It 's the break we have been waiting for ... one that does not involve us taking any off Clarence Day at work.

You get done with your shopping slip and breakfast tariff with your phratry and finally have some you time. And of form, you have month end piece of work to attend into.

I wait, impatiently maybe ... but I know you would be capable to dispense with some sentence and that 's what matters.

Well, since I do not have anything else to do, I am free to sleep and possibly ambition of you. I snuggle up in my fluffy blanket ... just the mantle and nothing else.

I wake up on something cushy ... backbone ... soft, pristine guts filters through my fingerbreadth. It is weirdly dark, with points of igniter peeking through. I realise that I have a straw hat covering my nerve. I take the hat off and sit up ... the evening sun is softly glowing above the skyline ( or is it dawn ? ). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summertime apparel ... navy ... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Does n't seem like Kuwait ... the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin 's too scavenge, like champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A poise breeze blows, being naughty with the hem of my frock. I look around, it is dusk after all.. the sun 's going down. No foretoken of anyone. No sign of you. If this is a dreaming which I now honestly believe it is, where the infernal region are you ? The beach seems isolated, just the murmur of the sea ... an periodic sucker squawking. Inland, there seems to be nothing much… no augury of homo life at least, darkening tree, not tropic. No tell-tale pin dot of light, no music nothing.

It is beautiful, serene and a petty chilling. I am gravid of my dream to turn the usual route… some freak, some beast to exhibit up… maybe a savage or a group of wolf men… I look all dressed for a chase !

I walk along the beach, trying to sustain an equal distance to the shoreline and the treeline. I do not need to bide out in the open air when night falls and I do not want to wander into the tree diagram ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find some rock and roll, a cove, a cave… don't roll in the hay how that will be any less scary… but maybe I will find one with lights, big fluorescent Inner Light that line the cave walls and lead me to a way with a nice bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a dream, I should be able to care for it and make it look. Isn't that how pipe dream work ? Apparently not, as I seem to hold been walking quite a spell now with no signaling of anything, not even monsters. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is time to wake up, for real.

I guess that's not an alternative here. I am still walking on the beach, it is now dark and the sea is sparkling silver with the moonlight… thank heavens for the moonlight. The waves are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is much calmer there. It could be a dreaming anomaly or I am nearing some jolty share of the beach. I might actually see the cave. The beach also seems to be narrowing, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the tree. Adjusting my middle to only natural lighter feels strange, I can barely make out the careen poking through the sand. The Sun Myung Moon is just risen and it throws odd shadows but I am now almost on what seems to be a stone bed, on an slope. The treeline is too close for ease and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the slope. Suddenly, the trees are replaced by a stone wall, it seemed to have got just appeared. Exhausted mind playing magic trick. I decide to walk along the bulwark, something to lean against in my pipe dream that is now turning into a incubus, almost. I am barely paying attention to anything except the tone of the rock and roll wall and don't even realise when the murmur of the sea recedes and when the swarthiness gets inky.

My paw striking something and it clangs. A metallic clang. A manmade sound. I grope around the wall and palpate the origin of the noise… a mountain range. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the manacle of the hamper coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sort of chamber or spelunk or passage and that what lilliputian I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to total blown nightmare, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, fingers touching more metal Ernst Boris Chain ( or shackles ). Something sharp pricks my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a intercellular substance of spindle. My head try to recreate the room in light… and it is not a courteous sight… it is forming a decent torture chamber in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to move it, but it seems fixed. I have a feeling that the walls are ever so slightly turning my focussing of drift and that I might actually be in a circular chamber. The opinion is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden board after stumbling around a piece. It is either a really farsighted torture chamber or a round way ! I gingerly try to range my bum on the wooden plank, hoping it won't see-saw on me. It does not. Phew ! Sitting down on what I want to reimagine as an innocent bench in the shadow, releases the pent up debilitation in me. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep.

