall in the bathroom of the Altri, the swankiest joint in town. To this day she couldn’t believe he had done it. He had slammed the door, held her arms above her shoulders and pressed his bulging groin into her crotch. She felt his hands reach under her skirt and spread her legs apart for easy access. There were no panties to pull down so his middle three fingers scooped insistently into her pussy. His withdrawn fingers were wet and musty. Sean had held those fingers in front of her mouth and ordered her to suck. It had been the first time Goldi had tasted her own juices. His eyes looked into hers as she sucked every droplet of juice from his skin. His eyes burned with desire and the fire heated up as she obeyed his commands. Her breasts were revealed when he tore open her blouse. He fumbled with his zipper and the pull fell right off. He wore no underwear. His smooth, stiff cock was sticking up right around her belly button. He reached up under her arms, lifted her up and brought her down on his cock. She was just getting into riding him in that unusual position when someone came in the bathroom. Unabashed Sean flung the door open so that they could be watched. The man who had entered stood before the door, entranced. Sean nipped at her nipples while the man reached into his pants and started rubbing his own cock. Goldi pretended she was a porn star. She moaned, dug her nails into Sean’s back and moved every muscle in her body as they fucked. The sweat covered the tops of her breasts and the back of her neck. Sean was holding her arms up as he came. The man was holding his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down. The orgasm hit her when she saw the man’s come spurt forward all over the bathroom floor. It had been one of the most erotic episodes of her life. She was thinking so intently that she was unaware of the old house until she ran into a rickety fence. The couch on the front lawn had seen its better days. Burson Bears football neon signs adorned every pane of the windows on the first and second floor. There were lawn chairs set up absolutely everywhere. Empty beer containers littered every part of the yard. Goldi kicked a huge, empty bottle of vodka to the side as she made her way up the sidewalk. Surely the people that lived here could direct her back onto the hiking path. Repeated knocking on the screen door did no good. There appeared to be no one home. She noticed that the security door was open just a tad. She slowly turned the screen doorknob, pushed the inside door open and stepped into the entryway. The

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stench of unwashed laundry and old food smacked her right in the face. Yuck! She wasn’t sure that a bathroom in this house would be any better than and outhouse. Goldi called out just to assure herself that she was indeed alone, “Hello? Is anyone home? I just need to use your bathroom please.” No one answered her and it was just as well—she wasn’t sure she wanted to meet people who lived like this. The living area didn’t look much better than the yard. There were empty cans, bottles and chip bags strewn all over the carpet. It was apparent that three men lived here. There was three of everything. Three buckets of chicken wings were sitting on the end table. Her stomach rumbled. She could see steam rising up from the wings so she knew they weren’t old. One bite couldn’t hurt, she thought. She grabbed one wing from the first bucket and tasted it. Mmm, okay but too sweet. The wings in the second bucket were a darker color than the first. Teriyaki, one of my favorites. The third bucket contained all drumettes. She hadn’t even bitten all of the way into the flesh of the wing before her lips started burning. Now these were wings! Her eyes watered as she reached for a second and then a third. Before she knew it the whole bucket of wings had disappeared. The sizzling wing sauce burned her torn cuticles and she still needed to pee. A look around revealed three remote controls. She picked up the black one first and punched the on button. Far over on the right, a 27” television came on. Of course it was programmed for football. The leather couch was comfortable enough to sit on and watch part of the game. All of those bulging, sweaty men turned her on. She was just getting into the game when the sound quit working. When she picked up the silver remote and pushed the on button it started a second television. A 50” screen lit up off to the left of where she was sitting. The picture and sound were so much better on this second television. The Burson Bears were just about to make a second touchdown when the cable went out. Becoming increasingly frustrated, Goldi punched the on button on the last remaining remote. Eighty inches of wall came to life in front of her. She hadn’t noticed the screen before. A projector behind her was playing onto the screen. This is better than being at the game in person. I could sure get used to this. Direct satellite gave her a crystal clear picture and she could even rewind the plays using the Tivo function. A straining bladder reminded her that she still needed to use the bathroom. She tried to press pause on the remote but she kept hitting the wrong buttons. The pause button on the projector was no use either. When she pressed it the entire machine came crashing down. It hit her foot, she accidentally kicked it…and it slammed into the big screen. Smoke wafted up and the smell of fried electronics filled the air but that didn’t stop her from running through the house searching for the bathroom. Surprisingly, there was not a single bathroom downstairs so she headed up. There were three closed doors at the top of the stairs and she opened the first one. It appeared to be a bedroom but she didn’t stop to check things out, there was a bathroom through the next inner door.

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Chapter Two - The Exploration Never before had peeing felt so good! Goldi took her time and noticed several items in the bathroom. Several framed photographs of a handsome young football player standing next to an equally beautiful young woman were hanging on the wall. Love notes and poems were tacked all around the mirror and when the steam from the sink rose up she read I heart you. Church pamphlets and marriage planning pamphlets were on the back of the commode. Why do all men read in the bathroom? And something so important. More photographs hung in the bedroom, all were of the same man and woman she had seen in the previous photos. She found a brochure for a tuxedo rental shop near the computer. When she pulled up his favorites on the computer she saw that he had been looking at wedding bands for several days. An open email explained the details of an upcoming bachelor party. She picked up one of the photographs to get a closer look of the happy couple. The man was extremely tall, at least six foot five. His dark brown hair curled at his temple and his clear brown eyes seemed to twinkle for the picture. His teeth were so white he could have done a toothpaste commercial. The girl beside him looked so small. Goldi figured her to be about five foot six. She had long, wavy blonde hair and golden, brown eyes. She was smiling in the picture and wore a large diamond ring on her finger. They certainly came across as the all-American couple. From all indications they were getting married soon. This was not the kind of man who got her juices flowing but it was nice to see a happy couple. She had yet to hear any voices in the house so she decided to explore further. The second bedroom could have belonged to a woman. The bed was made and no dirty clothing lay around on the floor. Classical music played in the background and the shades had been drawn. This gave the room kind of an overcast, dim lighting effect. The closet held several expensive shirts and suits. Her bathroom investigation turned up several bottles of mouthwash, lots of toothpaste and dental floss and a flex bar for pull-ups. A mini fridge was stocked with wine and chilled glasses. Pictures of half nude women were plastered all over the computer screen. The man who lived in this room was a player. She had seen his kind around. A part of her identified with this one. She had been more than promiscuous in college. Back then she would have done, and said, anything to have fun. She thought back briefly to her college years. Every day had been a party. Every night had been sexually satisfying. She had spent some time with a football player back then… His large hands were perfect to hold a football with, but Goldi had dreamed of him holding her. Instead he had pushed her into the arms of his roomie, Ted. Oh Ted. Now he knew how to fulfill a woman. That tongue of his should have been insured. One time he had flattened that thick tongue of his and licked her from ass to clit. Goldi remembered him doing this over and over and over again. She thought of the way his thumb massaged her clit while his tongue rolled

