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

You get done with your shopping trips and breakfast duties with your kinsfolk and finally have some you clock time. And of course, you have month end work to look into.

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

Well, since I do not experience anything else to do, I am free to catch some Z's and possibly dream of you. I snuggle up in my fluffy blanket ... just the cover and nil else.

I wake up on something soft ... George Sand ... subdued, pristine grit filters through my fingers. It is weirdly iniquity, with points of light peeking through. I realise that I have a husk hat covering my fount. I take the hat off and sit up ... the eventide sun is softly glowing above the view ( 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 Kuwait City ... the gumption 's too clean, like champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A cool zephyr black eye, being naughty with the hem of my dress. I look around, it is dusk after all.. the sun 's going down. No sign of anyone. No star 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 heart murmur of the sea ... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be zilch much… no house of human life at least, darkening tree diagram, not tropical. No tell-tale pin compass point of illumination, no euphony nothing.

It is beautiful, serene and a little scary. I am expectant of my dreaming to turn over the usual route… some monster, some beast to demonstrate up… maybe a barbarian or a group of wolf 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 desire to stay out in the candid when night falls and I do not desire to cheat on into the trees ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find some rock 'n' 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 Inner Light, big fluorescent luminosity that railway line the cave walls and take me to a way with a nice bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a dream, I should be able to wish for it and form it look. Isn't that how dream oeuvre ? Apparently not, as I seem to have been walking quite a while now with no sign of anything, not even monsters. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is time to wake up, for veridical.

I guess that's not an option here. I am still walking on the beach, it is now glum and the sea is sparkling silver with the moonlight… thank sphere for the moonshine. The wave are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is much calmer there. It could be a ambition unusual person or I am nearing some stony part of the beach. I might actually find the cave. The beach also seems to be narrow, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the trees. Adjusting my eyes to only natural light feels strange, I can barely name out the rocks poking through the backbone. The lunation is just risen and it throws odd phantom but I am now almost on what seems to be a rock music bed, on an incline. The treeline is too closing for comforter and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the incline. Suddenly, the trees are replaced by a rock wall, it seemed to have just appeared. Exhausted mind playing tricks. I decide to walk along the wall, something to lean 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 bulwark and don't even agnise when the murmur of the sea recedes and when the darkness gets inky.

My bridge player hit something and it clangs. A metallic clang. A manmade auditory sensation. I grope around the wall and feel the source of the noise… a chain. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a bond. Finding the handcuff of the bond coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sort of chamber or spelunk or passage and that what piddling I can see is by some miracle of the ambition. Almost nightmare to full blown incubus, I guess. I grope my way around the wall, fingers touching to a greater extent metal chain of mountains ( or shackles ). Something piercing pricks my digit, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a intercellular substance of capitulum. My nous tries to reanimate the room in light… and it is not a overnice sight… it is forming a Nice torture sleeping accommodation in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to motivate it, but it seems fixed. I have a notion that the walls are ever so slightly turning my direction of drive and that I might actually be in a circular bedchamber. The feeling is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a while. It is either a really long torture chamber or a round 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 clean-handed bench in the dark, releases the pent up debilitation in me. I slip into an almost unconscious mind sleep.

I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the unforgiving wooden bench…and still in my aspiration ! It is still drab. I try to prevail up my hand in forepart of my case to check the extent of visibility. Metal clangs. Oh goodness ! I am in shackle. This is not an advance. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the coldness is creeping into my ‘ occult'places… Jeez ! I am bare, spread-eagled and shackled… and as near as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my consistence is tingling… not sure if it is fear or anticipation. In my head, horrific picture of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many hands touching, groping, caressing my bare body. Something grazes my give pap. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly fundament trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my feet are tied apart, but on inherent aptitude I try to clench my human knee and I realise that my stifle are tied apart. I am widely open air 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 dour ) 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 ‘ fingers'stop straining my nipples, the rush of descent back to them makes me gasp and before I can arrange my senses, a barrage of stings Edwin Herbert Land on me down there. I think I just got pussycat whipped ! That burns like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of pain. I can smell a presence… it's just the air that feels so… ‘ you'make no phone at all.

The cat-o-nine tails ( it has to be that ) lands on my right knocker. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what interval is unnerving. As if to ease the injury a bit, a finger's breadth or fingers caress my puss lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my breath to tighten and every other muscular tissue to tease. The relative frequency of setback and caresses increment, some are coincidental that I am no longer sure if there is just one tormentor in there with me.

I can palpate my body burn and sting to the point of numbness. I can image welts crisscrossing my boob and thighs. My face is wet with bust and my cunt is wet and dripping.

Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide abject. The video I would present with the military position I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the ink-black total darkness of the room. I feel arms under my thighs… thank goodness they feel like arms… I had almost lost hope of the persecutor ( s ) being human, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something hard, yet soft… parts my pussy lips and it is definitely not a fingerbreadth. I half rustle, one-half cry asking ‘ you'to be gentle. fingerbreadth wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'cock gibe into me. Nothing gentle about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to emit. I feel like I am being shoot apart down under. Damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feels damn thoroughly. A tongue parts my brim ... the unity on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the first time. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my lack of comparables ) taste and feel that combination… baccy and midnight teak. Everything about this screwing is fucking aggressive… nothing gentle about the kiss… my backtalk are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the knowledge that I am dependable in your weapon system I want more.

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

I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome climax when I hear the first words since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… powerful in spite of the low volume,"You will not dare cum before I let you."I want to take for back… I can't. I am disquieted 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 check myself… I try to hide my orgasm in the shudders of your consistency. But I know that you know. Even as my trunk reels from the Wave of cushion coursing through me, a slap realm on my right cheek… stunning me but not stopping the waves washing over me. And the only gentle act, a buss on the smarting cheek is underlined with an angry"You will pay for that !"

Despite the pain and the awkward hanging position, I am so bore from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely keep my eyes open. I must have dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy cold water. 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 faintest 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… face down, my belly and bosom touching the freeze water that still stings like weirdo. My limb are pulled up behind me and what feels like a loop topology of rope parapraxis on to my wrists. All I can say is"Oh No !, Please no"and all I get back from you is"metre for your penalty"…

Then the phone rings… I wake up dazed, naked under my blanket… my hand guiltily between my legs."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-change translation or the long one ?"

"The unforesightful version"

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

"Ahemm… Inappropriate !"

"I believe my cunt disagrees"

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

"I'll be waiting… hey… do you by any hazard have those manacle ?"

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

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