A Dream? Or Not?
1.18.05

The ivory lace curtains were whipping against the windowpane as the storm winds picked up. Thunder rolled across the sky, and the constant flashes of lightning made eerie shadows on the walls. The driving rain began beating against the glass, but I just sleepily rolled over and pulled the down comforter over my head and made a mental note to clean up the rainwater in the morning. My bed was just too warm and cozy to leave just now without any pajamas, and I hoped to finally get a good night's rest, the first one since my Master left on a business trip just two days earlier. I snuggled with my overstuffed body pillow, a poor replacement for His strong arms and tender kisses, but one to which I was finally adjusting. I was eagerly looking forward to His imminent return tomorrow evening, perhaps just anticipating the gift He always brought me after a trip, but probably even more just the fact that He was going to be home again. Even with the driving rain, and cracks of thunder, I finally felt myself drifting off into a deep slumber.

I never sensed any movement in the room until I felt my head lifted abruptly from my pillow by my hair and a blindfold tied tightly around my face. Out of reflex, I reached for the scarf that covered my eyes, but my hands never reached my face. I could feel my heart racing as my senses struggled to make some sense out of what was happening. I cried out immediately for my Master, but something silky was pushed into my mouth that stifled my pleas for help I tried to pull my thoughts together, to see why I couldn't move, why I was trapped, what was wrong, but I couldn't. I felt as if I had been drugged, though I knew that was impossible because I had prepared all of my own food the last two days.

Strong hands gripped my hands and forced my arms above my head and quickly bound and fastened my wrists to the tall oak posts of my Master's king-sized bed. My attempts at struggling against the leather strips resulted in a quick pull of the bindings that roughly lifted my upper body from the bed. A loud groan escaped my lips because of the pain of overstretched muscles, even with the gag filling my mouth. Once my frantic struggles finally ceased, I was lowered again to the soft bed, my shoulders throbbing. I lifted my knees and pulled them in close to my body, attempting to cover my nakedness, but my efforts were futile. I heard a deep throaty laugh, as both ankles were pulled roughly down and apart. For a moment, I felt waves of fear rush through me. There is another! Two pairs of hands. Two of them. Two invaders.

Somewhere from deep inside the bowels of my stomach, I began to feel hopeless. The sour taste of fear filled my mouth. I already knew the sturdiness and strength of the ornate iron rings adorning the oak frame of the four-poster bed. Attractive to look at, but more than adequate for any purpose which my Master might have in mind, I had already tested their strength well during many long and involved scenes with my Master. I felt the strong leather restraints roughly fastened around my ankles, and then I cried out slightly as my legs were jerked apart and the bindings savagely fastened to the iron rings. Inwardly I groaned that it was a king-sized four-poster bed rather than a smaller double or queen-sized bed as the leather was pulled tight lifting my hips from the mattress. I was unable to do anything to free myself, and was forced to wait for what was to come. At this point, I just wanted it to be over and hope for the best. More than anything, I was hoping that I would survive, but then, maybe I wouldn't want to. For once, I was thankful for the blindfold because forever after I would be filled with boiling anger toward these invaders.

Thoughts crowded and swirled through my mind as I tried to block out this terrible nightmare that was happening to me. Then I realized all sounds of human movement were gone, the strong hands had released me, nothing was happening. I was alone. The room felt black with emptiness. I struggled to listen and could hear nothing. The storm continued to lash the house from the outside and the raindrops battered the window glass, but still I could hear nothing inside the house. My blindfold was too tightly applied to see light; only the booming crashes of thunder told me that the lightning storm was still blazing outside. The ceiling fan continued to turn, this I could tell because of the light breeze caressing my skin. I briefly wondered where my warm comfortable covers and pillow had been placed, because the chill was rapidly replacing the warmth of just a few moments ago. There was nothing to be done to keep warm, but just hope that soon, soon, it would be over. I gently tugged against the leather bindings, but they held strong, as I knew they would.