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up like a shaft and penetrated her pussy. Oh God those were the days! She came repeatedly until James came home and caught them. Oh well, he found himself a virgin cheerleader and married her. Goldi would find her other half someday. She just hoped it was sooner than later. No photographs hung in this room. She wondered what this man might look like. She did see a blue and gold jersey hanging over a chair. When she picked it up she read the number seventy-eight on the front. This was getting to be entertaining. She couldn’t wait to see what the third bedroom held. A third door was at the end of the hall. Goldi, became braver, ran downstairs to get a drink before she explored this last room. The projector and screen weren’t smoking anymore—that was good. She hurried up the stairs to find out what was behind door number three. Her movements were slow as she walked into the room. A surprise wouldn’t be good at this point of her snooping. The room was dark, it didn’t even have a nightlight. Whoa, the smell of leather, furniture polish and Aramis cologne invaded her nostrils. Goosebumps appeared on her arms as soon as she crossed the threshold. The man who lived here had no interest in coddling his women. She imagined he would like cold, hard nipples and a slight discomfort in his conquests. Even the floors she walked on were hard, cold wood. Her hands trembled as she stepped forward. “Is anyone there? Please, I only stopped by to use your bathroom. Don’t be upset.” After several minutes of silence Goldi decided she was alone in the room. She reached into her pocket and produced a small lighter she carried to light her herbal cigarettes. A flick of the lighter revealed shadows and images she could not decipher. She saw a small lamp next to the bed and turned it on. The shade was etched with handcuffs and chains. This bedroom held all types of contraptions. Goldi saw a swing, bolted from the ceiling, over in the corner. Some kind of bench was at the end of the bed. The bottom was constructed of wood while the seat was black leather. Oddly enough there appeared to be some kind of stirrup apparatus connected to it. Hmm, she wondered what that was used for. She tried to sit down on it but it was very uncomfortable and she couldn’t figure out where her legs went. Only when she tried to get up did she understand how the device worked. Goldi turned her body, set one knee down and fit it perfectly into one of the openings she had thought were stirrups. Her other knee fit into the opposite side of the chair. Leaning forward enabled her to pull her knees into a snug position and her ass lifted straight up in the air. The vulnerability of her situation hit her. It felt kind of naughty. He used this chair often, she just knew it. The thought produced wet spots on her panties which were already deep inside of her from many repeated intake motions. One wall was covered with unusual paddles, whips, and floggers. Her fingers caressed a glove covered in mink fur. It was so soft. She held it to her cheek and closed her eyes imagining what it was used for. The stiff, wooden paddles piqued her imagination almost as much as the glove. These were cold, solid spanking tools. One of them had a large circle of sandpaper on it.

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It had been a long time since she herself had been spanked. One boyfriend in college thought he could spank. A few men since then had taught her what a true spanking could do to heighten the senses. The whips and floggers were made out of common leather. They had two colors intertwined on most of them ending in a tight tail. The hanging strips of soft, colored leather made her think, ”sensual”. She could imagine them hitting her ass repeatedly. That tiny tail at the end might leave a small mark alongside the welts. The thought made her pussy grow even wetter. What made these toys unusual were the precious stones that adorned their handles. The jewels were bigger and brighter on the floggers. The man who bought these toys knew quality. She recognized diamonds, emeralds and even pearls. One special flogger was trimmed in sterling silver and constructed of purple leather. These were not your every day playthings sold at adult stores. Feathers of every color and species were tucked neatly into a wooden cross that became visible as she crossed the room. The closet revealed tiny, leather lingerie, chains, blindfolds and thigh-high stiletto boots. She put on the black leather outfit without even thinking of what might happen or to whom it might belong. It made her feel sexy. Mischievous. In her mind she was waiting for the mysterious man to come home. To her…for her. He would be the kind of man who would make a woman wait. He would keep her on the edge as he slowly made his way home while she conjured up all kinds of kinky scenarios in her head. What would he force her to do? She closed the closet doors and realized that the fronts were made of mirrors. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all. The boots were a perfect size seven. The lingerie, which was similar to a baby doll outfit, was open like a skirt at the bottom and fit snug over her flat stomach. The sturdy, silver chains curved under her breasts and pulled them up at attention. The chain continued around behind her neck like a necklace. It snapped shut with a small lock that dangled in the front. Her rose tinged nipples were not covered and something looked out of place. She discovered two chain clamps laying on the front of her outfit. These were the kind of outfits worn on Halloween. People wore clothing similar to this as a joke. This was no joke. I wonder what those clamps would feel like on my nipples? With her thumb on one side and her fingers on the other side she pressed one clamp open. It was rigid and very sturdy. It closed over the pale skin of her finger. It wasn’t so bad. She removed her finger and tried to close the rubber tips on her nipple. For some reason it wouldn’t work. Goldi let the clamps suspend in front of her and continued to look at the sights this room had to offer. There was a massive wooden chest under the swing towards the corner. Inside the chest she found a collection of amazing toys—Dildos, vibrators, needles, canes, candles and more blindfolds. Never in her life had she seen such an array of kink. She made her way to the king-sized bed and sat down. What kind of man owned this delectable bedroom? Her mind couldn’t conjure up a picture of him no matter how hard she tried. This man was like none she had ever known. I would love to meet him in person, not here or now but someday.

