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?”