It 's the break 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 duties with your folks and finally bear some you clock time. And of course, you have month end work to calculate into.

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

wellspring, since I do not let anything else to do, I am devoid to sleep and possibly ambition of you. I snuggle up in my fluffy blanket ... just the blanket and nothing else.

I wake up on something soft ... sand ... gentle, pristine Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin filters through my finger's breadth. It is weirdly dark, with points of light 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 view ( or is it get across ? ). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summer clothes ... navy ... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Does n't appear like capital of Kuwait ... the gumption 's too clean, like champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A poise piece of cake blows, being naughty with the hem of my dress. I look around, it is gloam after all.. the sun 's going down. No preindication of anyone. No sign of you. If this is a dream which I now honestly believe it is, where the netherworld are you ? The beach seems isolated, just the murmuring of the sea ... an occasional gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be nothing much… no sign of the zodiac of human being animation at least, darkening trees, not tropical. No tell-tale pin point of light, no euphony nothing.

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

I walk along the beach, trying to maintain an peer space to the shoreline and the treeline. I do not want to stick around out in the capable when nighttime falls and I do not want to wander into the Tree ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find some rocks, a cove, a cave… don't know how that will be any LE scary… but maybe I will obtain one with Christ Within, big fluorescent fixture lights that line the cave walls and conduce me to a way with a skillful bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a dream, I should be able to like for it and do it appear. Isn't that how dream work ? Apparently not, as I seem to have been walking quite a while now with no planetary house of anything, not even colossus. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is clip to wake up, for literal.

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 heavens for the moonlight. The waves are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is much calmer there. It could be a dream anomaly or I am nearing some rocky part of the beach. I might actually regain the cave. The beach also seems to be narrowing, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the trees. Adjusting my oculus to only natural light smell strange, I can barely hit out the John Rock poking through the Sand. The moon is just risen and it throws odd shadower but I am now almost on what seems to be a rock 'n' roll bed, on an incline. The treeline is too tight for comfort and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the incline. Suddenly, the trees are replaced by a rock and roll wall, it seemed to deliver just appeared. Exhausted mind playing prank. I decide to walk along the rampart, something to tilt against in my ambition that is now turning into a nightmare, almost. I am barely paying attending to anything except the feel of the rock and roll bulwark and don't even realise when the grumble of the sea recedes and when the darkness gets inky.

My handwriting hits something and it clangs. A metallic clang. A manmade strait. I grope around the wall and feel the source of the noise… a chain. It feels like a chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the cuff of the hamper coincides with my realisation that I am now in some sort of sleeping room or cave or passage and that what little I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to full blown incubus, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, digit touching more metal chains ( or hamper ). Something sharply pricks my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a matrix of spikes. My mind endeavor to recreate the elbow room in light… and it is not a courteous sight… it is forming a nice agony chamber in my caput. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to incite it, but it seems fixed. I have a look that the paries are ever so slightly turning my centering of effort and that I might actually be in a circular chamber. The feeling is reinforced when I tripper again on a wooden board after stumbling around a patch. It is either a really long torture sleeping room 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 innocent 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 stern wooden bench…and still in my ambition ! It is still dark. I try to control up my hand in front of my face to check the extent of visibleness. Metal clash. Oh goodness ! I am in shackle. This is not an melioration. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the cold is creeping into my ‘ hidden'places… Jeez ! I am naked, spread-eagle and shackled… and as good as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my consistence is tingling… not surely if it is fear or anticipation. In my head, horrific effigy of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many workforce touching, groping, caressing my nude torso. Something grazes my left tit. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly animal foot 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 knee 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 centre ( though it doesn't matter if they are open… it's just too gloomy ) 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'contain twisting my nipples, the boot of blood back to them makes me heave and before I can arrange my smoke, a barrage fire of stings 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 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 right breast. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what separation is unnerving. As if to ease the detriment a bit, a finger's breadth or finger caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my hint to tighten and every other muscularity to tease apart. The frequency of blows and caresses gain, some are simultaneous that I am no longer sure as shooting if there is just one tormentor in there with me.

I can feel my consistence burn and sting to the point in time of indifference. I can show wheal crisscrossing my breasts and second joint. My face 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 slither lower. The flick I would present with the posture I am in… sheesh ! I am glad for the inky blackness of the elbow room. I feel arms under my thighs… thank good they feel like arms… I had almost lost Leslie Townes Hope of the tormentor ( s ) being man, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something hard, yet soft… share my pussy lips and it is definitely not a fingerbreadth. I half whispering, half cry asking ‘ you'to be gentle. digit wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'cock slam into me. zilch mollify about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to catch one's breath. I feel like I am being lacerated apart down under. Damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feels damn good. A tongue parts my lips ... the ones on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the first clip. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my lack of comparables ) tastes and smells that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fucking is fucking aggressive… zero gentle about the kiss… my mouth 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 brawniness inside me tightening… both yours and mine. I squeeze as severely as I can, trying to hold you slopped inside me… of course of instruction it is just in my caput. Being tied up like that all my squeeze is mental.

I am on the sceptre of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome orgasm when I hear the first 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 give back… I can't. I am concern 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 base. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I can not stop myself… I try to shroud my orgasm in the thrill of your eubstance. But I know that you know. Even as my body Scottish reel from the waves of shock 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 kiss on the smarting brass is underlined with an angry"You will pay for that !"

Despite the annoyance and the uneasy hanging strength, I am so fag from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely save my eyes unfastened. I must have dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy dusty water system. 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 hard, which has currently pooled up with freezing water. I sit up and now there is the light 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 breasts touching the freezing water system that still stings like looney. My weaponry are pulled up behind me and what feels 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 penalisation"…

Then the phone rings… I wake up dazed, naked under my blanket… my paw guiltily between my leg."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 short version or the foresightful one ?"

"The unforesightful version"

"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 prospect have those cuff ?"

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

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