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The drawer beside the bed divulged all sorts of media secrets. She found x-rated videos of the homemade variety, magazines and even an MP3 player with earphones attached. One of the magazines featured bisexual women and this is the one she chose to pass some time. The earphones fastened easily to her ears. She lay back on the soft, feather pillow at the top of the bed and pushed start. At first she heard nothing but static, or so she thought. As the sounds grew louder Goldi deciphered them to be sounds of pleasure. There was a woman moaning and a man directing her every move with a stern voice. The commands came one after the other. The man told her to spread her legs, put her arms over her head and to lie perfectly still. The firm voice excited her and put her into a kind of trance at the same time. I love it when men talk dirty, being called vulgar names excites me. She envisioned precisely what was happening to the woman because the man went into great detail as he was performing “tasks”, as he called them, on her. “I am fondling your thighs and ass with the touch of my favorite flogger. You know the one with pearls and silver trim. It is the same one I used on you under the stands during the concert last week. You loved that didn’t you? Tell me how you loved it.” Another, softer voice spoke, “Yes, Sir, I did enjoy that. You are the only one who knows how I love for my pussy to be flogged.” “Yes, I am. Now that your nipples are hard and red I will secure these new clamps on them.” Goldi picked up the clamps hanging from the front of her lingerie and tried, once more, to secure them to her own nipples. To her amazement it worked. The tightness of the steel spread across her chest as she continued to listen. “Now I am going to tie your wrists together. I will tie your ankles to the swing. The swing is new to you. I bolted it into the ceiling myself. I know you trust me. I will secure this blindfold over your eyes. Before I do this you must make yourself come three times. You have ten minutes. Go.” Why can’t this thing have video capabilities? I need to see what’s going on. A woman moaned and occasionally she heard a loud smack against skin. Was this woman actually slapping her own pussy and thighs? It certainly sounded like it. A scream of ecstasy erupted from the woman’s throat as she came, over and over again. I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. This really happened to someone and she envied the recipient of such pain. To be able to trust someone to this degree was unimaginable to her. Her hand wandered down between her legs and she started to pleasure herself as she listened to the woman’s after-moans subside to nothing more than pants. “Very good. You have done well. I see how deeply your trust runs. We will do this again very soon. For now you must lay still. I will prepare you for our last play event of the evening.” No, don’t stop. It can’t be over yet. She started to imagine she was the woman in the recording, making those sounds for him. Her fingers felt so good when she probed into the folds of her wet pussy. She scooped up her wetness and deposited it on the edge of her tongue. Mmm, that taste would never get old. Sometimes she would smear it all

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over her tiny, pink nipples and then lick at it with her tongue. Today she tugged on the clamps attached to her nipples and slapped at the undersides of her breasts. Never before had she been quite so turned on. Never before had pain seemed so sensual to her. Never before had she thought this was something she would want to do. Goldi pinched the clamps together at the same time. The pain rushed through out her body. The intense pleasure swirled around in her head as she came in one strong burst and drifted off to sleep with her hand still resting between her legs.

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Chapter Three - The Reality Goldi woke up in a stupor. She had no idea how long she had slept. Her only thought was that she must have been out for several hours. I have to get out of here. She started to rise and realized that moving was difficult. Something held her to the bed. The more she pulled the tighter the hold became. “Struggling won’t help.” The voice both scared and tantalized her. “Let me help you.” She recognized the voice. It wasn’t the voice of anyone she had ever met. It was the voice from the mp3 player. “Leave me alone!” she screamed. She thrashed and pulled away every time she sensed his hand was anywhere near her. Somewhere in the room a light was switched on. She froze. She hadn’t realized the lights were off. The only light in the room had been moonlight streaming through the blinds. She could see quite clearly now. She was tangled up in the sheets. Nothing was holding her down. There were three men standing over the bed she was laying on. The first man was the one she had seen in the photograph with the sweet, young woman. He smiled at her with a question on the tip of his lips. He had such a clear, smooth complexion up close. A fresh, clean smell assailed her nostrils as he leaned towards her. Every nail on every finger was neatly manicured. This could be the perfect man. Not for me of course. This could be the perfect man for the perfect woman. I’m not perfect, I’m just me. She remembered a sign she had seen recently on the outside of one of those doctor’s offices—Be yourself, Everyone else is taken. If she had been into the all-American pie guy she would have just hit the jackpot. The second man was dressed much like a 70s club dancer. His skin was as dark as coal. He was so tall she had to bend her neck almost completely back to see his face. She guessed he weighed about three hundred pounds or more. He wore a white suit with a purple, silk shirt underneath. His eyes were a blaring blue that did not match his muddy, dark-brown dreadlocks. She could only guess that he had bought his eye color. He should have gotten a refund for them and taken the white, patent leather dress shoes back while he was at it. He wore more jewelry than Mr. T. Three gold teeth sparkled when he smiled at her. Tiny, gold hoops adorned each of his ears. His nails were so shiny that she knew he must have just gotten a manicure. His leering eyes disgusted her. It wasn’t until the third man spoke that she turned her head. “We won’t hurt you. Why are you in our house? Why are you laying in my bed? Do you have any idea what you did to my television downstairs?” This man was so different than the first two. He was shorter, about six feet one, but well built. When he turned to flip on another switch she saw that his ass was full and squeezable under his khaki pants. His striking black hair shone and framed his well-defined face. His eyes were a brilliant green. She could stare at those eyes for a

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lifetime. She noticed his straight, confident posture when he moved. He positioned himself at the end of the bed. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say a word. She was so embarrassed. After quite a few minutes of freeing herself from the bed covers she jumped from the bed, grabbed her clothing and ran down the hall to escape. She almost tumbled down the many steps trying to get away from the three men. She didn’t hear anyone coming behind her as she raced out the door and into the woods. She ran blindly back through the trees until she found the hiking trail again. Fortunately, the light of the full moon was there to guide her. Her heart beat madly and her mind was spun at full speed. The familiar, beaten path calmed her nerves and allowed her to catch her breath. What in the world had she been thinking? Breaking in to someone’s house, eating their food and sleeping in their bed were not the actions of a sane person. Oh my God, she had even rifled through their belongings. Looking down she realized she still had on the leather lingerie! She made her way back to her car, fell into the driver’s seat and turned the key to start the motor.