My mind drifted, frantically searching for a way to occupy itself, a way to combat the fear that had swept over me. I tried to remember the warm sunny beaches of O/our last Florida vacation, when W/we stayed at a remote rustic cottage with a private beach. I brought to mind the hot rays of the sun beating down upon my naked body, shiny with fragrant suntan oil rubbed into my skin by my Master. I recalled the particular way He had of arousing me with the caressing and gentle touch of His hands as He expertly applied the expensive tropical oils to my thirsty skin. I grasped this memory and held tightly to it. It was so vivid in my mind that I could even feel the dribble of the warm oil begin at my feet and trace its way up my calves, a bit at the time; then He would stop and rub it in with light touches working into deep massages. Then again, He would dribble a little more oil, then lightly caress and brush His fingers over my skin in a teasing way as He massaged the oil into my thighs, occasionally brushing against my groin and laughing as tiny moans would leap from my parted lips as that so very sensitive bud was touched.

My moans startled me from my dreaming and I realized that hands were massaging my thighs. Warm oil was tricking down my inner thigh, at least I hoped that was what it was. Oh, surely my body had not betrayed me, or, more importantly, my Master, somehow. I burned crimson red at that possibility. I groaned deeply considering the punishment that betrayal would bring to me. My thighs, both thighs, were being massaged simultaneously with deep rubbing motions. Strong fingers pressed into the muscles of my legs digging deeply into the tissue. I couldn't help myself. Deep guttural sounds burst forth from within me as the hands worked my body over. I gasped in pleasure mixed with fear as warm oil was dribbled over my groin and abdomen because I knew that I could not hold back the excitement and building tensions my body was feeling; however, I knew the terrible price that I would pay should my Master ever find out that I had found pleasure in this "invasion." He had trained my body to feel the way it was feeling, and all too well, I knew the responses that would yet come if these hands continued as before.

My body began to twist and thrash in the leather bindings as the fires burning in my groin began to rage. My breathing grew more ragged and raspy as I gasped for air, fighting against the inevitable, the conclusion, the eruption of the need stirred up within me. The oiled hands moved into more intimate areas now, leaving my well-massaged thighs and slipping over my mound and down into the dark area between my thighs, exposed by the wide-open binding of my ankles. I cried out wildly as the hands roughly pulled and pinched my now swollen lips, opening me wide. I heard throaty chuckles, almost appreciative as the hands stopped for a moment. Suddenly, a muffled scream exploded from my mouth as a clamp bit into my tiny pulsing nub.

"Oh my God," my mind shrieked into the blackness as my flesh was pulled hard, extended from its usual hiding place. I struggled to lift my hips from the bed covers to ease the tension, but they wouldn't move. My legs were drawn out too far to give me any leverage. The teeth of the clamp dug deeper into my flesh. Tiny pulses like electric charges streaked through my body like a freight train. My body bucked and twisted on the mattress, the movements increasing the fiery pain exponentially. I couldn't resist moving, and the tears began to form in my eyes, as I began to gulp for air almost inhaling the silky panties gagging me. The thunder crashed loudly, the intensity of the almost forgotten storm increasing.

Panic was about to overwhelm me, I could feel my body shaking uncontrollably, my lungs burning, rain battering against the window glass. Then, just as my body was in such great distress, a gentle hand brushed very leisurely down my face. Warm lips pressed against mine, softly like a feather, and quietly, a deep baritone voice whispered calming words in my ear, words telling me how beautiful I am, how soft my skin is, and how I need not fear what is to come - words telling me to lay still, to relax, to become one with what is happening.

The gentle hand was joined by the others, tracing over my body attending especially to my extended nipples and displayed sex. Again, I felt the cool metal of a clamp against my skin, this time biting into the flesh of first one nipple, and then the other. I held my breath as my swollen nipples were pulled away from my body, lifting my breasts and stretching them. When I thought that the clamp would surely tear my flesh, the pulling ceased and a steady tension was applied. Again my contorted face was lightly stroked, and my lips gently kissed until I was soothed, but this time a sharp nip on my lower lip followed behind the kiss. He growled softly as he pulled and suckled my lip into his mouth; it became evident that He was feeding. Finally, he pulled away and a metallic yet familiar taste filled my mouth.

