Muse: Goldie Locx
Goldie...Goldie...Goldie
Hair pressed evenly against her sunken cheeks,
Shoes freshly worn right out of the box,
Her red blazer shared an eye for fashion,
Maybe it was McQueen or Wang,
Her hands twitching as if she was anxiously reaching for her pockets were she kept her hand sanitizer,
I can tell she had an obsession compulsive disorder by the way she layed everything out on the table,
Also by how many times she put hand sanitizer on from the door to her seat,
The straws lined up perfectly parallel to each other,
She had two of everything two sugars, two straws, two creams, toast with the edges cut off, jelly spread evenly to each corner,
And of course a latte in the center of the table,
She pulled out a map that looked like it was from the 1870's,
She must have been looking for some sort of hidden treasure,
Only to find beneath her hidden pleasure,
Her stiletto heels stood straight up like she had been practicing for this day,
Everything had to be perfect,
Her face was sunken in because of dehydration over the past few days,
The bags on her eyes was starting to look a little creepy,
Along with her weeping spine sloped over in the chair,
Her fingers still tingling from the wetness of her sanitized coating,
She then snaps her fingers like an idea sparked,
She smiles and before you know it she is chasing leaves around the corner,
The icy breeze very soon to be cutting at her ankles,
She managed to find her self placed at two chained wooden basement doors,
She pulls a key form her necklace to open it,
In a split second a black glove grabs her face and pulls her in,
In my mind I already knew she was freaking out because an unknown hand was touching her skin,
I run up to the basement doors to put my ear in for a listen,
I can hear the sound of electricity firing off like a car was being fixed,
I reach down in my purse to find a small makeup mirror to slide between the cracks,
What I saw my mind couldn't take back,
She was tied up to a rusty pole with basement water dripping along the side of her face,
Her knees and wrists where tied together so that her bottom was sticking straight upward for easy access,
Grime and rust digging into her knees and flaking her skin,
The mysterious person held and electric wand in one and lube in the other,
Gloves already dripping in fun,
Just before I can reach my hand down to grab my phone to call for help she screamed thank you Mistress,
She wanted to overcome her fear of OCD by forcefully being put in uncomfortable situations,
While also experimenting with electricity and arousal from fight or flight,
Testing the dangers of the world with a kick of adrenaline and pleasure,
I push my pupils back in my sockets and wonder,
Pacing for a few moments before actually leaving to catch some screams,
Pleasured dreams,
Mind Schemes,
Flooded,
Oh Goldie...
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