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Chapter Four - The Encounter On the way home, Goldi’s thoughts focused on the three men. They were a lot alike and she assumed that they were close friends since they lived together. Thinking of the third man excited her beyond belief. His fierce, dark looks attracted her. His demeanor put her at ease. Thinking of his kinky bedroom set her loins on fire. Too bad she would never see him again, never look into those dazzling eyes and never be able to yell his name out during a bout of passion. He was everything she had imagined and more. ***** Weeks flew by and she could not get the mystery man out of her head. The football play-offs were coming up soon and some friends had asked her to go. She wasn’t really into football, but always up for a party. A distraction was just what she needed. Her friends told her that the Burson Bears would be playing the Carson Cats. Football wasn’t her thing but her crowd was rooting for Burson. She purchased a Bears jersey for the big game. It was being held in South Florida at Holcombe Stadium. Traveling to another state, especially a warm one in the winter, would be great. Besides, no one knew her in Florida and she could do whatever she wanted. The flight from Burson to Carson was uneventful. Goldi and her friends dropped of their luggage at the hotel and went out on the town. The grill and bar they ended up at was a local college hangout. “Warm Beer, Cold Food and Ugly Waitresses” was its motto. Noisy students were blowing off steam while tourists were getting drunk. It felt good when she took up a patch of the dance floor and started wiggling everything she had. The hot lights sizzled into her skin and the dancing bodies kept bumping into her. It’s so good to get away, I don’t mind the bumping and groping. Her eyes closed and her hips shook to the beat. She felt someone’s hands grab hold of her waist. A quick turn revealed the occupant of the third bedroom at the house. “Sorry,” he said, “I was just trying to get through the crowd.” She couldn’t believe it! It was him. The man on whose bed she had lain and masturbated while fantasizing he would dominate her. “Hey, aren’t you…?” Goldi tried to get away. The crowd seemed to grow right before her eyes. There was nowhere to turn and worse yet, nowhere to run. “You’re that girl. The one who broke my television. What’s your name?” His lips tilted upward. “It wouldn’t make sense to bolt now. I run fast.” That devilish smile of his is killing me. “My name is Goldi.” “Goooldi, I like it. Would you like to tell me how a beautiful, young woman ended up in my bed without me? You don’t know how disappointed I was when you left. I was ready to push my teammates out of the house so I could be alone with you.”

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Goldi just stood there. Shocked by what he was saying. He wanted to be with her? It drove her hormones mad being this close to him. She was sure her juices were dripping down her legs. “Come on, dear Goldi, let’s step outside for a breath of fresh air.” Goldi did as was requested of her without thinking. She didn’t feel like she had a say in the decision. Did he have any idea what effect his being so close was having on her? “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine,” she replied. “Please tell me your name…I will replace your television.” The man smiled and reached for her hand. “I’m Mark and I’ve already replaced it.” A throng of people exited the bar and forced the two of them to shift to the right. A pack of men came towards them carrying mugs of beer, drinking as they walked. “C’mon Mark, let’s go back to the room and finish these off.” “Those are my teammates,” Mark explained. “I really have to go. They’re always psyched like this before a big game. We eat dinner together, drink a mug of beer and then return to our rooms to turn in early. It seems to bring us luck. I’d better go. It was good seeing you, Goldi. “ Teammates? Big game? “What sport do you play Mark?” Asked Goldi as he walked away. She was quite shocked when he yelled back, “Football, I play for the Burson Bears. Wish us luck.” She couldn’t believe it. She had broken into the house of the three bears, and they were playing in the football play-off game!

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Chapter Five - The Big Game Goldi had a more vested interest in the football play-offs now—she knew one of the players, well kind of. Mark was so much more approachable than she imagined him to be. He seemed like a normal, great, Mr. nice-guy. He wasn’t your run of the mill Mr. nice-guy though—he had some spank in him. She knew about a side of him most people didn’t. She hoped one day to be able to explore the dark side of him. She searched her program until she found a picture of him, number twentyseven. Good thing her friends were all Bears fans. They wouldn’t think a thing of her cheering for their team. Her eyes followed the number twenty-seven jersey across the field and to the bench. Mark tying her to the goalpost…Mark fucking her on the fifty yard line in front of all of the fans…Mark bending her over the bench and spanking her bare bottom…Mark sharing her with his teammates and then instructing her to masturbate with a football. These fantasies drove her wild. Goldi was squirming in her seat and had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. Once she was safely behind a stall door her shirt and bra were lifted in one swoop and her warm tits were pressed against its cold steel. She unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to the floor. Leaning against the wall gave her a moment to steady herself. When she dipped her thumbs into her pussy they came out wet. She vigorously massaged her clit and the outside of her pussy simultaneously. Her hips undulated against her hand slow at first and then picking up speed. Other women were coming in and going out of the bathroom but she didn’t care. Her only goal was to come. She imagined that Mark was there with her. “Rub harder, Goldi. Put all of your fingers inside of you. Pump that pussy. Pretend my cock is in you right now. Use your other hand to slap that tit. Harder. Pinch that nipple so hard that you scream out. Rub faster now. Spread your legs. Start slapping that pussy. Keep slapping it until you come. That’s it. Pinch your clit for me, you slut. You love this don’t you, whore?” The thought of Mark calling her a whore sparked every nerve ending from the tips of her breasts, to the tips of her toes. With her head back and her legs spread, she came. The juices squirted out of her and onto the wall. The spasms hitting hard and repeatedly. Ladies outside the stall were asking if she was okay. She couldn’t even answer them she was so drained. Never before had she experienced an orgasm like this, and she was alone. Goldi knew she was becoming obsessed with Mark, and she loved every minute of it. She made it back to her seat just in time to see Mark make the winning touchdown. The Burson Bears had won the football play-offs. It was kind of a let-down to have to leave the stadium. She didn’t know if she would ever see Mark again. Well, if nothing else, she knew would see him in her dreams—both her daydreams and her night dreams.

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Chapter Six - The Parade The trip home was quick. Goldi fell asleep on the plane and didn’t wake up until right before they landed in snowy Burson. They learned on the plane there would be a parade the following Saturday. It would wind through the streets of Burson and give all of the Bear fans a chance to applaud their favorite team and players. It would give Goldi a chance to see Mark again. She made plans, with her friends, to meet at the corner of their favorite restaurant to watch the parade. She didn’t mention why she wanted to see the parade so badly. She didn’t mention Mark at all. ***** Goldi was filled with apprehension on the morning of the parade. What if he didn’t remember her? What if he wasn’t interested? What if she couldn’t get his attention? She pushed most of her doubts aside and started walking to meet her friends. The air was crisp and cool outside. She was bundled up but not too much, she wanted Mark to be able to see her blonde hair and hopeful hazel eyes. She couldn’t remember ever pursuing a man like this before. Mark wasn’t just any man though, he was a fantasy she had created and tucked into the back of her mind many years ago. ***** The crowd was one huge mass of blue and gold. Goldi had purposely worn her purple coat so that she would stand out in the crowd. All of her friends had shown up early and they were waiting for her on the corner. They even had a hot cup of cocoa waiting. She watched as the mascot for the Burson Bears led off the parade. There were bands and cheerleaders galore. It wasn’t long before the players started to pass. Each player was in his own black convertible. Her friends yelled out numbers as the players went by. “Way to go eighty-three. You beat ‘em!” “Go Bears,” could be heard from the rooftops and windows of the shops where people were applauding. Goldi could feel the excitement in the air. This was well worth getting up early on a Saturday morning for, even if she didn’t get to see Mark. She really wanted to see Mark though and soon she would get her wish. There he was, sitting on the back of a 2007 Mustang convertible, looking as incredible as ever. Goldi had pictured herself screaming, and yelling, to get his attention, but when she saw him she was speechless. The crowd was going crazy around her. “Alright Mark! We love you man. Show us that play-off ring.” He was directly in front of her now. A well-endowed red head was his chauffeur. Goldi’s mouth was frozen shut and refused to open. The mustang inched past her

