“That’s three times this week I have had that dream…” she threw the covers back and walked to the washroom.
Turning on the light, she was momentarily blinded by it. Adjusting to the brightness, she looked herself over in the mirror. She slept in the nude, yet she was soaked from head to toe. She ran the basin water and splashed some of it on her face.
She tried to relive some of the thoughts she could remember from the nightmare, but it only brought more sweat. She didn’t quite know why she kept having the same dream over and over, but now she was determined to find out.
Although it was still early in the morning, roughly around three thirty, Anita decided to cool down by taking a shower. She was already here, so she turned the shower taps on and let the soft spray fill her ears with soothing music.
Peering over her shoulder to glance one last glimpse of herself, she let herself into the shower. The water cascading down her supple skin felt nice. She reached for the soap and attempted to wash away the uneasy feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.
She was lathering herself and accidentally brushed a finger a little too long on one of her nipples, and that sent a peculiar sensation to her crotch.
“Oh why the hell not!” she said to no one.
Pulling the showerhead off its cradle, Anita sat on the back edge of the tub, spreading her legs slightly and aiming the soft jet to her pussy. The coolness of the water against the heat from her lips fought against one another, with her pussy winning in the end.
She arched her back as the waves consumed her. She dropped the showerhead into the tub, and held securely to the sides. Anita fumbled with the taps, and turned the water off.
Taking a few moments to regain her composure, she lay in the tub, pushing the waterless shower head aside. She had almost regained her breath when her telephone rang.
“What the… Who would be calling at this bloody time of the night?”
Quickly grabbing a towel and throwing around herself, she ran out to the living area and grabbed the ringing receiver.
“Hello!” she said excitedly. She was not only mad that it was early in the morning, but also that she had been disturbed after one of her favorite pastimes.
“Ah, hi Anita…it’s Jim. Sorry to call you so early, but I had to call you.”
She recognized the voice immediately. It was Jim from the office, the Jim she knew so well, the Jim from her nightmare.
“Ah yes Jim? What can I do for you?” she relaxed and felt the air fill her lungs again.
“Is everything okay with you? I mean, are you alright?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes Jim, everything is fine. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I am kind of embarrassed to say this, but I just dreamt of you and well, it was a strange dream. I was tied down to a bed, and you were dressed all in black.”
He started to recount the dream she had just had herself. She stood there, half naked with only a towel around her and listened to how he described in detail the exact same scenario she had experienced moments earlier. Her breath grew deeper as she wondered how possibly two people could possibly share a dream when they weren’t even in the same house.
When he finished, she could hear him on the other end apologize for calling her so early in the morning. She breathed a sigh of relief as he finished.
“It is weird that you mention it Jim, I just had the same dream. It was so erotic, yet then when you didn’t move, I was scared. I woke up in a cold sweat. I just got out of the shower.” She remembered was she was doing, and blushed a deep red.
He was speechless on the other end for some time. She called to him, and she could hear him cough.
“I’m sorry Anita, I hope you don’t mind, but I was simply thinking about your shower. I have to admit that I have thought about you many times. And this dream of ours didn’t help.” He finally said.
She could feel the twitch in her pussy again, even though she had just finished the job before being rudely interrupted by the phone call.
“Well Jim, if that’s the case, why don’t you come over here and help me get over my fear of going back to sleep.” She had wanted him for some time now, but never knew how to approach the subject. This was her opportunity.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Jim replied hanging up the phone.
She replaced the receiver on its cradle and squealed with joy. Seeing that she had just gotten out of the shower, she left a small puddle of water where she stood. Yet it wasn’t the only wetness she felt. She reached down and felt her pussy. It was on fire and very soaked. Her fantasy was going to finally realize itself.
Almost exactly fifteen minutes later, Jim stood at her door as she answered it still wearing her towel, her long blond hair still partly wet, clinging to her soft face. He looked at her, and advanced to take her in his arms. They kissed passionately, his tongue searching her mouth for hers. They stumbled backward into the living room, Anita kicking the door closed as they went.
Soon they found themselves on the floor, her towel long abandoned by the front door, and Jim was busily sucking her pert nipples. Her head rolled from side to side as tiny moans escaped her lips. His tall body lay next to her, and she fumbled with his belt. He helped her unfasten his buckle then returned to sucking her breasts.
Her hands worked the fly of his pants and soon she found what she had been anxiously looking for. His cock was fully erect, its enormity dwarfing her small hands. She stroked him gently, caressing his shaft with all her fingers.
“Let’s talk about this dream of ours.” She said.
He was momentarily stunned that she would bring this up in the heat of passion, but as she led him into the bedroom, his anxiety soon faded. He was standing in her room, where various contraptions lay scattered around. He smiled as she walked him over to the bed, stripped him and laid him down.