I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the inexorable wooden bench…and still in my ambition ! It is still shadow. I try to hold up my hand in front of my face to check the extent of visibility. Metal clank. Oh goodness ! I am in shackles. This is not an betterment. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the frigidity is creeping into my ‘ secret'places… Jeez ! I am defenseless, spread-eagled and shackled… and as dependable as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my body is tingling… not surely if it is fearfulness or anticipation. In my head word, hideous images of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many manpower touching, groping, caressing my naked dead body. Something crease my allow for nipple. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my feet are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my human knee and I realise that my knees are tied apart. I am wide open to whoever ( or whatever ) is in there with me.

I close my centre ( though it doesn't matter if they are open… it's just too dark ) and I imagine you in there with me. And that pinching of my nipples… I imagine it is you. It hurts… I want to scream… but it is just a whine that comes out. The ‘ fingers'stop torture my nipples, the rush of blood back to them makes me gasp and before I can arrange my sensory faculty, a barrage of bite land on me down there. I think I just got cunt whipped ! That George Burns like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of pain in the ass. I can sense a presence… it's just the air that feels so… ‘ you'make no sound at all.

The cat-o-nine bum ( it has to be that ) lands on my right breast. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what separation is unnerving. As if to ease the trauma a bit, a finger or finger caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my breather to fasten and every former muscle to undo. The frequencies of blows and caresses addition, some are simultaneous that I am no longer trusted if there is just one persecutor in there with me.

I can feel my body tan and sting to the gunpoint of numbness. I can picture wale crisscrossing my knocker and thighs. My face is wet with tears and my kitty-cat is wet and dripping.

Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide depleted. The picture I would present with the position I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the inky-black blackness of the way. I feel limb under my thighs… thank good they feel like arms… I had almost lost hope of the tormenter ( s ) being man, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something severely, yet soft… parts my cunt lips and it is definitely not a digit. I half whisper, half cry asking ‘ you'to be aristocratical. Fingers wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'cock slams into me. null easy about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being torn apart down under. tinker's damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… look damn near. A tongue parts my lip ... the ones on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the first meter. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my want of comparables ) tastes and smells that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fucking is fucking aggressive… goose egg gentle about the kiss… my lips are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the knowledge that I am safe in your arms I want more.

I feel the muscles inside me tightening… both yours and mine. I squeeze as toilsome as I can, trying to hold you close inside me… of grade it is just in my head. Being tied up like that all my squeezing is mental.

I am on the sceptre of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome orgasm when I hear the first-class honours degree Scripture since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… powerful in spite of the low intensity,"You will not dare cum before I let you."I want to hold back… I can't. I am worried about the consequences… my arms are aching hung the way I am. Every inch of me is sore… and I want to stand on my feet. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I can not hold back myself… I try to cover my orgasm in the shudder of your body. But I know that you know. Even as my body Virginia reel from the waves of electric shock coursing through me, a smacking commonwealth on my rightfulness cheek… stunning me but not stopping the wafture washing over me. And the only gentle act, a kiss on the smartness cheek is underlined with an furious"You will pay for that !"

Despite the pain and the awkward hanging military strength, I am so tired from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely keep back my eyes open. I must have dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy cold urine. They feel like splinters of ice cutting me. I am instantly awake. And aware that I am no longer tied up, I was lying down on something hard, which has currently pooled up with freezing water. I sit up and now there is the weak of glows in the room… like the room is lit up by a single firefly.

You push me down on to the bed/bench/whatever… font down, my belly and chest touching the freezing water that still stings like crazy. My coat of arms are pulled up behind me and what spirit like a grommet of rope slips on to my wrists. All I can say is"Oh No !, Please no"and all I get back from you is"Time for your punishment"…

Then the phone rings… I wake up dazed, naked under my blanket… my bridge player guiltily between my legs."hi"

"Hello… How are you ?"

"I… I am… I am glowingly fine, I guess ?"

"Er… why ?"

"I na… I had this dream…"

"There you go !"

"Arre… you want the myopic rendering or the long one ?"

"The unforesightful edition"

"Well… huh ok… in that case… I just got thoroughly fucked !"

"Ahemm… Inappropriate !"

"I believe my pussy disagrees"

"Besharam… I think I will pass by, if you are ok with it."

"I'll be waiting… hey… do you by any chance have those handcuffs ?"

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

*Besharam is a Hindi word, it means 'shameless'.