Chapter 5: 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."