Warmed by the hungry kiss, and the burning stretch of my aching nipples and distended clitoris, I didn't expect the stinging slap against the tender underside of my left breast. Before I could react, another blow smacked underneath of my right breast. Heat poured through my body as the crops struck me repeatedly on my breasts, an alternating rhythm, drawing redness to the surface of my skin. Again, my blood boiled as the leather danced over my flesh, the intensity of unremitting blow after blow bringing the desire once more to a peak. Whimpers began to steal from around the soggy silken mass in my mouth as the crops traveled down my abdomen beating a tattoo against my body. Again my body writhed on the mattress, glistening from my exertions, the pain the pleasure, the need, the lust that these strangers have elicited from my body.

I screeched as suddenly a crop struck my inner thigh, and then rapidly slapped the other. Without a seconds interval, the leather bit into my swollen clitoris. A deep chuckle filled my ears, intermingled with the gasps of pain, and even desire, which poured from my gagged mouth. My cries were transformed into a continuous wail as the blows rained down onto my exposed sex, my thighs, my breasts, my belly, even my arms. Icouldn't help it; Id never explain to Master, but I reached the end of myself.

I knew I was about to plummet over the precipice into the roller coaster ride of numerous climaxes when the mattress shifted beneath me. I groaned deeply as the skin of one of the intruders touched mine. I couldn't believe it; he was going to exploit me. As my brain frantically processed this information, my heart was torn apart. I was about to be taken by an unknown assailant. My mind screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO," but my body didn't care, it just begged for release. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my face. My whimpers meant nothing to him, because he drove his cock straight into my drenched sex with the force of a hammer. He pounded his manhood straight into my cervix,bruising the tissue with his tremendous force. I was too far gone to stop; I began to cum.

Someone pulled the sopping wet silk panties from my mouth just as earsplitting cries exploded from deep within my throat. Thunder crashed, lightning flashed, and he impaled me over and over with his stiff cock. My body thrashed beneath him, my ankles and wrists jerking on the restraints as I succumbed to the beautiful darkness and colors swirling through my head. He growled as he buried himself deep into me finally arriving at his own point of climax. My walls squeezed hard on his cock, drawing the hot seed from his cock into my core. I could feel his body shudder as he emptied into my spasming cunt, his fingers digging into my shoulders. Then he withdrew and slipped off my body.

Through the haze, I thought I heard his footsteps recede down the hallway. The blindfold ensured that I could still see nothing. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the fading rumbles of thunder and the rapid pounding of my heart. Time passed, the storm grew fainter and eventually disappeared. I lay there shivering, the molten flow between my thighs turning cold as it spread over the wrinkled sheets. Finally, I slept.

Dishes rattling in the kitchen awakened me. I must have slept for hours and now it sounded as if Master was home. Every muscle ached, as I threw the covers back and slid my nude form into a sitting position. I looked around, shaking the cobwebs out of my head. I looked at the clock, it was flashing. The storm must have knocked the power off the night before. My eyes scrutinized the room, looking for evidence of the assault the night before. My hands covered my mouth as I had to determine what to tell Him. Could I hide what happened, and then be caught out later by some overlooked indication that the room had been used to rape me? Should I confess it all even down to the way that my innermost being was invaded by a stranger, but I responded with the most stupendous orgasm possible? Even though looked carefully, I saw nothing amiss in the room; everything was in its normal place. I glanced down at my body, not a mark anywhere, not a bruise, not a scratch. I shook my head again, trying to wake up. Did anything happen at all? Was it a dream?

I twisted and looked at the bed. Yes, there it was, a massive damp spot staining the sheets. But, how did it really get there?

I padded slowly down the hall and peeked into the kitchen. He turned and smiled at me with a twinkle in His eye.

"How did you sleep My little one?"