A/N: Okay dearies! I have left you in anticipation for the deals Rumple and Gold make. Hope I did not disappoint you! Love Joanne.

"I know you are a princess, and not used to sleeping on the cold and hard cobbled floors of dungeons," said Rumplestilzkin with a chortle that bordered on maniac. "But I had to make sure that you, my little pet, know where your place is. And now that I am quite certain you won't kill me or even try, I'm going to make you a deal for your lovely little room."

With a high pitched giggle that was blatantly over the top, the magical fiend circled around the beauty before him, his hands tented and fingers wriggling in anticipation of her response. "What do you want of me?" asked Belle softly, nervousness dripping in her voice.

"What I want is a memory," said the Dark One in a deep voice. He gently pushed a stray curl from the beauty's face as he continued. "Every day you are to give me a memory. Your happiest memory to be exact. In doing so, you will keep this room. Do we have a deal?"

"I give you my happiest memories?" asked Belle, confused. "H-how am I to give them to you?"

"Quite simple," smirked Rumplestilzkin. "You just project your memory to me, and I will bottle it up in this little vial." He waved the vial that he held in his hand. "And when you have finished, you may go at once to do anything you'd like to do."

"Sounds fairly simple," said Belle. "I'll agree to that."

"Good," smiled Rumplestilzkin. "And now, I would love for your first happy memory dearie."

Belle thought long and hard, and then when she had come up with a memory, she closed her eyes, and tried to project it to Rumplestilzkin. "Did it work?" asked Belle, eyes still shut in concentration.

"Yes, it did," said the deal maker as he held the vial that now held within it blue swirling liquid triumphantly. "You may go enjoy your room now."

Rumplestilzkin walked out of the room, still holding the vial aloft as he studied its contents. He climbed the winding staircase to his private chambers, and locked the door behind him as he spilled the contents of Belle's memory onto the floor. With a sudden whirl of wind, Rumplestilzkin was thrust into the beauty's happy memory.

He saw a very young Belle who couldn't have been older than three. Her hair had not yet grown to the luscious length she currently had, but it was cute and curly. Her blue eyes sparkled as she toddled up to her father, the great King Maurice. "I have a present for you, my Belle."

In the king's hands was a small chick. Belle's eyes grew wide as she held the chick in her own very small hands. "Cheep cheep cheep!" the toddling Belle cried as she petted the chick. Her face was the most beautiful, even as a very young child. He smiled at the memory, watching as she petted the chick lovingly.

The memory began to fade, and Rumplestilzkin returned to his tower. "Hmm…" the fiend pondered to himself. "If that is her happiest memory… there must be something wrong…"

"Comfy?" asked Mr. Gold as he sat down next to me. I nodded, wringing my hands nervously. "I would like to ask you a few questions. And I want you to be honest with me."

"Oh… kay?" I said, wondering where this was going to lead.

"Do you feel overwhelmed?" Mr. Gold asked. "And wish that there was someone who could just take control of every aspect of your life?"

I raised my eyebrow. "At times," I said slowly. "Especially when the rent is due."

"Do you wish to end the misery of having to work hard, to make tough decisions, and to just be?"

"Where are you going with this?" I asked, scooting away from him a few inches to look into his eyes.

"I want you to be my submissive," said Mr. Gold, seriously.

"Hold the phone," I said as I got up from my seat. "Are we talking about S&M?! Because I don't do those things! The whole kinky whips and chains and paddles aren't my thing."

"That's not quite what I had in mind," said Mr. Gold as he rose from his seat. He touched my arm, and pulled me towards him to look into his eyes. I was inches away from him. I could smell his masculine cologne, musky and woody. "What I had in mind is that you give yourself over to me, and let me control everything. What you eat, paying the bills, washing your clothes, your salon appointments, everything you have to deal with on a daily basis, you will let me handle. If you just sign my contract saying that you will not divulge any information said about our agreement or anything spoken between us or what we have done to anyone, we can get down to business. Do we have an accord?"

I didn't know what to say. Having everything controlled and just being submissive in every aspect of my life scared me. I was curious as to how much control I was willing to let this strange man have over me. "Is it possible to have like, oh I don't know, a trial period? To see if I like having someone control me."

"That seems reasonable," sighed Mr. Gold as he walked over to the counter and took out a file from his black briefcase. "I will give you this to look over. Starting now, we will be operating as if I am your dominant and you are my submissive. Failure to the rules will result in consequences. Read them carefully."