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corner. This was her last chance. Whatever she did or did not do in this instant could change her love life forever. How could he not be wearing a coat in this weather? Goldi ducked under the barrier, stepped into the street and ran right up to Mark’s black mustang. Security guards were only one step behind her. She raised her arm in the air and screamed his name as loud as she could. “Mark, it’s me, Goldi!” Mark turned and presented her with the most amazing smile. He held his palm out to the security guards and policeman that had surrounded Goldi. “It’s okay men, she’s with me.” Mark held out his hand and she took it without hesitation. She climbed onto the back of the car and sat right next to Mark Hinton. Mark continued to smile and wave at the fans that they passed. While he was smiling and waving he was also whispering to her under his breath. “You went through my things, you listened to my recording, and you know my dark side. Are you willing to explore that sinister side of me?” I want to do more than explore, she thought, I want to live in that realm with you. Silently nodding her head yes. “Then from this instant on you are mine. If you have any qualms or concerns at all tell me to stop this car, and I will let you out. If you choose to stay with me, I will make all of the decisions. I will tell you what to do and when to do it. Press my palm if you understand.” She immediately pressed her small hand into his large, calloused one. The only concern I have is how long before I can feel your lips against mine, she thought. “Good girl. Now, I need some good publicity, something to keep the fans happy. I want you to lean over, kiss me on the lips and then tear my shirt off of me. Next I want you to run up and down the sidewalk yelling, ’I just kissed Mark Hinton. I just kissed Mark Hinton.’ “Hold up the stolen shirt as you run. Make it seem like you are carrying the Hope diamond. All of the women will be jealous of you. I’ll call you after the parade is over. Don’t worry—I know how to get in touch with you. I was planning on calling you this evening. I’ll count down by putting my fingers into your hand. When you feel three fingers, go.” Talk about her head spinning. There was no time to think. She leaned over for a kiss as he pressed the third finger into her palm. He pulled away way too quickly. It was now or never. Her body stood up in the backseat of the car without permission from her brain and ripped all the buttons off of his shirt as she yanked it from his body. The crowd went ballistic. Women were hooting and hollering all over the place. The car sped up a little when she went to jump off. Goldi held the shirt up in the air and ran down the sidewalk yelling just as she had been instructed to do. “I kissed Mark Hinton. I kissed Mark Hinton, and I have his shirt!” Mark’s car continued on in the parade. Goldi ran and ran until she was almost home and the crowd had dwindled. Her breath came out in puffs and she was excited beyond belief. That was the wildest thing she had ever done in her life. What if her

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parents saw it? Her friends had definitely seen it. Guess I’m in this for the long haul. Mark said she was his now and that was what she wanted more than anything. I will do whatever it takes to make that man happy. She could not, and would not, deny him a thing. Her smile widened and she skipped the rest of the way home. At bedtime she lay down with the shirt clutched in her arms and cuddled with it. I’d better get all the rest I can— tomorrow I may be with him.

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Chapter Seven - The Scavenger Hunt A shrill ring awakened Goldi. She jumped up and hoped it was Mark. It was actually a woman who spoke. “I have a letter for you from Mark. I’m in the lobby. Should I bring it up?” “I’ll be right down. Thank you.” Who is she? She couldn’t wait to read the letter. The woman who handed her the letter was gorgeous. It was the same redhead who had driven him in the parade. Her lashes were a mile long and fluttered up and down numerous times while she stood waiting. The red cupid’s bow that made up her mouth was invented for kissing. Her curvy plump body filled out her dress quite nicely. She had the kind of manicure and pedicure Goldi had always wanted. I must find out who she is. The woman handed over the letter without a single word. She ripped it open and scanned. Mark had sent her a list of directions. The directions were simple and clear but she did not understand why he wanted her to carry them out. A note at the bottom of the letter indicated it was imperative she follow the directions exactly and sequentially. This was not for her to question. She folded the letter, shoved it in her pocket and proceeded to start on her tasks. Sometime during the reading of the letter the woman had vanished. Goldi started to think of the directions as a scavenger hunt. She had always loved the Scavenger Hunt movie and thought it would be fun to act it out. She guessed this was her chance. There were five things on the list and she was supposed to obtain them in an exact order. At the end of the list was an address she was to report to with all of the items in tow. The first item was a bag of Blazin’ Buffalo and Ranch Doritos. She passed a grocery store so she was able to check that item off quickly. She saw the fourth item was a bottle of wine and bought it also. The second was a bucket of sizzling hot wings from Wings Express on Main Street. She decided to get it last as it was only one block from her destination. The third item was a black garter belt with fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels to match. That was really more than one item but the directions were to buy them at the same place. She found all of the apparel in the lingerie department of Bloomingdales. The final item was a gallon of crushed ice from the burger joint in town. It took a lot of eye batting and flirting but she finally managed to convince a teenage manager to sell the ice to her. With all of her items in hand Goldi rang the bell at 431 Binger Street. No one answered. She pushed the bell again but to no avail. Feeling so let down, she started to cry. She laid all of her items on the stoop and sat down to let it all out. After only a couple of minutes of this she remembered something—the wings! She had forgotten them. She gathered her things, put them in a bag and set them on the top stoop. She ran down the block to buy the sizzling hot wings. It only took her a few minutes to purchase them and return to Binger Street.

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Goldi stood, once again, in front of door 431. She buzzed the bell and without delay the door opened. Inside was dark and she couldn’t see who had opened the door. All of this mystery energized her. She picked up her parcels and made her way inside.

