Fetish Dreams

Fetish Dreams - Part 1 - slave girl sara

A Dress

I saw an advert in my quarterly fetish magazine, and I was amazed at what I read. Was I dreaming or was someone actually out there for me?

Have you been looking all your life?

Are you still looking?

Contact me and I will fulfil your deepest fetish.

Message me to the address at the bottom of this advert!

Wow, I thought about it all day and all week. The following week, Monday was a day off work as I was between cases and my last case as lead prosecutor finished early after a guilty plea was entered. I took the plunge and replied to the advert.

Dear Sir

In answer to your advert in this month`s Fetish magazine may I express an extreme interest. I am neither sub or slave or anything in that genre, I am a 29-year-old single lady who has a huge fetish and would be obliged if I could be considered in having my deepest fetish become reality.

Please consider contacting me.

Regards

Hope. X

And I was delighted to soon receive a quick reply!

Dear Hope

We acknowledge your application and will give you our decision within 7 days.

Yourdayatlast.

Every day that week I searched my emails, my spam, even my deleted and every day, nothing. On the Friday I waited until lunch time. I sat down with a sandwich, it was ham and pickle as usual on a Friday, then, *PING*. There it was, either a kind rejection or I was of interest to them. Now I dare not open it, I would rather not know than be rejected but too late, I pressed open.

Dear Hope

You are through the first part of your possible journey. There will be no monetary charge or cost to yourself, whatsoever. I make money from the people who watch live and the ones who stream online. If you wish to remain anonymous you can wear a mask or veil to hide your face.

If we agree to proceed, my pleasure will be in spanking you, either before or after your display, your choice, and be aware I spank hard. If you wish to proceed, send me full details of the fetish you seek and the details below.

Sex?

Your age?

Vital statistics?

Weight?

Ethnicity?

Relationship status?

Regards

Yourdayatlast.

I had to go into the loo to relief my excitement. Fortunately, a Friday afternoon at work was pretty laid back and got away before four. I could not wait to reply.

Good afternoon Sir

Please find below honest answers to your questions.

If you wish to proceed, send me full details of the fetish you seek? Please see attachment.

Sex? Female

Your age? 29

Vital statistics? 34 - 24 - 32

Weight? 125 pounds

Ethnicity? White

Relationship status? Single

Please ask for any other details you need.

With regard to your payment in spankings, I have never ever even had so much as a swat, let alone a spank, but fully accept your rules.

Regards

Hope. x

I clicked send and waited the response, hoping but not banking on an acceptable reply. I also realised if the mails went to form, I could be waiting a week or more. A couple of days went by and nothing, but on the third day...

*PING*

Application Result

Congratulations Hope, your application has been successful, and you are invited to spend the weekend with us on the 15th of this month.

A task to complete before you arrive. You will visit several charity shops and buy three dresses spending no more than £100 in total. Any monies left may be spent on a pair of shoes.

You will email back your response and if it is acceptance details of the venue will be sent.

Regards

Yourdayatlast.

I replied at once.

Dear Sir

I accept with great thanks.

Regards

Hope x

As promised the address was sent and I had around two weeks to be ready.

I am quite lucky living in a big city as we have a plethora of charity shops and having the following Tuesday free without a case I planned my shopping. I knew just what I wanted, a long green evening dress, a summery floral dress and a satin night dress.

The first shop and bingo, the first dress I tried, a long green one, almost a ball gown and by a maker I knew, it was £29 something and perfect. I went to pay, and the young shop assistant said "£23.50 please Miss, 20% sale this week."

Nothing, then nothing again but in shop four the floral dress I had been looking ages for. Thin straps, loose fitting to just above my knees, £15, I paid and left.

I stopped for lunch and sat outside people watching, it was very therapeutic. Next to the cafe was one of the original charity shops and I secured a pink satin nightdress and a pair of stilettos healed, silver glittery shoes by a maker I regularly use, both for £35. I asked if I made a donation could I have a receipt, she said no problem and I donated the "£26.50 left from my £100.