She lifted his arms toward the bedpost and started tying his wrists.
“I heard the best way to get over your fears is to meet them head on… so what do you say?” she asked him.
He smiled as she tied his other wrist. He did not speak a word, yet she knew he was willing to try her experiment. She moved carefully down the bed, and proceeded to bind his feet.
Once she was content that he was securely bound to the bed, she excused herself and walked to toward her closet. Stepping inside, she removed the leather outfit from its hangar and climbed into it. She adjusted her top so her nipples showed through the small openings.
She walked back out to him, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. His cock twitched at the scantily dressed object of his desire as she appeared before him. She walked to him and grabbed something off the dresser as she moved closer. She straddled him, resting her exposed bottom on his tummy.
Anita held a pair of nipple clamps in front of Jim’s face. He watched her as she leaned her head down to his nipples and bit down on them, making them stand erect.
“Perfect!” she exclaimed.
She lowered the first clamp on his right nipple, tightening it slowly until it squeezed it slightly. Watching her lover’s face, she gave another quick twist and the clamp closed tighter. His face spoke volumes of the slight pain he was experiencing, and her pussy became slightly wetter.
She proceeded to his left nipple, his head turning to follow her every move. Again she tighten the small metal clamp on his nipple, and then tightening it till he moaned again.
She looked at her lover; his eyes rolled back, his head moving from side to side. She felt his breathing become shallow, and she could tell he was enjoying the minor torture she was giving him.
She slid down his tummy until the head of his cock brushed her ass. She stopped and let it linger there for a few moments. She could feel it twitch on her ass, and she loved the feeling.
She stood up, looked at her latest victim and smiled at her luck. She ran her hands down her sides, adjusting the tight fitting leather around her curvy body. She glanc
ed at her lover, lying bound to the bed, and ran a finger across her exposed nipples.
“Do you want these?” she purred.
He looked at her, his eyes roaming her glorious body, stopping at her breasts.
“Yes please.” He replied.
She purred once more as her fingers rubbed her nipples hard, then shot a look at Jim. She wanted to feel his lips around them, but the game must go on.
She reached for her dresser again and this time came back to the bed with a gag for his mouth. She strode over and placed the tiny ball into her lover’s mouth. Tying the strap behind his head, she let one of her nipples brush his cheek. Once the strap was in place, she stood up before him and smiled an evil grin.
“Now I guess that will have to wait, now won’t it.”
She had a flashback to her dream as she stood in front of the floor length mirror once again. She saw the reflection and wondered how she had gotten herself to this point.
She returned to the man strapped to her bed. He looked so helpless, yet so enormously hot at the same time. His cock was fully erect and twitching as she moved in closer. Her fingers traced a line from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock, drawing a drop of precum from the opening. She licked it off her finger as she turned away.
Anita found the small paddle on the dresser, took it in her right hand and slapped it against her left. It made Jim jump when he realized that the moment they both feared was about to take place. He was nervous, but highly excited at the same time.
Anita raised the paddle above her head, losing sight of her fears and brought it down hard against his inner thigh. He moaned loudly as the red mark grew fiercer on his pale skin. She let out a small laugh as she raised it again. The second blow was more intense, and Jim let his eyes close, squeezing out a tear of joy.
Anita lost herself in the fantasy, feeling more pleasure from each hit that she inflicted on him. She had moved from one side to the next, bringing the stinging sensation to each leg in twos. He was bucking wildly when she came up to him again on his right side. The marks were bright red, and she momentarily thought she should stop.
Again she lifted the paddle high and brought it down, slapping his inner thigh. This time he didn’t flinch, but his eyes were open wide. She recognized the moment as the one from her dream. She started to panic, but the excitement was too intense to stop. She paddled him again and again no response. He didn’t grab any air, and she was seriously worried now.
She moved quickly to him, the fear of her dream haunting her. Anita removed the gag from his mouth, expecting the worse. She shook him, yelling his name, and then it happened.
His body went tense, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his face was pale. He suddenly spasmed quite ferociously, his body quivering as some unknown force had taken over. She sat up from the bed quickly as his eyes met hers. His cock throbbed and twitched uncontrollably, as he came with such force that it coated Anita’s tits from some distance.
He let out a yell that could have woken the dead, and he begged for her to come closer to him as the orgasm he was experiencing was more intense than he had ever achieved before. He kissed her hard, his tongue twisting inside her mouth. This sent waves of electricity through her body, cumulating in her pussy. She reached orgasm herself, bucking wildly against his chest.
They collapsed against one another, as she let her lover’s wrists free. They looked at each other and laughed an uneasy laugh, realizing that the dream they had both experienced was now behind them, and the journey to fulfillment had only begun.
