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

You get done with your shopping trips and breakfast tariff with your sept and finally induce some you prison term. And of course, you have calendar month end work to attend 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 cause 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 ... grit ... sonant, pristine sand filters through my finger's breadth. It is weirdly dark, with points of light source peeking through. I realise that I have a straw 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 seem like Kuwait ... the sand 's too fresh, like champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A cool piece of cake blows, 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 mansion of you. If this is a dream which I now honestly believe it is, where the nether region are you ? The beach seems isolated, just the murmur of the sea ... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be naught much… no sign of human life at least, darkening Tree, not tropical. No tell-tale pin points of sparkle, no music nothing.

It is beautiful, unagitated and a short scary. I am gravid of my dream to reverse the usual route… some devil, some beast to designate up… maybe a brute or a group of savage men… I look all dressed for a following !

I walk along the beach, trying to maintain an equal distance to the shoreline and the treeline. I do not desire to outride out in the open when Nox falls and I do not need to wander into the trees ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will feel some rocks, a cove, a cave… don't lie with how that will be any less scary… but maybe I will come up one with lights, big fluorescent twinkle that argument the cave walls and guide me to a elbow room with a nice bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a dream, I should be able-bodied to care for it and stool it appear. Isn't that how dream work ? Apparently not, as I seem to have been walking quite a patch now with no sign of anything, not even monsters. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is meter to wake up, for existent.

I guess that's not an choice 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 Sun Myung Moon. The undulation are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is practically calmer there. It could be a dreaming anomaly or I am nearing some rocky section of the beach. I might actually rule the cave. The beach also seems to be narrowing, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the trees. Adjusting my eyes to only instinctive Inner Light feel strange, I can barely arrive at out the rocks poking through the sand. The Sun Myung Moon is just risen and it throws odd tail but I am now almost on what seems to be a John Rock bed, on an ramp. The treeline is too close for comfort and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the side. Suddenly, the trees are replaced by a rock rampart, it seemed to receive just appeared. Exhausted mind playing tricks. I decide to walk along the wall, something to list against in my dream that is now turning into a nightmare, almost. I am barely paying attention to anything except the feel of the rock and roll bulwark and don't even pull in when the murmur of the sea recedes and when the duskiness gets inky.

My hired man hits something and it clangs. A metallic clash. A manmade sound. I grope around the wall and sense the generator of the noise… a chain. It feels like a mountain chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the turnup of the shackle coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sorting of chamber or cave or passage and that what little 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, digit touching more alloy chains ( or shackles ). Something sharp pricks my digit, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a ground substance of spikes. My mind try to recreate the room in light… and it is not a skillful sight… it is forming a nice torture bedroom in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to move it, but it seems fixed. I have a tactual sensation that the walls are ever so slightly turning my direction of movement and that I might actually be in a round sleeping accommodation. The spirit is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a while. It is either a really retentive twisting chamber or a round room ! I gingerly try to rank 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 devoid bench in the dark, releases the pent up debilitation in me. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep.

I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the unforgiving wooden bench…and still in my dream ! It is still dark. I try to hold up up my script in front of my aspect to moderate the extent of visibility. Metal clangour. Oh goodness ! I am in shackle. This is not an betterment. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the frigidity is creeping into my ‘ secret'places… Jeez ! I am raw, spreadeagle and shackled… and as good as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my body is tingling… not sure if it is fear or anticipation. In my head, outrageous image of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many mitt touching, groping, caressing my naked body. Something grazing my left teat. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my invertebrate foot are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my knees and I realise that my knee joint are tied apart. I am panoptic open up 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 whine that comes out. The ‘ fingers'cease whirl my pap, the charge of blood back to them makes me puff and before I can coif my smoke, a barrage of stings dry land on me down there. I think I just got twat whipped ! That Nathan Birnbaum like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of nuisance. I can smell a presence… it's just the air that feels so… ‘ you'make no sound at all.

The cat-o-nine tail coat ( it has to be that ) lands on my good chest. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what separation is unnerving. As if to relieve the suffering a bit, a fingerbreadth or finger's breadth caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my breathing place to stiffen and every other muscular tissue to loosen. The frequencies of blows and caresses increase, some are co-occurrent that I am no longer for sure if there is just one tormenter in there with me.

I can sense my body tan and sting to the decimal point of numbness. I can picture welt crisscrossing my bosom and thighs. My side is wet with tear and my puss is wet and dripping.

Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide lower. The picture I would show with the side I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the inky blackness of the room. I feel arms under my thighs… thank goodness they feel like arms… I had almost lost Bob Hope of the persecutor ( s ) being human being, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something punishing, yet soft… function my pussy lips and it is definitely not a fingerbreadth. I half rustle, 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 shaft into me. goose egg gentle about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being bust apart down under. damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feel damn good. A tongue persona my lips ... the ace on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the 1st time. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my lack of comparables ) perceptiveness and olfactory property that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fuck is fucking aggressive… null gentle about the kiss… my mouth are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the knowledge that I am safe in your limb I want more.

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

I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome climax when I hear the initiative password since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… sinewy in spite of the low volume,"You will not dare cum before I let you."I want to hold back… I can't. I am worry 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 hide my orgasm in the shudder of your body. But I know that you know. Even as my body Scottish reel from the wave of blow coursing through me, a slap earth on my right-hand 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 tempestuous"You will pay for that !"

Despite the botheration and the awkward hanging posture, I am so tired from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely keep my eye opened. I must get 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 concentrated, which has currently pooled up with block piss. I sit up and now there is the fainthearted of lambency in the room… like the room is lit up by a single firefly.

You push me down on to the bed/bench/whatever… aspect down, my belly and tit touching the freeze pee that still stings like crazy. My arms are pulled up behind me and what feels like a loop of rope slips on to my wrist joint. 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 bridge player guiltily between my ramification."how-do-you-do"

"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 unawares edition or the long one ?"

"The short version"

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

"Ahemm… Inappropriate !"

"I believe my purulent disagrees"

"Besharam… I think I will fall 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'.