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REV Master's Island 05 {Taoman} {Mf+, oral, anal, bi, spanking}

   Master's Island copyright @2000 Taoman.  The right of Taoman to be
identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with
Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988

   Author's Note: This is the complete final revised version.  I am sorry
for any reader's frustration that may have occurred due to the previous
version's many problems.  I suggest you delete any other MASTER'S ISLAND
files you have archived.  Thanks go to Morgan for his patient editorial
assistance in the completion of this.  Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com





   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.





   

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