The End.
Submissive Wench
The rules had been set forth before the evening events were to take place.
1. I was not allowed to speak, whimper, giggle, moan or make any other sounds that my lips could possible make.
2. I was not allowed to use my hands, for anything. No touching, no adjusting. And if I were to try, my hands would then be tied together.
3. I would do everything he said without hesitation or deliberation. Complete trust was to be given upon him.
4. If, and only if I wanted to stop, we mutually decided on the safe word: please.
5. And finally, throughout the entire session, I was to enjoy myself in every aspect of the word. I was to take in every detail and relish in the pleasure that was soon to be given to me.
With that out of the way, we started our evening which was to begin the moment I got home from work. Opening the front door, he was there to greet me with a long, lingering kiss. Without saying a word, he handed me a glass of wine, took my other hand and led me to the bathroom where a hot bubble bath had been drawn and waiting for me. It was dark throughout the house, with just the occasional flicker of candle light set here and there. He then proceeded to undress me, before which he pressed his forefinger to my lips and said, "Remember, no talking."
As I smiled at him, he lifted my top up and over my head, and tossed that to the side. Next was my bra that he masterfully unhooked with one successful swoop of his fingers. That was tossed aside as well, as my breasts were released and able to breathe without the added material. Taking one in his hand, he squeezed it ever so slightly, making my nipple stand erect under his skin. I could feel a moan try to escape my lips, but I pursed my lips together so that it could stay inside my chest. He continued the strip show as he slid my skirt down around my hips and to the floor. I stepped out of it carefully as I still had my kitten heals on. He took those off of me as well, as I stood before him completely naked.
He told me to get into the water and get comfortable. Obeying his orders, I dipped my toes in the water to test the heat. Perfect, he knows what I like and it was just hot enough to relax my aching muscles from the hard day of work I had just accomplished. He took his hands and a cloth and went on to wash my body. He washed me from head to toe, getting all my crevices, while concentrating mostly on my breasts and my pussy. I sipped my wine as he did his majic on my skin. As his hands wandered down to my pussy, my breathing quickened and a soft moan escaped me. He heard this and cocked an eyebrow up at me as a warning. Once more, I smiled at him and he continued his washing.
Once he was done washing my body, including my hair, he held out his hand to help me out of the claw tub. He then hurried out of the room to the mudroom to retrieve something. I heard the dryer door slam and wondered what he was up to. He then returned to the bathroom with a freshly washed oversized towel that was fresh out of the dryer. It was still warm and it felt so good on my chilled skin. He went on to dry my body, making sure that every inch of my flesh was dry and supple.
By this time, I had already gone through one bottle of wine and another cork had been popped just before I was finished in the tub. Feeling a lot more relaxed from the wine and the hot bath, he led me to the bedroom where candles lined its perimeter. It was beautiful and it smelled of gardenia, which he knows is my favorite scent. He told me to lie down on the bed, on my stomach. He had the pillows strategically placed, so that I would have the most comfort, and he would have the best access to my goodies.
Giving him a wink, I got comfortable on the bed and patiently waited for what was to happen next. I didn't know what he had planned. I didn't know what to expect. Beforehand, I told me that he could do whatever he wanted. I was his submissive wench for the night, and he had full reign on the evening's events. He took full advantage of that, believe me!
As I lied there on the bed, he seemed to be collecting a few things and placed them on the bed so that he could easily reach them when the time came for their use. Without my knowing, he gathered 2 of our favorite vibrators, a silk scarf, body oil, and nipple clamps, and carefully spread them out next to my feet. He also retrieved the two wine bottles, the empty one and the one we were working on at the time. I wouldn't be able to see them down there, and everything was to be kept secret. I'd find out what he was using when it was used on me.
He proceeded to put the body oil in his hands, as he rubbed them together,
getting it warm. He then took his strong hands and rubbed my calves from my feet to the backs of my knees. One by one he did this. Getting a little harder with each stroke up towards my knees. He then shifted his body closer and moved up to my thighs. Rubbing each thigh, he'd tease a bit and rub down between my thighs and just barely touching my hidden treasure. He then moved up towards my ass and took each cheek in his hands and squeezed on them like they were two ripe melons and he was testing them for the best one in the market.
I softly moaned into my pillow, it felt too good not to, but I didn't want him to hear me. He proceeded up my back and my shoulders, down each arm and back to my ass. He spent a lot of time on my bottom, that's one of his favorite features on me. With a light slap on my ass, he took his hands and squeezed as he bent over and ran his tongue down the crack and towards the ass hole. My natural reflex is to move my ass upwards so that he could have more of it as he pleased. Normally he liked this. He enjoyed licking my ass, as well as playing with it with his fingers. Tonight wasn't an exception.
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