Sunday, September 19, 2004
A fantasy
You come to me, or tell me to come to you. You take my arm and lead me inside. You tell me to strip, and I do so. You lead me to the bed, and tell me to lie down.
You tie me, so tight I can't possibly pull free. Should you leave me there, I would be stranded. I see you get out the paddle, and you begin. You spank me, and then you get out the cane. I freeze, knowing what is coming. And you strike. Over, and over. Marking me, giving me bruises I can take home with me, bruises that will last for weeks.
You turn me over, and begin on my breasts. Whap, whap, whap. Each strike deliberate, each mark designed to let me now how careful you are being with me.
You bring out the paddle again. This time, between my legs. You strike my thighs, softly at first, then slowly increasing in intensity. Suddenly, you stop. You take careful aim, and softly strike my cunt. You run the blade of the paddle up between my lips, and then strike again, and again, until I can't stop coming.
You watch me for a while, and then get out the clamps. I know what is coming, and while I'm frightened by the pain, I want you to do this to me. I want it, and yet I can't tell you. You put them on, and I gasp.
When I can open my eyes, I see you reaching for the plug. Yes, I think, Oh God yes. Fill me. Fuck me hard, and let me feel you inside me for days. And you do.
You look me in the eye, and tell me that I belong to you. I agree. Heart and mind, body and soul, I am yours.
You position yourself over me, so I can lick your ass while you pull on the chain and rub my clit so I come through the pain.
When you are satisfied that I am truly yours, you turn around and fuck me. You shove your cock inside me, filling me completely. You feel yourself getting ready to come, and pull out, climbing up the bed to my mouth. You fill my mouth, with the taste of you, and the taste of me. And you can see that I love it.
After, you tell me that you know. That no matter who you love, or what the circumstances, for me it will never be over. And you're glad.
This is the dream I had last night.
You come to me, or tell me to come to you. You take my arm and lead me inside. You tell me to strip, and I do so. You lead me to the bed, and tell me to lie down.
You tie me, so tight I can't possibly pull free. Should you leave me there, I would be stranded. I see you get out the paddle, and you begin. You spank me, and then you get out the cane. I freeze, knowing what is coming. And you strike. Over, and over. Marking me, giving me bruises I can take home with me, bruises that will last for weeks.
You turn me over, and begin on my breasts. Whap, whap, whap. Each strike deliberate, each mark designed to let me now how careful you are being with me.
You bring out the paddle again. This time, between my legs. You strike my thighs, softly at first, then slowly increasing in intensity. Suddenly, you stop. You take careful aim, and softly strike my cunt. You run the blade of the paddle up between my lips, and then strike again, and again, until I can't stop coming.
You watch me for a while, and then get out the clamps. I know what is coming, and while I'm frightened by the pain, I want you to do this to me. I want it, and yet I can't tell you. You put them on, and I gasp.
When I can open my eyes, I see you reaching for the plug. Yes, I think, Oh God yes. Fill me. Fuck me hard, and let me feel you inside me for days. And you do.
You look me in the eye, and tell me that I belong to you. I agree. Heart and mind, body and soul, I am yours.
You position yourself over me, so I can lick your ass while you pull on the chain and rub my clit so I come through the pain.
When you are satisfied that I am truly yours, you turn around and fuck me. You shove your cock inside me, filling me completely. You feel yourself getting ready to come, and pull out, climbing up the bed to my mouth. You fill my mouth, with the taste of you, and the taste of me. And you can see that I love it.
After, you tell me that you know. That no matter who you love, or what the circumstances, for me it will never be over. And you're glad.
This is the dream I had last night.
