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I cleared my throat. "Goldie...what the fuck?"

Goldie looked up at me. "Bondage coffin...."

I licked my lips, looking down at the various straps and tubes that littered the inside of the padded black box. "I got that much, but my question is why you brought me here?"

Goldie stared at me, unwavering, unmoved. "Wanna go in with me?"

I shook my head quickly. "No...Goldie...you're not going in a box."

Goldie looked down to the box. "It's fine. You use machines to breathe and have protein stuff pumped--"

"Goldie...you're not going in a box." I grabbed the lid and slowly closed it. "Goldie...you need to stop...because this shit will kill you."

Goldie watched the lid snap shut. "It's safe...like, just lonely, and if--"

I shook my head. "Goldie, I care about you, I know you enjoy having stuff up your ass and up your snatch, but you really need to back up here." I pushed the box away with my hoof. "That shit...that-" I pointed to the black death box, "-that is literally a coffin."

Goldie shook her head. "Sensory deprivation--"

"Don't care." I put my arm around her and swung the white mare away. "How about dinner?" I walked the techno aged mare away from the strange box. "This fetish crap really isn't going to do you any favors...and machine assisted breathing is something for the dying."

Goldie lowered her head. "...I thought you'd get it--"

"Oh, I get it. But I care about you too much to have you lock yourself in a box and drive yourself crazy, and probably end up dead...." I squeezed her against me. "How about we go...we eat something nice, and we throw that box in the river?"

Goldie's frown hardened. "It cost a lot you know--"

"I'll pay for it...."

Goldie's frowned hardened. "You know, I don't like you judging me...you said you--"

"Goldie...really? I get the bondage thing, but do you really want to be locked in a box?"

Goldie's fingers tightened around my arm. "It would have been nice with someone else...."

"Then why don't I stay the night? Not in the box, maybe a bed, near a fire, warm and safe."

Goldie huffed angrily. "Fine...pegging?"

I felt my backside tighten up. "Uh.... I uh.... Let's go eat something."

"I'll be sub first if you want." Goldie wrapped herself around my arm. "Master...."

I felt a jolt shoot up my spine. "Um, or you could--"

"I want to be the sub first...but you're getting it up the ass after I do...." Goldie's tone was rock solid, sure of itself. "If I can't go in the box, you and me are gonna be in leather."

I rubbed my throat with my free arm. "Goldie...what is your fascination with my ass?"

"What's with your lack of fascination with mine?"