This story is not true. I just felt the need to get another recurring dream down in words to share with you. I hope you enjoy it!
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It was late. I was tired.
I'd had one of those work days that makes you want to scream FUCK YOU to the entire world.
I walk in the front door, set my keys on the table, and walk into the kitchen for some water. I go to the bedroom and strip naked for my favorite part of my day.
After removing my daytime anal trainer and a hot shower, I towel off, and go to the closet. I select a sexy pair of suntan pantyhose with a very high shine. Danskin 1331's. They're so thick, they're perfect for what comes next. I take them to the bed and select my new nighttime anal trainer and some lube. It takes about 15 minutes of work, but I finally manage to get the new trainer inside me with a sort of POP sensation when it finally gets past the widest point. I stand up. It feels like I've got a bowling ball inside me. It's about 7" long and about three inches wide at the widest point. Not the biggest thing I've ever had inside me, but the largest continuous wear anal trainer so far.
I slip one foot into the thick shiny tights, then the other. I gently slip them up until they're at my knees. I stand up and slip them the rest of the way up to my hip.
I sit back down and pick up my ls, admiring the shine, and enjoy feeling the new trainer press ever so slightly deeper inside me.
I walk down the hall back to the living room so I can turn on the TV and watch some more sissy hypno videos. I'm getting more and more interested in becoming, literally, a stupid fuck puppet.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye as I walk out of the hallway. Before I can see who or what it is, I feel an arm wrap around my neck. It's large, black, and muscular. I reach my hands up to try to free myself, but it's no use. I'm a slender, girly, stupid sissy and I'm no match for this muscle man, whoever he is.
I start to feel light-headed, and things slowly turn dark, and I slip into unconsciousness.
I wake up very groggy. It takes a long time for my eyes to adjust and take in my new surroundings.
I can make out a hand next to my face. It's my hand. I try to move but I can't. I'm facing a large windows and I can see outside. I'm on the second floor, but can't tell where.
After a minute or two I start to shift and struggle, but it's no use. It takes a minute or two more for me to realize I'm in a set of old fashioned stocks!
I start to make noise, and that's when the ringing in my ears subsides enough to notice there are voices all around. I hear one of the voices say "Look. It's awake again.".
Most of the other voices die down, and I can hear people moving around, but can't see anything. I can make out vague shapes of people in the reflection of the window, but not much more.