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Chapter Eight - The Experience The heavy, wooden door closed behind her and Goldi was left in the dark. The hot whisper of breath touched her neck for only a second. “Don’t turn around! Did you get all the items I requested?” Being this close to Mark put a smile on Goldi’s trembling lips. “Yes, I did.” His next question stood her hair on edge and made goose bumps pop up all over her body. “Did you obtain the said items in the order that I directed?” Goldi’s smile disappeared. “No, I didn’t. It seemed faster my way.” “I do understand you are learning, my dear, but you must follow my commands with every detail in mind. Since you are so new, I will forgive you—once.” Mark took her hand and led her through the dark and into the kitchen. “We were going to start slow, Goldi. I see now that we are past this. Set your items down and follow me. We will return to them later.” Goldi followed Mark down the steep stairs and into a basement. She did not say a word. “Stand here, dear, while I prepare.” Her eyes grew wide as she looked around. The anticipation of what was to come welled inside of her. It was cold down here. She was shivering, however, her nerves did not stop her pussy from becoming moist. She pushed her shoulders back and her tits forward. Her legs were kind of wobbly. She had waited for this to happen…She was ready for this. “I’m really sorry I didn’t follow your orders correctly, Mark. Please forgive me.” “I believe I have already forgiven you, Goldi. If you don’t trust me enough to know when forgiveness is warranted then we should not begin this relationship.” “Yes. I will not speak of it again.” Off to the left she heard the quiet click of a switch. A massive fireplace roared with orange flames right in front of her. A wrought iron grate guarded the blaze. Undistinguishable shadows covered the walls of the room. The smell of the burning wood calmed her a bit. It brought back happy, childhood memories. The fire gave life to an otherwise gloomy space. It flickered over glass candleholders and lit up the scarred, wooden floor. She saw many things in the room but very few that she could identify. A long wooden bench was over by the wall. Some kind of large, animal fur rug lay in front of the fireplace. A swing dangled in the corner much like the one she had seen in Mark’s bedroom. Several cabinets, hand-crafted of mahogany, lined the left wall. Each cabinet was closed and bore a large, brass padlock. Her eyes rested on a red, leather couch. It had been placed facing the fire. She knew, without asking, Mark had purchased this couch. It was exactly his style. Mark walked straight to the couch and sat down, his eyes cast away from her. The woman who had delivered the letter appeared from a shadowy corner and sat at Mark’s feet.

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Her forearm was bent backward so that her palm was flat. Placing a half-drunk glass of wine on her palm, he watched the fire for several minutes before he spoke. “This is my dungeon. This is where we will play and entertain a few select guests. This is my slave, Melina. She is with me always and never questions my wishes.” Goldi’s eyes, which were downcast, lifted slightly to look at Melina as he continued. “Most of my things are hidden inside these cabinets for precautionary measures. I do, occasionally, bring family or teammates down here. I’m glad you have chosen to be mine, dear. We will learn to give and take from one another. You will learn to do what I say, exactly as I say. Before we begin our first session there is a word I expect you to memorize. If, at any time, you become uncomfortable with what is going on, you must say ‘purple’. Do you understand?” She could not believe how much trust Mark had already put in her. “I do understand, Mark.” Her mind was whirling just imagining all he had in store for her. “From now on, if we are alone or with Melina, you will call me ‘Sir’. In public, Mark will be fine. Come to me now.” Goldi walked towards the couch. Her steps were taken carefully. She tried to guess what would come next. The anticipation thrilled her. “Take off all of your clothing and let me see you.” “Is Melina going to stay? With us I mean. While we play?” “No questions. Undress.” Goldi unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was not wearing panties. Mark watched as she reached behind and slowly unhooked her bra. Her shirt and bra were pulled above her head. With her head leaned back she slipped her clothing up, over her hair, and down the front of her body The garments were thrown on top of her skirt. This felt so open and free. What if he doesn’t like how I look? My thighs are huge. Every part of her was exposed—physically and mentally. His next command was firm. “Raise your arms up in the air.” She felt her nipples become even harder in the cool basement air. “Now, come stand in front of me.” Mark’s palms covered her nipples and made outward circles. His thumb and middle finger came together to pinch her nipples simultaneously. Mark’s hands traveled down to her neatly trimmed pussy. “I want this clean-shaven. Don’t let me find another hair on this pussy, dear.” A mental checklist was created and shaving cream immediately added. She should also buy new lingerie, lotions and oils. Why does that woman keep staring at me? Is she in love with Mark? “Are you listening to me, dear? You will not learn if you don’t listen.” Mark’s finger dipped inside of her and she responded immediately. Her pussy convulsed around the finger and tried to draw it deeper into her. “You still don’t understand that I am in charge, do you, dear?”

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Mark grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over his lap. “Get comfortable we’re going to be here for a while.” Mark put both hands on her butt and started massaging large circles on her ass and thighs. All thoughts of the second woman in the room vanished. Passion overtook her brain. The first time his hand landed on her ass was a surprise. Goldi felt like a string had been placed from her ass to her nipples. A tingle rippled through her each time that string was pulled. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. She felt sexy and desirable. Every time Mark spanked her ass he would rub for a few seconds. She could feel her ass heating up. The pain of the spanking rushed straight to her head and the only thing she could think of was his hand touching her ass just one more time. Mark started the spanking and rubbing routine on her thighs. They were much more tender than her ass and it hurt a great deal more. More please, she screamed inside of her head. I know I can’t ask for more, I have to remember that I’m not in control here. She surprised herself when her ass rose in the air and wiggled back and forth. This action did not have the desired effect. “My dear, I decide when and where. Remember? I would love to hear you beg though. Stand up in front of me and spread your pussy lips.” She stood, a bit unsteady, and spread her legs just slightly. She loved the warmth of Mark’s lap and hated to leave it. Her pussy lips opened with the assistance of a finger from each hand. Mark inserted his pinky into the center of her wetness and then slowly pulled it out to suck on. “It seems the spanking made my dear a bit wet. I want to taste you more fully. I am going to sit on the floor in front of this couch and I want you to stand over me. Spread your legs wide and keep holding that dripping wet pussy open for me. Don’t try to lie down.” Mark sat under her and grabbed her red ass from behind. He pulled her closer to him and licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. A jolt of pleasure took over Goldi’s senses. Before she could recover from this, Mark started lapping at her pussy. His tongue dove in and out of her like a well-trained cock. Goldi felt herself pumping against him. Mark’s hand pulled back and slapped her heated ass. This only stimulated her more. She put her hands on her tits and pinched her nipples with her nails. This action earned her several more fierce smacks. “Put your fingers back down and hold open my pussy, you slut.” His warm mouth left her clit to suck her pussy lips one by one. His fingers found her clit. He pressed his fingers on it so hard she just knew it would burst. Mark started sucking her pussy lips and pinching her clit at the same time. I can’t hold back one more minute. Her hips rocked back and forth and fucked Mark’s tongue hard and fast. The scream filled the room as she came. I have to move, to lay down if nothing else. There was no order from Mark. When she came down from her first

