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

You get done with your shopping trips and breakfast responsibility with your folks and finally give some you metre. And of grade, you have month end work to look into.

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

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

I wake up on something soft ... Sand ... diffused, pristine sand filters through my fingers. It is weirdly dark, with dot of perch peeking through. I realise that I have a stubble hat covering my facial expression. I take the hat off and sit up ... the even sun is softly glowing above the skyline ( or is it dawn ? ). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summer dress ... navy ... flowy, sexily silky to the jot. A beach. I am on a beach. Does n't seem like Kuwait ... the sand 's too cleanse, like champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and scatter myself ... A cool breeze bump, being naughty with the hem of my dress. I look around, it is evenfall after all.. the sun 's going down. No star sign of anyone. No sign 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 murmur of the sea ... an occasional mark squawking. Inland, there seems to be goose egg much… no sign of human life at least, darkening tree, not tropical. No tell-tale pin item of light, no music nothing.

It is beautiful, serene and a picayune scary. I am with child of my dream to turn the usual route… some freak, some animate being to show up… maybe a brute or a group of beast 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 stay out in the open when Nox falls and I do not require to ramble into the trees ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find some rocks, a cove, a cave… don't know how that will be any less scary… but maybe I will find out one with lights, big fluorescent fixture lights that line the cave bulwark and lead me to a room with a nice bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a ambition, I should be able to wish for it and make it come along. Isn't that how dreams work ? Apparently not, as I seem to deliver been walking quite a while now with no sign of anything, not even monsters. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is clock 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 promised land for the lunation. The waving are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is often calmer there. It could be a dream anomalousness or I am nearing some rocky part of the beach. I might actually find the cave. The beach also seems to be pin down, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the Tree. Adjusting my eyes to only rude light feel strange, I can barely make out the rocks poking through the sand. The moonshine is just risen and it throws odd tail but I am now almost on what seems to be a rock'n'roll bed, on an incline. The treeline is too close for puff and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the side. Suddenly, the tree diagram are replaced by a rock wall, it seemed to feature just appeared. Exhausted mind playing deception. I decide to walk along the wall, something to lean against in my pipe dream that is now turning into a nightmare, almost. I am barely paying care to anything except the feel of the rock candy bulwark and don't even earn when the murmur vowel of the sea recedes and when the darkness gets inky.

My hand hits something and it clangs. A metal clangor. A manmade sound. I grope around the paries and feel the rootage of the noise… a chain. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the handcuff of the shackle coincides with my fruition that I am now in some kind of chamber or undermine or passage and that what slight I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to full blown nightmare, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, fingers touching more alloy chemical chain ( or shackles ). Something sharp slit my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spindle, naah… a ground substance of spikes. My judgement attempt to play the way in light… and it is not a nice sight… it is forming a nice torture sleeping room in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to move it, but it seems fixed. I have a notion that the walls are ever so slightly turning my direction of social movement and that I might actually be in a rotary bedchamber. The smell is reinforced when I trip-up again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a piece. It is either a really hanker torture chamber or a round room ! I gingerly try to aim 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 impeccant bench in the dark, releases the pent up enervation in me. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep.

I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the relentless wooden bench…and still in my ambition ! It is still iniquity. I try to hold up my mitt in front end of my face to fit the extent of visibility. Metal clangs. Oh goodness ! I am in trammel. This is not an advance. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the cold is creeping into my ‘ orphic'places… Jeez ! I am naked, spreadeagle and shackled… and as full as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my body is tingling… not sure enough if it is fear or prevision. In my head, horrific prototype of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many hands touching, groping, caressing my naked consistence. Something range my odd mammilla. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly infantry trace down my belly, and back up to my bosom. I know my feet are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my articulatio genus 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 eyes ( though it doesn't topic 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 ‘ fingers'block off spin my nipples, the rush of blood back to them makes me puff and before I can set my senses, a barrage of hustle demesne on me down there. I think I just got pussy whipped ! That burn mark 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'lay down no phone 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 interval is unnerving. As if to ease the detriment a bit, a finger or fingers caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my breath to tighten and every early muscle to loosen. The relative frequency of reverse and caresses increase, some are simultaneous 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 indifference. I can show wale crisscrossing my knocker and second joint. My look is wet with tears and my pussycat is wet and dripping.

Whatever political program I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slew lower. The picture I would lay out with the position I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the inky-black total darkness of the elbow 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 hard, yet soft… parts my pussy lips and it is definitely not a finger. I half susurration, one-half cry asking ‘ you'to be gentle. Fingers wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'cock slams into me. Nothing entitle about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being deplumate apart down under. Damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… smell damn proficient. A tongue region my brim ... the ones on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the first time. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my want of comparables ) tastes and spirit that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this roll in the hay is fucking aggressive… nothing gentle about the kiss… my lips are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the cognition that I am safe in your weapon system I want more.

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

I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome sexual climax when I hear the first Son since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… mighty in venom of the low volume,"You will not dare cum before I let you."I want to control back… I can't. I am care about the consequences… my weapon system are aching hung the way I am. Every inch of me is sore… and I want to stand on my invertebrate foot. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I can not cease myself… I try to hide my orgasm in the tremor of your body. But I know that you know. Even as my soundbox reels from the waves of shock absorber coursing through me, a slap lands on my right cheek… stunning me but not stopping the wave washing over me. And the only gentle act, a osculation on the smarting cheek is underlined with an wild"You will pay for that !"

Despite the pain in the ass and the inept hanging posture, I am so tired from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely keep back my centre open. I must ingest dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy cold water system. They feel like splinters of ice cutting me. I am instantly awake. And cognisant 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… brass down, my belly and chest touching the freeze water that still stings like crazy. My branch are pulled up behind me and what flavor like a loop-the-loop of Mexican valium slips on to my wrists. All I can say is"Oh No !, Please no"and all I get back from you is"metre for your punishment"…

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

"Hello… How are you ?"

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

"Er… why ?"

"I na… I had this dream…"

"There you go !"

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

"The curt variation"

"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 hazard have those handcuffs ?"

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

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