My Dream

I recently woke up to find Sir grinning at me. He said, "So did you have fun last night?" I just looked at him blankly and said, "Huh?" He said, "In the middle of the night, I rolled over and found you masturbating in your sleep. So I helped you finish."

Oh. So that part wasn't a dream. :)

I do, however, remember the part that was. In my dream, I was standing next to the dining room table, leaning over slightly to reach something. Suddenly, Sir was behind me, his hips tight against my ass. He grabs me by the hair, pulls me upright, and whispers in my ear, "Take your shirt and bra off. I wanna play with my tits." He releases my hair long enough for me to obey and then resumes his death grip. He pulls my head back as he fondles and pinches my nipples, all the while kissing and biting my neck. Then he pushes my upper body forward onto the table and says, "Let's see if my pussy's wet." He pulls my short skirt up over my hips and says, "What the fuck is this! Didn't I tell you not to wear panties today?" "Um, yes, sir...I'm sorry. I was in a hurry this morning and forgot." "Well, I guess we'll have to do something to help you remember, slut. Don't move." With that, he leaves the room and I'm left trembling, face down, bent over the dining room table.

He soon returns and lays several items on the table beside me, but out of my sight. Then he reaches down, grabs me by the hair again and pulls me back upright. Then he places very tight nipple clamps on me, joined by a chain, places the chain in my mouth and says, "When I tell you to pull, you'd better pull...hard." "Yes, sir," I respond around the chain in my mouth. Then he pushes me back down on the table.

At this point he goes into the kitchen and I hear some strange noises, kind of like peeling potatoes. Shortly he returns and I feel him rip my panties off. "I think we'll start with this," he says. Then he spreads my ass and shoves a thick piece of freshly peeled ginger deep into my ass. He's even carved it into a make-shift butt plug, so that it stays in place fairly well. I feel the tingling begin almost immediately and know that it's just the beginning. Things will be getting pretty intense very quickly.

Next he takes a piece of rope, binds my wrists together and ties them off on the other side of the table. Then he binds each ankle to one of the table legs, leaving me completely exposed. "Pull on the chain...hard, bitch." I hesitate for a brief moment and then obey, with only a slight whimper. He gives me a hard, open-handed slap on the ass. "I expect your obedience immediately, slut. Do you understand me?" "Yes, sir."

"How's that ass feeling?" he inquires, twisting the ginger as he asks. "It's becoming very hot, sir," I respond. "Good. It's only going to get worse, you know?" "Yes, sir, I know." Then he begins choosing his first implement of destruction. I feel his hand caressing my ass, then a slight pause before he smacks me hard. The ping pong paddle. As he continues punishing me, the outside of my ass begins to get as warm as the inside. Periodically, he tells me to pull on the chain. I obey immediately. Every so often, he chooses a new toy...the shoe horn, fishing rod...all the stuff that really hurts. Eventually, I begin to cry...he just tells me to pull and pull hard. I obey, of course.

Finally, he decides he's done spanking me. He runs his hands all over my raw ass, even leaning down to kiss it. Then he slides three fingers into my pussy. I'm dripping wet. "Does my lil slut think she can remember the orders I give her from now on?" "Yes, sir. I promise." "Good. Then maybe I'll even fuck you if you ask nicely." "Please, sir, I promise I'll be good." "You always say that." "I know, sir. I'm sorry. Please fuck me." He sighs and I hear him undoing his pants. "Could you please take the ginger out, sir. It burns so much." "No. Maybe it will help you remember." With that, he shoves his cock inside me. He begins to fuck me, slowly at first, but quickly moving harder and faster. With each thrust, he shoves the ginger further into my ass, making it burn and tingle even more. Every once in a while, he makes me pull on the chain. After a while, I can't take anymore and I beg him to let me cum. He says, "No, maybe when I cum, I'll let you. I haven't decided yet." He continues to fuck me for what seems like an hour and finally, I can tell he's on the edge of an orgasm. I beg him once more to let me cum and he says, "Yes, cum for me, slut." Needless to say, I cum so hard that I squirt all over him every time he withdraws slightly from my pussy. He slams into me one final time as he reaches his own climax and then collapses on top of me as we both lie there breathing hard and twitching.

And that is why he found me masturbating in my sleep in the middle of the night.