Every night I put on my heels and each dress in turn and the stood naked, it gives me a tingle below just typing that.

My-Day-At-Last had come. I had booked into a hotel near the venue I was to appear at. I bathed, drank Champagne and nibbled on strawberries until it was time to meet up with my tormentor.

I was shown around the building as soon as I got there, an old Wesleyan Chapel complete with surrounding balcony. I was told they expected a good crowd for such a unique event. I shuddered, not with fright, but with a cum.

"This is where you will stand, on each occasion and assume any position I say. You will have time to recover between sessions as I have a piggy whipping to deliver and a couple doing a sex act."

"Yes Sir, I understand fully Sir, when would I get the spanking Sir?"

"I thought when all was finished with, in front of the crowd, does that suit?"

I would rather not have one to be honest, but had to answer, "Yes Sir."

"Any movement from the spot I put you on will earn hard bottom slaps during your time with me, fair?"

"Fair Sir."

"Get naked."

"Here, now Sir?"

Whoosh crack, his big hand hits my bottom.

I kicked off my shoes, dropped my knickers, pulled my dress over my head and released my 34C bust.

"Spin slowly."

I spun.

"Hands on head, elbows back."

Got to say I was more embarrassed than excited.

"Ping your nipples please."

"Yes Sir."

They have always been responsive and shot out. Sir looked and touched.

"I may have to nip them during your procedure to ensure your statuesque presence."

"That is fine Sir, thank you."

"Pick up your clothes, you are centre stage in less than an hour, keep naked and stood up till I say dress, then, just the shoes and dress. Mask or veil?

"Matching hood Sir."

He nodded.

I used my breathing class instructions along with some yoga moves to keep calm. Various people were in and out of the room, but I did as I was told and waited for my cue!

Then I heard "Dress."

I put my long green dress on and stepped into my shoes. He snapped his fingers, and I put on my hood and followed. As we went into the hall the crowd cheered, not knowing what to expect.

I was placed on a small round stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your main event, `Control`. Arms out."

He began to cut up my sleeve with some scissors and soon had them both hanging down.

"Stand on one leg."

Both sleeves were then cut off completely.

"Bend over."

He cut up the back of my dress to my waist, exposing my bottom.

"Legs open"

And now my pussy on show.

"Upright, hands-on head and elbows back."

My dress stretched over my tits. He nipped my nipples and cut a small circle on one side and pulled my right nipple through.

"Turn a circle slowly."

As I turned the scissors started cutting my waistband as I completed a full circle the bottom half fell off.

"Bend right over, legs apart, let my customers see your tight virgin pussy."

I was bent over a good few minute.

"Stand arms by your side."

He cut my thin staps and I felt my top lower. He nipped my nipples again, cut another small hole, and my left nipple was pulled through to match my right one.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, the finale, the last cut. Hands behind your head, elbows back."

He walked behind me and cut the remainder of my dress from waist to neck, and when he cut the arms open my dress opened wide, and only kept up by hanging to my nipples. He cut straight down the front and led me off stage with the two hanging pieces of material.

I sat and felt so stimulated, the sound of a whip across another`s body also stimulated me and I had two more shows to go.

My last show in my satin nighty ended up with it being cut from the hemline to collar in thin strips, so gaps all over. Sir left the stage and returned with a chair, sat down and over I went. My bottom was bared by the way he had cut my nighty.

"Be brave or I will cane you as well."

Slappp, Slappp, Slappp, Slappp, I got the spanking I owed him and my tears and screams were matched by the groans, what was happening.

He finished and the crowd cheered, the show was over and they and left the balcony.

"Are you ready for home or would you like me to bring in a big cock to fuck you?"

I had to think about that, my fetish was being controlled and I loved it, all of it.

"Yes please Sir."

"Bend over the chair Hope. Billy, one here needs a big cock to fuck her."

And he was big, could this be the start of a new fetish, BBC?