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I had the most amazing dream last night — since I’ve got a pretty bad cold, I think this was one of those “fever dreams,” and if so, getting sick might have some pretty serious silver linings!

I was at this very dark, gothic carnival. The dream started with me getting dressed in a darkened tent in long black flowing skirts, and putting on a hip-belt of glowing bones. There were lots of other people, all looking very much like we were in an MTV video for some very goth song, and we were all talking and laughing, the carnival spirit very obvious. People were putting on costumes rather like those really weird European traditional folk costumes.

I don’t remember how it all came about, but I ended up on a St. Andrews Cross with a very sexy older man whipping my back. In the dream it was the most delicious agony, and it was so amazingly sexual and intense.

Sadly, this dream beating didn’t last half long enough, and then we all went on a Wild Hunt with horses and dogs. The dogs were all golden retrievers (not exactly one’s first choice for a Hell Hound, but maybe my subconscious knows something I don’t!) and it ended with everyone, including the dogs, jumping into this huge hot-tub.

I woke up after that, but one hopes that after the Wild Hunt/hot tub, all the girls would birched for good luck — that’s what all those folk festivals were all about, right?!

Last night’s dreams were of the very kinky variety, which I simply do not get enough of. From my point of view, every time I close my eyes in sleep I should get a pervy porn film projected on the backs of my eyelids. My subconscious, however, seldom indulges me.

The dream started with me being some sort of camp counselor, and all the “campers” were girls who were doing “puppy play” as Alaskan sled dogs, and they were being harnessed up to pull a sled in some sort of kinky Iditarod. As this progressed, it turned out that I had been in charge of this last year, and this year they had put another counselor in charge (I don’t know why my new job was), and I was feeling most put-out about it all. I was giving the new counselor explicit instructions on how to train the “pups,” including such helpful tips as, “If they try talking like humans, put really big gags in their mouths,” and, “Beat them with a heavy paddle until they whimper like dogs.”

Heh. When I switch from masochist to sadist, I don’t do it by halves!

My Master got out of bed at this point, and I begged to be allowed to sleep in, and he kindly let me out of my morning tasks of making him breakfast and tea, and putting together a lunch in a brown paper bag. I went back to dreamland….
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Last night I had the most amazing dream. I’ll start from the part when my Master has laid me back on a plain pine coffin (don’t ask what that was about, although it involved MTV reality shows and Kurt Loder, for reasons best known to my subconcious) and I was naked and he was arousing me. I don’t remember if he was touching my pussy, or if it was more ephemeral than that, but I was plenty horny! Then he said, “Oh, you think you’re horny now? Wait until I do this…” and he pressed this thing up against my clit and upper labia. I don’t think it was a vibrator — in the dream it hurt as well as throbbed pure pleasure into me. It may have been an electrical toy — but that would be quite strange, as in real life I never much enjoyed those, and until being with my Master they were a hard limit. (With my Master, I have no safe words or self-defined limits. Happily, he has shown no interest in zapping me, thus far.)

In the dream, this thing he was holding against me made me immediately start to come, but he told me not to. I managed to hold off the orgasm, but my body was so excited that I ejaculated, and my Master was very displeased with me because he thought I’d come. I begged him — quite desperately! — to believe me, and he built my pleasure up and up and up until he told me I could come — and I woke up to find myself having an orgasm in real life!

I wandered out of the bedroom on cloud nine, saw my Master sitting on the sofa, and thanked him for the great scene and great orgasm, which amused him mightily.

This is only the second time in my life I’ve come from a dream. I’ll relate the first in my next post….

N.B. –Dream interpretation welcome! Give it a go!

Last night I dreamed that my Master and I were snuggling naked on red velvet sheets. People kept interrupting us, so we moved to a field of yellow flowers and lay down in the field and spooned, still quite naked, in the sun. We lay there all day, and I remember feeling warm from the sun and from his body pressing against mine.

It was one of the most comforting dreams I’ve ever had. I woke up feeling so very happy and content.

This past weekend was full of play and loving, which no doubt had something to do with the happiness that was flooding my subconscious mind last night.

On Saturday, I was already up and breakfasted when my Master got up. He had what I refer to as “morning wood,” and I eyed the erection hungrily as he came out of the bedroom. I made some comment about how I hate for morning wood to go to waste (the fact that recently there has not been time in the mornings for the old morning blowjob, due to his new work schedule, has made me a very sad slave!) and he responded by telling me that I would get him a bowl of cereal and then give him a blowjob while he broke his fast for the day. Delighted, I ran to the kitchen.

I gave him leisurely oral worship of his cock and balls while he ate, and when he finished, I got to work in earnest, kneeling on the floor as he reclined on our black leather sofa.

After he came, he said, meditatively, “I liked that. I think I’ll have you do that more while I eat breakfast.” Which was happy news to me — yes, please, lots more blowjobs!
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In the past several days, I’ve had two really intense dreams about nipple-play.

The first was right before I woke up on Sunday. It was simply that my Master was doing that thing to my nipples where he grazes them lightly with his fingertips over and over and it brings me to this peak of pleasure that is so intense it’s actually really painful (ah, what a lovely thing!) I woke up with my nips rock-hard and aching for touch.

Last night I dreamt I was was starting my first day in a girls school. (No, this really is a dream and not a porn flick!) The cruel Headmistress singled me out, and had me sitting in a punishment corner, and was tormenting my nipples in various ways. It was very dream-like in that it all made sense in the dream, and now that I look back on the plot elements, I’m like, “Uh, that doesn’t really all connect” (again, this was not porn [grins] ) but the main thing of importance was that the Headmistress had total control over me, and that she was doing terrible, wonderful things to my nipples (in front of other girls, to boot!) Again, I wake up with breasts tingling with sensitivity and eagerness.

My Master is sitting beside me working. Soon enough, he’ll go into work.

I’m sitting here beside him, working, wishing he would take me off into the bedroom and take my breasts through all of the varieties of pleasure and pain, before fucking me in the ass.

I wouldn’t mind him going to work, and indeed, doing my own work, if my breasts and bottom were aching with satiation!