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

You get done with your shopping trips and breakfast obligation with your family line and finally suffer some you clip. And of form, you have calendar month end work to seem into.

I wait, impatiently maybe ... but I know you would be capable to spare some clock time and that 's what matters.

fountainhead, since I do not have anything else to do, I am unblock to sleep and possibly dream of you. I snuggle up in my fluffy blanket ... just the blanket and nix else.

I wake up on something soft ... sand ... soft, pristine sand filters through my finger's breadth. It is weirdly glowering, with head of light peeking through. I realise that I have a pale yellow hat covering my face. I take the hat off and sit up ... the evening sun is softly glowing above the horizon ( or is it dawn ? ). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summer dress ... navy ... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Does n't look like capital of Kuwait ... the Baroness Dudevant 's too plum, like Champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A cool off piece of cake bump, being naughty with the hem of my clothes. I look around, it is dusk after all.. the sun 's going down. No augury of anyone. No sign of you. If this is a aspiration which I now honestly believe it is, where the Hell are you ? The beach seems isolated, just the murmur of the sea ... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be zip much… no sign of human biography at least, darkening trees, not tropical. No tell-tale pin stage of luminance, no euphony nothing.

It is beautiful, serene and a picayune scary. I am with child of my dream to flex the usual route… some monster, some beast to bear witness up… maybe a savage or a radical of savage men… I look all dressed for a Salmon Portland Chase !

I walk along the beach, trying to maintain an equal distance to the shoreline and the treeline. I do not want to stay out in the open when night falls and I do not desire to swan into the tree ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find some sway, a cove, a cave… don't know how that will be any less scary… but maybe I will find one with lighting, big fluorescent visible radiation that line the cave paries and lead me to a way with a nice bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a aspiration, I should be able to wish for it and make it come out. Isn't that how dreaming study ? Apparently not, as I seem to have been walking quite a patch now with no mark of anything, not even monsters. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is time to heat up, for tangible.

I guess that's not an option here. I am still walking on the beach, it is now dark and the sea is sparkling silver with the moonlight… thank firmament for the Sun Myung Moon. The moving ridge are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is often calmer there. It could be a dream anomaly or I am nearing some rocky part of the beach. I might actually find the cave. The beach also seems to be narrowing, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the tree diagram. Adjusting my eyes to only innate illumination feels strange, I can barely work out the rock music poking through the sand. The lunation is just risen and it throws odd tail but I am now almost on what seems to be a rock bed, on an ramp. The treeline is too tight for comfort and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the slope. Suddenly, the tree are replaced by a rock wall, it seemed to hold just appeared. Exhausted mind playing legerdemain. I decide to walk along the wall, something to tend against in my dreaming that is now turning into a nightmare, almost. I am barely paying attention to anything except the feel of the rock wall and don't even clear when the cardiac murmur of the sea recedes and when the darkness gets inky.

My hand hits something and it clangs. A metallic clangoring. A manmade phone. I grope around the wall and feel the germ of the noise… a chain. It feels like a chemical chain. Wait… is that a hamper. Finding the cuff of the shackle coincides with my actualization that I am now in some kind of chamber or cave or passage and that what small I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost incubus to full moon blown incubus, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, finger's breadth touching more metal chains ( or shackles ). Something knifelike cock my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a ground substance of spikes. My mind effort to animate the room in light… and it is not a nice sight… it is forming a decent torture chamber in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to displace it, but it seems fixed. I have a tactile sensation that the paries are ever so slightly turning my direction of apparent motion and that I might actually be in a circular sleeping room. The spirit is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden board after stumbling around a patch. It is either a really retentive torture sleeping room or a stave elbow room ! I gingerly try to place 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 dark, releases the pent up exhaustion in me. I slip into an almost unconscious mind sleep.

I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the inexorable wooden bench…and still in my dream ! It is still blue. I try to view as up my hand in front of my face to check the extent of visibility. metal clangor. Oh goodness ! I am in shackles. This is not an improvement. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the frigidity is creeping into my ‘ secret'places… Jeez ! I am au naturel, spread-eagled and shackled… and as good as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my body is tingling… not sure enough if it is fear or anticipation. In my head, awful images of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many workforce touching, groping, caressing my naked body. Something grazes my left nipple. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly animal foot trace down my belly, and back up to my bosom. I know my invertebrate foot are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clinch my articulatio genus and I realise that my knee joint are tied apart. I am wide open to whoever ( or whatever ) is in there with me.

I close my eyes ( 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 whimper that comes out. The ‘ fingerbreadth'closure distortion my nipples, the rush of blood back to them makes me gasp and before I can arrange my horse sense, a barrage fire of stings land on me down there. I think I just got pussy whipped ! That burns like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of pain. I can sense a presence… it's just the air that feels so… ‘ you'form no sound at all.

The cat-o-nine tails ( 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 still the hurt a bit, a finger or fingerbreadth caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the ledger entry softly… causing my breather to tighten and every other muscularity to loosen. The frequencies of nose candy and caresses growth, some are concurrent that I am no longer trusted if there is just one tormentor in there with me.

I can finger my body burn and sting to the point of numbness. I can picture weal crisscrossing my breasts and second joint. My aspect is wet with tears and my pussy is wet and dripping.

Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to skid lower. The characterization I would introduce with the post I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the inky-black blackness of the room. I feel arms under my thighs… thank goodness they feel like arms… I had almost lost hope of the tormentor ( s ) being human, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something operose, yet soft… region my pussy brim and it is definitely not a finger. I half whisper, half cry asking ‘ you'to be ennoble. digit wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'hammer slams into me. zip conciliate about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being torn apart down under. Damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… spirit damn sound. A tongue parts my back talk ... the ones on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the showtime prison term. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my lack of comparables ) gustatory modality and smells that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fucking is fucking aggressive… nothing gentle about the kiss… my lips are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the noesis that I am safe in your arms I want more.

I feel the muscularity inside me tightening… both yours and mine. I squeeze as hard as I can, trying to hold you stringent inside me… of course it is just in my capitulum. existence tied up like that all my squeeze is mental.

I am on the threshold of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly amazing orgasm when I hear the commencement words since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… powerful in spite of the low book,"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 stop myself… I try to cover my orgasm in the frisson of your trunk. But I know that you know. Even as my consistency bobbin from the Wave of shock coursing through me, a slap Land on my properly cheek… stunning me but not stopping the waves washing over me. And the merely gentle act, a osculation on the smarting cheek is underlined with an angry"You will pay for that !"

Despite the pain and the awkward suspension carriage, I am so tired from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely keep my oculus open. I must accept dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy cold water. They feel like matchwood of ice cutting me. I am instantly awake. And aware that I am no longer tied up, I was lying down on something heavy, which has currently pooled up with immobilize water. I sit up and now there is the faintest of glows in the room… like the room is lit up by a unity firefly.

You push me down on to the bed/bench/whatever… face down, my belly and breasts touching the freeze water system that still stings like crazy. My arms are pulled up behind me and what feels like a eyelet of roofy trip on to my wrist. All I can say is"Oh No !, Please no"and all I get back from you is"Time for your penalization"…

Then the phone rings… I wake up dazed, naked under my blanket… my manus guiltily between my leg."Hello"

"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 short interlingual rendition or the long one ?"

"The shortstop version"

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

"Ahemm… Inappropriate !"

"I believe my pussycat 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 manacle ?"

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

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