I fell asleep on the plane. S___ and I are away again, this time to the West even fur­ther. Some­where over the moun­tains I was dream­ing away of hid­den toys and sur­prises for S___. I have been, let us say, out of com­mis­sion for a bit. Poor man, he’s been hav­ing to set­tle for me suck­ing his cock as opposed to being rid­den for days. I see this chang­ing quite soon but I had plans for him tonight. This time he was naked wear­ing the col­lar, cuffs attached to it around his back and behind his head, I was lead­ing him to the bath­room where I blind­folded him and gave instruc­tions, he wasn’t to touch me, or try to, in any way. He was to stand, sit or lie wher­ever I told him and fol­low instruc­tions too the let­ter. Nod­ding agree­ment, slightly dis­ori­ented, he stood wait­ing. I had him raise his arms and hooked his cuffs over the shower (S___ being so tall is so con­ve­nient). There I show­ered, turn­ing him on occa­sion, feel­ing his penis, light slaps on his ass, tak­ing my time as I show­ered, water splash­ing onto him as I moved. When I was fin­ished, I moved him down, took the hand­held and cleaned him, work­ing his soapy penis to the point he was about to cum and then stop­ping, slid­ing my fin­gers between his slip­pery legs, fin­ger­ing him places he rarely asks but always wants. Once we were out of the shower I cuffed his hands back in front of him but had him dry me, tak­ing care and time, it was dif­fi­cult him his hands bound, he had to move in close and at one point he took my nip­ple in his mouth suck­ing hard, want­ing more. I turned him around and gave him a few hard slaps on his ass. I had told him not to touch me with­out spe­cific instruc­tions. S___ con­tin­ued to dry me and them dry him­self off as I had asked. I walked him to the bed­room where I attached his leash and had him climb onto the bed and kneel on it, keep­ing on his hands and knees. The col­lar stayed on and I tied the leash to the head­board. Hav­ing him face the direc­tion of the bed­side table I took off his blind­fold so that he could see the lubri­cant and dou­ble sided dildo that I had already laid out. I bent over him and whis­pered in his ear that I would be gen­tle, I know that he will have his turn in my posi­tion later, I would start with my fin­gers and then move on from there, and if he behaved I wouldn’t have to use his belt on him. I woke up to tur­bu­lence and S___ smil­ing at me. Dreams are funny, some­times prophetic, some­times not, but always enough to start that famil­iar warm wetness.

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