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

You get done with your shopping misstep and breakfast duty with your folks and finally accept some you time. And of class, you have month end work to calculate into.

I wait, impatiently maybe ... but I know you would be able to save some metre and that 's what matters.

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

I wake up on something soft ... sand ... cushy, pristine sand filters through my fingers. It is weirdly dark, with points of light peeking through. I realise that I have a stalk hat covering my face. I take the hat off and sit up ... the eventide sun is softly glowing above the horizon ( or is it fall into place ? ). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summer frock ... navy ... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Does n't seem like Kuwait ... the sand 's too sportsmanlike, like Champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A nerveless breeze blows, being naughty with the hem of my clothes. I look around, it is dusk after all.. the sun 's going down. No sign of anyone. No foretoken of you. If this is a dreaming which I now honestly believe it is, where the hell are you ? The beach seems isolated, just the mussitation of the sea ... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be nothing much… no foretoken of human lifetime at least, darkening Tree, not tropic. No tell-tale pin points of brightness, no music nothing.

It is beautiful, serene and a little scary. I am expectant of my pipe dream to turn the usual route… some monster, some beast to show up… maybe a wolf or a group of barbarian men… I look all dressed for a chase !

I walk along the beach, trying to maintain an equal distance to the shoreline and the treeline. I do not want to bide out in the surface when night falls and I do not require to wander into the trees ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find some tilt, a cove, a cave… don't fuck how that will be any less scary… but maybe I will witness one with visible radiation, big fluorescent fixture lights that line the cave walls and lead me to a way with a prissy bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a aspiration, I should be able to wish for it and make water it appear. Isn't that how aspiration employment ? Apparently not, as I seem to have been walking quite a while now with no sign of anything, not even devil. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is time to wake up, for real.

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 sphere for the moon. The waves are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is a lot calmer there. It could be a dreaming anomaly or I am nearing some jolty part of the beach. I might actually incur the cave. The beach also seems to be narrowing, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Adjusting my middle to only raw Inner Light flavour strange, I can barely gain out the rocks poking through the sand. The lunation is just risen and it throws odd shadows but I am now almost on what seems to be a rock bed, on an side. The treeline is too close for comfort and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the incline. Suddenly, the trees are replaced by a rock paries, it seemed to have just appeared. Exhausted mind playing tricks. I decide to take the air along the wall, something to tilt against in my dream that is now turning into a incubus, almost. I am barely paying tending to anything except the feel of the Rock wall and don't even realise when the grumbling of the sea recedes and when the darkness gets inky.

My script hits something and it clangs. A metallic clash. A manmade phone. I grope around the bulwark and feel the source of the noise… a chain. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a hamper. Finding the turnup of the shackle coincides with my realisation that I am now in some form of bedchamber or spelunk or passage and that what little I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to fully blown nightmare, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, fingerbreadth touching More alloy Ernst Boris Chain ( or shackles ). Something sharp pricks my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of ear, naah… a matrix of capitulum. My mind attempt to recreate the room in light… and it is not a nice sight… it is forming a nice torture bedchamber in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to make a motion it, but it seems fixed. I have a opinion that the walls are ever so slightly turning my management of movement and that I might actually be in a orbitual sleeping room. The flavour is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a piece. It is either a really long overrefinement bedchamber or a round way ! 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 stern wooden bench…and still in my dream ! It is still saturnine. I try to deem up my hand in movement of my typeface to look into the extent of profile. alloy clangs. Oh good ! I am in bond. This is not an melioration. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the low temperature is creeping into my ‘ secret'places… Jeez ! I am naked, rout and shackled… and as salutary as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my soundbox is tingling… not sure if it is fear or anticipation. In my headland, horrific images of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many manpower touching, groping, caressing my naked body. Something grazes my left pap. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my fundament are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my genu and I realise that my knees are tied apart. I am wide of the mark open to whoever ( or whatever ) is in there with me.

I close my heart ( though it doesn't issue 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'halt distortion my mamilla, the rush of blood back to them makes me gasp and before I can set my signified, a barrage fire of bunko land on me down there. I think I just got slit whipped ! That suntan like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of hurting. I can sense a presence… it's just the air that feels so… ‘ you'make no sound at all.

The cat-o-nine tails ( it has to be that ) lands on my decent breast. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what musical interval is unnerving. As if to facilitate the hurt a bit, a finger or fingerbreadth caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the first appearance softly… causing my hint to constrain and every former muscle to loosen. The relative frequency of blows and caresses increase, some are coincident that I am no longer sure if there is just one teaser in there with me.

I can feel my physical structure burn and sting to the peak of numbness. I can visualise wale crisscrossing my knocker and thighs. My face is wet with tears and my pussy is wet and dripping.

Whatever weapons platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide low-pitched. The picture I would present with the position I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the inky blackness of the room. I feel limb under my thighs… thank goodness they feel like arms… I had almost lost Leslie Townes Hope of the tormentor ( s ) being human being, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something firmly, yet soft… persona my pussy lips and it is definitely not a digit. I half whispering, half cry asking ‘ you'to be gentle. finger's breadth wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'cock slams into me. nothing placate 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… feels damn near. A tongue parts my lips ... the 1 on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the first sentence. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my lack of comparables ) tastes and sense of smell that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fucking is fucking aggressive… goose egg gentle about the kiss… my lip are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the noesis that I am safe in your munition I want more.

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

I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome orgasm when I hear the beginning actor's line since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… brawny in spite of the low volume,"You will not presume cum before I let you."I want to take for back… I can't. I am care about the consequences… my arms are aching hung the way I am. Every in of me is sore… and I want to tolerate on my ft. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I can not stop myself… I try to hide my orgasm in the shudders of your body. But I know that you know. Even as my body reels from the undulation of cushion coursing through me, a bang lands on my right cheek… stunning me but not stopping the waves washing over me. And the entirely gentle act, a kiss on the smarting boldness is underlined with an wild"You will pay for that !"

Despite the pain and the inept hanging strength, I am so outwear from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely hold my eye open. I must take dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy cold pee. They feel like sliver of ice cutting me. I am instantly awake. And cognizant 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 faintest of gleam in the room… like the room is lit up by a unmarried firefly.

You push me down on to the bed/bench/whatever… face down, my belly and breast touching the freezing water that still stings like weirdo. My weaponry are pulled up behind me and what feel like a loop of rope slips on to my wrists. All I can say is"Oh No !, Please no"and all I get back from you is"clip for your punishment"…

Then the phone rings… I wake up dazed, naked under my blanket… my paw guiltily between my peg."hullo"

"Hello… How are you ?"

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

"Er… why ?"

"I na… I had this dream…"

"There you go !"

"Arre… you want the short version or the long one ?"

"The shortly version"

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

"Ahemm… Inappropriate !"

"I believe my snatch disagrees"

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

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

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

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