Bedroom Closet

My dream was in some ways very similar to A___’s in that I was in charge of her and there was another woman, different in that there was also another man. As she mentioned, we were with a couple in a hot tub near a glass apartment. But that part came later.

It was a bit nebulous in its development in my head, and like a lot of dreams, I remember some of it from sleeping and some of it unfolded in my head as I was waking up. It was also one of those rare, magnificent choose your own adventure dreams: you can steer and rejoin if something happens to interrupt it (the alarm). It was a nice one. I remember when I woke up that I wanted to be inside A___, fucking her slowly and telling her about my dream. That was as close as I could get her to being there with me (for now)

What I remember most is that we were in an apartment that had a lot of windows, which in itself is really not significant. We were lounging on a couch drinking whiskey and looking out at the ocean. A scene that could very well be us, but as I think about it now, It was a couch we would never own in a space we could never afford, so perhaps this was someone else’s place. Anyway. We weren’t alone: There were two similarly built people with us.

I remember the act of conversing without remembering the words. I could feel A___ close beside me and the fire from an openening where a window should be warming the breeze that blew in from the ocean to where we were. There were blankets casually falling over our laps. The man and the woman were sitting with us on the couch. Close enough so that everyone’s legs and arms were touching each other easily. It was one of those smallish sectional couches with an ottoman in the middle to make it almost a bed on which the four of us relaxed. We were clothed and the actions weren’t sexual in nature at all. They were simply intimate. But hands were beginning to move freely between everyone as we talked and laughed and sipped our whiskey and watched the sun set over the ocean.

The evening progressed in this manner: As someone would get up for water or refills of scotch or whatever they would rejoin the couch in a different position as everyone would move slightly to fill in gaps. If someone was rubbing a knee or stroking a thigh that moved, they simply started the same thing on the knee or thigh of the person that took its place. Reclining heads moved to different shoulders and wandering hands moved to different laps. I remember too that it didn’t matter who as conversation was king: A___ was laughing and resting her head on my shoulder while the man rubbed my thigh, then A___ and the other woman were cuddling while her feet were in my lap and his hand was on A___’s stomach…

I remember that conversation went in waves, as conversation will do, with highs and lulls. At first the lulls were the natural lulls that happen anywhere. Lulls where every takes a sip of something at once and thinks their own thoughts before things resume.

But as the light wore down and reflections of flame started to appear things began to change. And it’s really not that things felt different at all – simply more intense. An evening of sitting and talking and touching and sipping whiskey had begun to sink in. Conversation continued as did the dance of hands and the changing of places, but hands lingered longer and wandered further, rested heads on shoulders left lips closer to necks, breaths became deeper and eyes closed for longer. The lulls in conversation grew until after a while there was no more.

Things hadn’t changed otherwise, except that everyone seemed poised to melt into each other at any moment. Hands moved, but aside from the rustle of cloth, there was no noticeable sound.

A moan became the tipping point: After a while there was an intake of breath from someone… and it wouldn’t have mattered who even if I remember. Everyone stopped breathing until there was a sound of repressed release and all of a sudden hands that lingered along hem lines disappeared, lips that hovered over ears and necks landed, and things erupted in a melting of pent up longing. A days worth of touching came to a head in an almost violent mash of touching and kissing and hands roaming where hands could reach. Everyone was breathing really heavily in between kisses and it didn’t matter who was doing what to whom, as long as everyone was getting some sort of beginning to a release.

I remember that we would move around our couch-as-bed in waves, ganging up on A____ long enough to collectively remove an article of clothing, then drag her with us as we relieved someone else from their pants. On and on it went until we were all somewhat naked and at a point where something else had to happen.

“We should move”

The tension that was building broke.

“You guys wanna use the hot tub… It’s cold out but would feel good.”

