Dreams of Reality

Dreams come every night. Sometimes they repeat night after night. Others, they are like mini movies that play out in my head. Every night they hit this climactic moment, and then she wakes me. I have participated in a sleep study, talked to various people about them but they never go away. Through the years they have shifted and changed. I believe in part because society and personal interests change. Last night was no different.

The dream starts with me walking down a sidewalk. The scene around me is like a hallmark picture perfect town and NYC times square. It shifts in and out and blends into each other. One nano second, I am looking at a building and the next it is a tree. This has happened before and sometimes it kind of locks into just one location.

I reach the café, (they always start at the café) and pull open the door and step inside. Normally, if you have a visual of a café, you picture walking right into a dining room. Not here, not in my dreams. There is a foyer or mudroom. It is the size of a large closet with places to leave muddy shoes, hand coats or sit for a moment. It feels homy, like something you would see in an early European style home. I walk past this area and around the corner next to a large glass street view window is our table.

My Domme is sitting wearing a solid black team sparky shirt. The logo is in white and the lightning bolt on her chest is cut out revealing a perfect line of cleavage. Her lips are painted a deep red but her toes and fingers match her shirt with a satin black polish. In every dream she is the most detailed focal point. No matter what is going on around me I always remember to the tiniest of detail what she is wearing and how she reacts.

She smiles as I walk in and says "Tsk Tsk Sparky, you know the drill by now. Strip please it is time for inspection." I do as she asks and take everything off until I am naked. She walks around me gently touching my body and says " when will you learn Sparky. My rules are simple. Legs and underarms shaved daily, body and face neatly groomed. Fresh haircut once a week and fingers and toes painted." "You should not be naked in front of me Sparky, you should however be in a matching bra and panty set." She sits down and instructs me to stand at the end of the table. I do as I am told and as she grabs the book in front of her she tells me to place my hands on the table.

Once I do, my attention is drawn to the giant window we are in front of. The name of this café is on it but no matter how hard I try to read it, I never can. My attention is brought downward back to her. She sits back and takes a deep breath, and as she speaks I cannot help to think how amazing she looks.

"Ok Sparky, last we talk" she says, " I told you there were a few options you had. You can either get two fuck machines so I can control them and spit roast you for my enjoyment, or I get to pick letters in any order I see fit and you still get spit roasted." She makes a motion with her hand and in walk six men. Each has a letter on their chest in lipstick. They are diverse in age and size, but each share one thing in common. They are all very, very erect. My dream reality mind takes a moment to process what she just said. She said, letters.

Before my body or mind can react, the dream shifts. The table has changed, and my arms are strapped down around the forearm. I feel hands touching me and taking great care to tighten each strap to immobilize me and fix me in place. A spreader bar is attached to my ankles opening me and exposing me. In the dream at this moment, I feel excited and giddy. My mind races with the possibilities of what could happen. There is a strange bar with a small cushion that is attached to the table below my chin to allow it to rest.

She leans forward on the table and says it's all in the book Sparky, just like you asked and just like you wanted. You said you wanted a bi experience, to see what it would feel like to be intimate with a man. To feel his scruff against your face while his lips are interlocked with yours. She continues talking as she walks around the table to my body bent over subdued. I feel her hand slide through my hair, and I instantly get goose bumps and a chill down my back. Her finger walks down my spine until she is standing right behind me. Looking straight ahead at the glass I hear the click of the cap open and moments later to cool wetness of lube is being pressed against my ass.

She tells me the rules were simple Sparky. Shaved, groomed, and painted along with bra and panties. Get a lot of dildos and a couple of fuck machines and then we get to test your bi curious desires. But since you can't follow the rules, lets just jump to the part where I get to watch you get fucked by two guys.

She has walked back around but her chair is more at an angle so she can see my face and my ass and still maintain eye contact. She looks at me and says A and D with a very enthusiastic smile. The two men walk over, and one immediately climbs on the table to his knees. The other walks behind me and I can hear him applying lube to his cock. She tells them, its ok, you can begin and both as if in sync place their hands on my body. One is cupping my face in his hands as his cock moves closer to my mouth, the other has his hands on my ass opening me fore his pleasure.

My body is vibrating with anticipation. I have been waiting for this exact moment what feels like a lifetime. Finally, I would feel a throbbing erect cock slide across my lips into my mouth. I would taste his skin and feel him glide in and out. Finally, I would be penetrated. To feel a cock in my ass, and the thrusts against my hips. Deep with in me I get to feel his balls slap against mine, I get to feel them both reach that climactic moment and flood me with their hot cum.

She is looking deep into my eyes and tells me not to close them. To embrace this moment and to savor it. His cock is almost to my mouth. The other has started pressing into me. This is it; this is the moment and then she says. "no no no Sparky not yet, for now I want you to wake up and not disappoint me again.

I immediately shot awake. My body jerks and I sit up on the bed. My mind though, it is still very much within the dream. I can still feel the warmth of the sun coming through the window. I can smell his sex moments away from my mouth. I can hear the buzz of the café completely oblivious to what is happening.

Like every night the dreams wake me. Sometimes it is just once, other nights it is repeated. The dreams always have this BDSM sexual undertone to them. Sometimes very subtle, other times it is extremely intense. Tonight, was somewhere in the middle. I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen to drink some water. My mind is still in a bit of a fog. It was time to try and get back to sleep, although hesitant because I know where I will end up, back on a sidewalk walking to the café.