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orgasm—it happened. His tongue was still inside of her and his top teeth ground down on her clit. The pain and pleasure intermingled and she came all over again screaming at the top of her lungs. “Tell me how much you liked that, dear. You being a slut makes everything so much more fun. Those orgasms were free. Next time you must ask my permission before you come.” Mark stood up and pushed her down on her knees. He unzipped his pants and displayed his throbbing, veined cock in front of her face. “Fuck this, you whore.” Goldi loved sucking men off. She surrounded his cock with her tongue and moistened it up. Her mouth opened to suck on the tip. Mark grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Open your throat and stick out your tongue.” Mark shoved his cock into her throat with one move. “Just keep swallowing so you don’t gag and keep moving that tongue.” Mark pumped in and out of her throat. His cock went straight down her throat, pulled out, and went straight back in. She was amazed what control he had. He never even touched the sides of her mouth. The minutes ticked by. Goldi did just as she was told. Mark moaned and sounded like he was close to coming. He suddenly pulled back a bit and milked his cock with his hand. His come sprayed onto her lips, neck and breasts. She felt as if she had been marked. His seed covered her. She smeared his sticky liquid all over herself. “You will not wash that off tonight,” he told her. Goldi was still reveling in the moment when Mark motioned Melina over to him. “Go upstairs and prepare the bedroom. I want a fire started and the bed turned down.” Melina left the room with a scowl on her face. A few minutes later Mark led Goldi up to a bedroom and told her which side to lie on. He climbed into bed beside her and went to sleep. A craving started inside of her that begged for him. She imagined his sperm filling her every crevice. How could she truly belong to him? Why didn’t he want to have sex with her? Trying to replay every moment in her head became too difficult. Her eyes fluttered a few times and then closed. The next morning she felt someone massaging her breasts and the stimulation was divine. Her legs automatically spread and her arms reached for Mark. His body swayed above her and finally inched his way into her already wet pussy. Her arms were pulled back and up over her head. The silk scarves he used to tie her to the headboard were conveniently attached. His hairy chest rubbed against her nipples as he fucked her. She rose up off of the bed to meet his every thrust. This is wonderful. I don’t ever want it to end. This was what she had wanted the night before. She could see, now, that it was so much better waiting until morning. Tears stained her face as he exploded deep inside of her. Afterwards Mark led her to a shower that had three nozzles. One of them was detachable. He used that nozzle to wet her hair and body. He squirted the clear water

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inside of her pussy. The shampoo he poured onto her head smelled like coconut. He massaged the liquid in and rubbed every hair follicle. He smeared the bubbles from her hair onto her tits. He tried pinching and slapping them but the bubbles made it impossible. Their eyes met and their lips soon followed. Mark’s tongue slipped into her mouth and reached into every part of her. He sucked on her lower lip and then bit down softly. “I love you,” she whispered softly into his ear. ”Of course you do.” He laughed. “What’s not to love?” She was touched by the grin on his face. This was a whole new beginning for her. He was after all, everything she had ever wanted in a man and now he was hers. More importantly, she was his. Goldi held her head back and closed her eyes. Everything was perfect. Mark dressed in the next room as she rinsed the flowery conditioner off the ends of her hair. The entire day lay ahead of her. The shower door opened and there stood Melina. “I have to get to practice, dear, but you let Melina dry you off and give you a massage before you dress. She is great with her hands.” Mark left before Goldi could respond. I don’t want to be with Melina, was what she wanted to say. What she got to say was nothing. The bang of the front door could be heard at the top of the stairs. Mark was gone. “I am good with my hands, as Mark knows. He knows many things about me. I guess he will train you as he has me. He may fall in love with you. He started loving me in the beginning also.” He is in love? With you? But he just told me that he was in love with me. Did he lie? “You may think that he already loves you. He doesn’t. Of course he tells most of the girls that. It’s how he brings them into the lifestyle. You are a pretty one. I can see how he would like you. His friends will like you too. Did he mention that he shares?” Shares?! That was enough. Goldi didn’t need to hear anymore. She pulled on her clothing without saying a word, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. “Where are you going? He’ll wonder where you are. What shall I tell him?” “I don’t care what you tell him. I won’t be back. You stay with that sharing pig! Tell him not to call me—Ever.” Goldi couldn’t think straight. She was oblivious to the rain falling outside as she made her way to the car. If I run I will get there faster. The puddle became visible to her right after she’d already stepped into it and slipped. Her hair, which she hadn’t bothered to dry inside, was drenched and sticking to her face. Mud covered the clean jeans she had just slipped on. Her ass hurt and her pride was bruised. I have got to get away from this house before he gets back. I do not want to see him again. It took longer than it should have but Goldi finally got behind the wheel of the car and shifted it into gear. Five minutes later she was far away from 431 Binger Street. Tears streamed down the bare skin of her face. She never went out doors with no makeup. Why did that woman have to be there? Everything was perfect without her. Why

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didn’t Mark tell me about her? I am such an idiot. I should have left sooner. I don’t know what I was thinking. After driving around aimlessly for hours Goldi ended up in front of her apartment. She wiped her eyes and tied the belt around her coat. She held the keys out to the valet as she stepped out of the Ford Focus. Circling the block looking for a parking spot was just not on her agenda this evening. She was in need of a hot bath and a good book. She needed to relax and forget everything, especially Mark Hinton.