Ok…

(there will be more soon)

S___ left me this morning with instructions. He told me I could be without my collar today, only if I wrote about how I was going to please him while wearing it tonight. With that in mind, I imagine this post will be a bit free form, and I am open to suggestion. I’ll start with a shower, for me, get clean and smooth, just like I know he likes. A bit of fun getting the toys clean with me, he might like some pictures of that. I know he will want me very obedient, so I may have a drink or so, as well as have one ready for him. Clean and ready I’ll wait for him to come home, I’ll have his shower running and be waiting on my knees when he finds me. Hair back, pink and black thong he loves, tiny black camisole, and of course my collar, the leash will be within reach. S___ likes it when I wash him, soaping up all the right places, checking to see that I didn’t miss a spot with my tongue. I’ll dry and then serve him as he wishes, most likely with my hands cuffed to my thighs, or with my wrists cuffed behind my neck, I will ask if I can suck his cock while he unwinds from work with a whiskey. I’ll take it all the way down my throat and make sure to lick and suck his balls as well. When he cums I will ask him to do it in my mouth and on my face. All of our toys will be laid out in the bedroom, his choice of restraints, dildos, blindfolds, his camera close at hand as well. He might have me pick which I want. Another tongue bath may be in order though, every inch, not neglecting cock, balls, and ass. A lot depends on him tonight, I know it would please him to bind me as he did the other night with at least one toy shoved inside me, and although I am flexible, I’m not sure that I can be waiting that way.

Then again, not being ready for him, not having my collar on, pretending to have forgotten our arrangement (or in todays case, not being able to prepare in time) would be a way to please him as well, I do believe it would have me hanging from the door completely bound, blindfolded, and gagged as he watched me anticipate, slightly frightened of what would be coming to me.

We will see.

A___

S___ is late for work, he is late entirely because I am home. The alarm went off this morning and we hit the snooze, I climbed over him to get up for a moment and felt that he was already hard. When I came back to bed he was ready, so was I. S___ climed on top and slowly pushed into me, my body slightly resistant, not fully awake. As he was fucking slowly, he whispers in my ear that he was so hard this morning because of a dream he had. In this dream we lived in an almost all glass house, and had a hot tub in the back. We were sharing it with another couple. All of us casually touching and kissing, comfortably and naturally.

My dream was very different I told him. He had me and J___ tied to the bed, my right wrist bound to her left, my right ankle bound to her left, tethered to the bed on the other sides, forming two joined X’s. He was spanking us both, her because she had misbehaved, and me because I hadn’t forgiven her. She was begging forgiveness, about to cum from the spanking, promising she’d never do it again, and he let her up. S___ then gave her instructions to spank me, to try in every way she knew how to get me to forgive her. Sweetness she tried first, kissing me, whispering, telling me I was beautiful, and that she had been wrong, asking if I wanted to be untied so that we could give each other the pleasure we had before. I was stubborn, I resisted, she took another tactic. My restraints were loosened and I was flipped over, legs and arms still spread as she started licking her way from my head to my pussy, telling me that I would get so much, that she would do so much if only I would forgive her. I am tempted, so tempted as she licks my pussy, slides her fingers in and out of me, sucks my nipples, teases me just a little hard. As she continues on she brings me to where she knows I am about to cum and then stops, denying me again and asking forgiveness. I consider it until I see S___ bend her over and give her a few hard swats, brightening her ass, making her shiver. He told her to try harder, or she would be the one tied down again. Knowing how effective pain and pleasure are to her she begins with me again, telling me again that I need to forgive her, asking what she needs to do. Before I can answer she is sitting on my face, pulling me by my hair, forcing my mouth onto her pussy, she pulls harder and tells me to use my tounge, I oblige, she knows she has me now. After cumming quickly in my mouth she crawls off and grabs a dildo, she doesn’t warn me she just rams in into my pussy, as she is working it inside me with one hand the other grabs the riding crop, she sees my reaction and smiles. A few well placed smacks on the thighs and she bends down and whispers in my ear that unless I forgive her, unless I ask her back, she is going to keep me tied up and fuck me with every dildo she has, and keep the biggest ones for my ass. I moan, tell her I want her back, and ask her to lick my clit again. She laughs at my boldness, gives me another slap on the thigh with the crop, stands up and hands it to S___. Having witnessed it all, he knows that I have submitted to her, pushes her to the edge of the bed and tells her to sit there and watch, that she still hasnt been forgiven by him.

The details were blurry, I was able to expand them here, but S___ came quickly, rolled over, and went back to sleep. About an hour later he wakes me saying that he could have sex with me again, and that he did, using me half asleep, giving me some instructions for the day, cumming, and then getting ready for work, about two hours late.

I love being home in the mornings, I’d love to not have to work, I imagine he walked in this morning with a grin, two hours late and was greeted with, “A___ not working today?”