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Last night I had a really hot dream that I just have to share with you lot!
It took place where Mr Defeu works (or, rather, a slightly weird dream version thereof) and I had come into work with him that day.
There was a hot new girl working there. My sleeping brain combined things that it knew Mr Defeu and I are “into”, so the girl had long curly hair (for me!) and was wearing white jodhpurs (for him) and a green velvet blazer (for both of us – who doesn’t find a green velvet blazer hot?!) and the minute I saw her I thought Mr Defeu needed to see her, too!
She was flirting heavily with me, and asked her to wait and I went to get Mr Defeu. As we were coming back to her office (although it was more like a cubicle!) I was excitedly telling him all about her.
When we got there, he liked what he saw, and ordered us both to bend over the desk to be spanked. I didn’t think that was such a great idea, seeing as how we were in the workplace, but she bent over eagerly and I was not NOT going to join in the excitement.
Mr Defeu slapped her bottom – HARD! – and then slapped mine (equally hard!), then hers again, etc.
Sadly this bit of the dream did not go on for as long as I would have liked before the boss came running over, fired Mr Defeu and the new girl, and we were all escorted off the premises! But she seemed very happy to come with us….
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Last night I had a really sexy dream about the professor who I had a serious crush upon at university.
I was visiting – let’s call him Professor Sonnel – as I have actually a couple times since graduation. But in this dream, the sexual tension that was between us whilst I was his student was back, and multiplied manifold.
(True story: He took me out for coffee many times. This grew into going out for sushi, which occured a number of times. The very last time, he drove me back to my apartment, and went to kiss me on my check, as he had become wont to do, in a casual European manner – but which of course he did not do with every student, and which always thrilled me to the core. I turned my head at just the right moment, and we shared a kiss on the lips. I really can’t tell you how long it lasted – it is in my memory as being a long, intense kiss but also far too short – but I’ve always felt it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that there more there than just my schoolgirl crush on him – that the attraction was reciprocated … even if his having a wife and daughter meant that neither he nor I would ever take it further than just walking on the razor’s edge of lust and longing.)
But, this was a dream, and so more could happen! He met me, and said something very flirty in greeting. In real life, back in university, I would have blushed and stuttered at this, but in the dream I confidently drawled out a sexy comeback.
He was leading me back to his office, and outside the door, he said “I’m glad you feel like you can respond like that, now….” We went inside and he closed the door, and turning, said to me, “But I prefer to be in control.” He was looking intently into my face. “Do you understand?”
And, I most certainly did, and I sank to my knees in front of him.
“Yes, like that,” he said. Me being the eager sort, I was already thinking about giving him a blowjob, but he hauled me up, and shoved me up against a bookshelf. (Which is just hot, generally, but in this circumstance was mind-blowingly hot!) I can’t now remember how it was phrased, but at this point he basically asked me what he could do to me.
“I give my consent for you to do anything you want to me”, I said, which is not always a smart thing to say, but this was a dream, so it was all going to work out fine. If perhaps painfully, on my end! (As it were….)
And then, most unhappily, I woke up!
The video I’ve been most excited to see from my shoot with Northern Spanking Institute has finally gone live! Titled “School Dreams” (I had suggested “Zille’s Uniform Nightmare,” “Beaten Into Dress Code Compliance,” or “Don’t Make Me Wear Those Vile Gym Knickers!” but The Powers That Be preferred short and sweet).
I’ve already written about the experience here. So, here are two pictures to get you started — now go sign up and watch the video already — it’s far awesomer than even the excellent stills can demonstrate!
Tomorrow Mr. Defeu and I leave for Shadow Lane. I’m so excited to see so many of my friends again, and to spend a weekend in the company of myriad pervs (it’s been too long!)
As if to spur me on, last night I had the most erotic dream I think I’ve ever had….
I was at this all girl’s school … except that the girl’s uniforms seemed to be bikinis. They were all quite well-built – curves everywhere! – and it was a bit like a music video or Serpieri’s Druuna books! with all these scantily clad hotties walking up and down the halls and stairs of the school.
I myself, in good dream fashion, was naked. But not the least embarrassed – indeed, in the dream, I felt this delicious sensuality, this sexy confidence. I sashayed as if I was moving through honey.
I kept ended up making out with and otherwise pleasing these girls – sometimes just one, sometimes more! – and this was a perfectly wonderful state that could have completed the dream to my perfect satisfaction.
But there was more! I kept getting taken aside by (male) teachers who were finding quite obvious excuses to punish me – I was “distracting” the girls, I was causing a disturbance in class, I was interrupting their studies, you know the drill – and then the teachers used a variety of implements on me. In the dream, I knew that this hurt, but every stroke was like those rare strokes where pain meets pleasure just right, and you can’t tell the difference. I was crying from the pain out in these sensual moans.
The most clear part of the dream I remember now is that I was being punished by a teacher, who’d put a butt-plug in me, and had beaten me with a strap. I then met up with a few delicious girls who were really turned on by my state, and who needed to kiss, caress, and finger-fuck me. (Even in my dreams, I’m always a giver – didn’t want to let these young ladies down, so allowed them to do as they willed with me, whilst keeping my hands and mouth as busy as possible. See, always a giver!)
We got interrupted by the headmaster, who then felt the need to punish me for this further disruption. (And not my fault, I’d add! They seduced me!) He caned me, and then pulled the butt-plug out – I remember moaning, in the dream, and him saying, “Do you feel all empty now?” He then said, “This will fill you up!” and thrust his cock into me.
Sadly, it was after this promising start that I woke up.
Oh, how I wish you could just pause your dreams and then resume them when next going to sleep. I’d go back to this dream in a heartbeat!
So, who knows, maybe this is what Shadow Lane will be like for me…? At any rate, if I wasn’t entirely rarin’ to go before, I surely am now!
I’ll try to blog or at least tweet from SL, but if it’s anything like that dream, then you should really just expect a report after I get back!
I’m feeling a bit under the weather today, but it was worth it for the fever-inspired dream last night!
My Uncle was disciplining me, and he demanded I put on my old school uniform for it. I refused, saying it was embarrassing and I was too old to have to wear the ugly outfit. The knickers, I complained, were uncomfortable and ugly – as was the skirt, and the shirt was scratchy and the blazer shapeless and unflattering. I’m sure I had complaints about my socks, shoes, and tie, too!
For each piece of the uniform that I refused to put on, he strapped me until I complied. This process took a while, as I was very recalcitrant, and had to be strapped to tears each time.
Once I was finally dressed and resigned, I was surprised and dismayed to discover that the discipline was yet to come – now I was to be caned (with my blazer and skirt pulled up, and my knickers pulled down – but all still on!) and it was implied that after he’d finished caning me into a sobbing mess, he’d be roughly fucking my ass (to further demonstrate his authority, of course, and anyway, in my universe, that’s just what Uncles do!)
When I woke up I told my Mr. Defeu all about it. I hope we make that dream come true this weekend…!