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Chapter Nine - The Reflection Waking up was hard to do. She was dreaming of Mark, of their night of passion. Every time she went to kiss him—Melina was there. She would step between them and take Mark from her. Shaking her head seemed to help get rid of the last of her dream. She heard a ringing off in the distance. Her cell phone, she must have left it in her purse by the couch. Her feet couldn’t move fast enough to get to the phone. “Hello.” “Goldi girl, where are you? I thought you would still be here when I got home. Did you misunderstand my instructions?” Her lips went dry. Pains cursed through her stomach. She could smell the garbage out on the street through the open window. Why does it take them so long to pick up the garbage? Her legs were numb from standing so stiff. Her heart rate accelerated. Did I leave the shower on? “Hey, are you there? Answer me.” I don’t want to answer you. Just leave me alone. Her heart sank when she hung up the phone. It started rang as soon as she hit the end call button. This time she remembered to confirm who was calling. It was Mark. Her finger hit the button that would turn the phone off completely and held it down. The screen went blank. For some reason this devastated her. She went back to bed. The second dream of the morning was worse than the first. Mark invited friends over. After dinner everyone retired to the dungeon. She was tied to the St. Andrews Cross totally naked. He invited all of the men and the women to touch, gawk and play with her. “What’s mine is also yours,” he said while making a toast. They were all coming at her at once. All of those hands and mouths. There was nothing she could do. Struggling didn’t help. “Nooooo,” she screamed when the first couple stood directly in front of her and started to undress. She woke up screaming. Someone was pounding on her door. “I’m coming,” she yelled. She was closing her robe and opening the thin, metal door when she realized she didn’t know who was on the other side. Mark barged in before she could stop him. “What is wrong with you? You leave without saying a word. You won’t talk to me on the phone. I thought we had something. I know we haven’t been together long but I thought…well, am I wrong?” “I can’t be with you Mark. I thought I could. You excite me in ways I didn’t know were possible, but we aren’t meant to be. I’m sorry. I think you should leave.” “I don’t understand, Goldi. You knew about me before you came to my house last night. What changed? Is this about Melina? She isn’t important, in fact she’ll be leaving soon. It is almost time for her to go back to her own Master.”

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“Her own Master?! So she was right, you do share. Listen, Mark, I did think I knew what I was getting myself into. I didn’t. It’s that simple. We live differently. I thought we could merge our lives together but I see now that it isn’t possible. You engage in practices that go against everything I hold to be right and true in my own beliefs. I do hope that you find someone else.” “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I told you I love you. I thought you loved me.” It took everything she had not to run to him in that instant. She was almost ready to forgive him any and everything. When he took a step closer she took a step back. “I can’t stand things to be like this between us. Please reconsider.” Goldi turned and walked away. They were the hardest steps she had ever taken. When she thought her heart would actually burst she turned…and he was gone. She ran to the window just in time to see his car pull away from the curb. The waterworks sprang in full force. She had lost him for good. How will I go on knowing that I can never lie next to him, kiss him or talk to him again? The next week began a whole new routine for Goldi. She woke up and went to work. She picked up fast food on the way home and ate it in front of the television. She didn’t talk on the phone or go out. Bedtime came earlier and earlier for her each night. She stopped wearing makeup and didn’t care if her clothes were pressed or not. It had become the norm to sleep in the same clothes that she had worn to work that day. Depression was taking over her life.

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Chapter Ten - The New Beginning Another Saturday morning and another day spent thinking of Goldi. I love that woman but I refuse to give up my way of life for her. It would only lead to resentment and guilt on my part and hers too. His hand reached for the phone a dozen times a day. If I could only make her see my side of things. Am I willing to leave this lifestyle behind? How far will I go to make her mine? This can’t go on one more week, day, hour, minute—second. I am going to see her. ***** The sun was shining, the birds were singing and a warm, balmy breeze passed through Goldi’s hair as she walked through the park by her home. It was good to be outside. The fresh air was already doing her a world of good. She was smiling as she watched the squirrels chase one another from tree to tree. The short sundress she wore was perfect for this fine spring day. Everywhere she looked flowers were blooming. When she closed her eyes she could smell the fragrant white blossoms of the gardenia. I love that the Mercure flies these in from overseas. Her lips drew together and she was surprised to find herself whistling. Mark was still a regular topic in the subconscious of her mind but at least she wasn’t at home crying, which is exactly what she had been doing everyday for the last three weeks. She looked down from the treetop, where she had been identifying a sparrow, and right into the eyes of the man she loved. He took her hand and led her to a nearby bench where they both sat. Both of his large hands held one of her small, dainty hands. “I’ve missed you. I thought maybe we could talk. Please give me a few minutes. I will walk away if you ask. I’d like to share something with you first.” Goldi’s tongue was actually so dry it stuck to the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Her hand remained in his and she did not stand as if to leave. “Since you are still here I will begin. I know you are new to all of this. I thought some of my dark side excited you. That is the most important thing—for you to be happy. Do you want me to leave it all behind? I’m not sure I can do that. Melina told me how you felt about our night together. I still don’t know how our signals got so crossed. I had an awesome time and I thought you did too. I’m sorry that you felt you couldn’t use the safe word. I don’t have to force women to do my bidding, most are quite devoted to me.” Why isn’t she saying anything? This is going all wrong. I say women like I have a harem at home. Doesn’t she see the love in my eyes? Why won’t she look at me? “I can’t take this anymore. If you hate me and you hate the time we spent together just tell me and that will be the end of it.”

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I’ve backed myself into a corner now. I have no choice but to sit here and wait for her response. Her head lifted. She did see the love in his eyes. She also saw worry and uncertainty. Why would he be worried? He just admitted he has his pick of women. I’m tired of this too. I will have my say and that will be that! “Our night together was wonderful. I fell in love with you that evening. Why did you have your slave girl there? Why didn’t you tell me about her in the beginning? I don’t think you have been totally honest with me and I hate that. We could have had something that lasted a lifetime. I know, that isn’t what you’re looking for. I will not be shared, Mark Joseph Hinton!” Her words, jumbled by the mass of tears and hiccupping, stuttered out regardless of her need to stop them. “Why c-couldn’t you l-l-love me and me alone? I don’t want you sh-sh-sharing me with other m-m-men. I want you and only y-you.” Mark was so utterly confused by this point that he stood up. His right hand rubbed his temple while he thought. What is she talking about? “You don’t want to play with others? Is that what this whole thing is about? Did we even talk about that? I would never ask you to do something you were uncomfortable with. I love you.” A sudden realization hit Goldi like a ton of bricks. It was Melina. It had always been Melina. She was the one who told Goldi what Mark was like. She was also the one who told Mark lies about that night they were together. “I do love you, Mark. This has all been a misunderstanding. We’ve wasted so much time.” She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. He was trying to say something but she covered his mouth with hers. He pulled away long enough to ask, “Wait. Does this mean you did enjoy our play?” “Of course it does. Does this mean you won’t loan me out to your friends?” “Loan you out? That’s ridiculous. Why would you think….? Ahhh, I see now. It was all Melina. She couldn’t stand you because even she knew how deep my love was. I was only training her for a friend. She was a house and humiliation slave. We never even kissed.” “Really? Oh, Mark, I am so sorry. Kiss me.” “There you go again, giving me orders. Come over here darling, closer to the bushes. How do you feel about public displays of affection?” “I love them…and I love you too!” The End

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