Author's note:
Dreamers Come Play is an alternate universe. Stories set in it may incorporate touches of magical realism, blurred dreams, and other unexplained phenomenon.
All events depicted are by characters at least 18 years of age. The prep school is a one year program run by the college for students between high school and university. All students in it are at least 18 years old.
These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe.
Please consider that fair warning.
The Dreamers Come Play Chronology so far:
Amber Turns Crimson
Althea Befriends a Monster (Amber's alter ego, Althea, is a tangential series that is very optional to the main story line)
Amber at the Party
***
Amber spent Saturday afternoon in the barn messing around with some stuff in the workshop before stripping naked and playing with herself on the table in the attic. She had opened the doors again, but it all seemed rather tame given her plans for penance on Sunday. She did find a chest full of old books that had another false bottom with more negatives.
Sunday morning, eating a typical weekend breakfast of coffee and a bagel with sliced salmon and cream cheese, Amber felt like she was moving in a dream. Not one of
those
dreams.
Although she had, just that morning, woken up from one of
those
dreams. She had woken up nude, hot, and completely sweaty. The air was permeated with the smell of her sex, she could see that her fingers were still slimy from own lubrication, and her bed sheets were on the floor. There was a giant wet spot that her pussy had left on the mattress cover.
What would that have been like if I had a boyfriend I was sleeping with?
Amber had read about people that, even though they were still asleep, would try and have sex with whoever was next to them. She got red and embarrassed just thinking about it.
Maybe I shouldn't watch so much tentacle porn after vaping...
But no, that was not why she felt like she was moving in a dream.
She had the butterflies and jitters of a nervous energy dream before something big. Before she knew it, she was standing in the opening of the attic, naked except for a rain hat. Her hands were attached to the hoist, and her hat was pulled down low on her head. It gave her a good view of her feet but not much more than that.
Amber hesitated as she tried to bring herself to commit. She had brought her vape pen along. She thought of it as helping to build up her courage, but she knew it was actually to lower her inhibitions. Although it no doubt had helped, she was still feeling plenty inhibited.
I should have also added whiskey to my coffee
. She reflected.
But then she felt a surge of irritation bordering on anger.
I'm not going to wimp out on this dare that I'm only doing because I wimped out on a previous dare!
Lifting a leg, Amber swung her foot and stepped on the switch that would turn on the extension cord. The extension cord that the hoist was plugged into. With a sudden jolt, her arms were pulled forward as the hoist sprang to life and started to travel out to the end of the arm.
***
She spent all of Monday lunch making large prints. It took longer than she expected. By the time she turned on the real lights, it was almost time for class to start. But glancing through the prints, her suspicions were confirmed. Amber's mom was tied, naked, to the table (yes that table), in the attic (yes that attic), while a bunch of guys, including her granddad played, poker. It was clear from the sequence that the winner, who turned out not to be her granddad, would have first dibs on fucking her.
Amber felt dizzy as thoughts whirled through her head.
I can't believe what my mom did.
I can't believe that I'm voyeuristically spying on what my mom and granddad did.
I can't believe how wet my pussy is.
I can't believe that I'm displaying my wet, spread pussy to my science teacher
.
And Amber still couldn't believe what she had done on Sunday. But she had the sore and bruised wrists to prove it.
Cindy looked closely at Amber. She wasn't sure what was up with her friend, but it looked like it was going to be another fun day in science class.
When Amber had kicked on the switch, the hoist started its inevitable journey to the end of the arm. Conceptually, Amber knew it was going to force her to come along. But somehow she had just imagined she would be magically teleported from the attic to hanging below the barn. When the cable attached to her wrists had come tight, she could have just walked forward. Instead, she instinctively pulled against it. But there was no way she was going to slow the hoist down and the steel cable didn't have any flex. Before she could process what had happened, she had been pulled forward off balance, with a cry, and was being dragged out of the barn. A moment later, she was swinging violently back and forth outside the barn as her feet furiously pedaled in the air trying to find a purchase where there was none.
Oh my god, oh shit, oh my god!
Amber was cursing to herself - or was she cursing outloud? In her imagination, she had pictured the whole process as much more dignified. As her swinging slowed down, her stark, naked reality settled down on her.
What have I done?
Amber couldn't believe she had actually done it. But looking down, she could see her naked body. Beyond her erect nipples, and beyond her obviously wet pussy, and beyond her feet - she didn't yet feel the scratches on her ankles from being dragged out of the attic - she could see the ground below her. She wasn't scared of heights - rock climbing had cured her of that - but the ground looked a long ways down, and she didn't feel like she was lowering very much, if at all.
She desperately wanted to look out at the clearing to watch for anyone coming by. But her rain hat was pulled too low. It fit snugly on her head and was held securely in place by the chin strap, so a gust of strong wind wouldn't dislodge it. Hanging from her arms, she thought about trying to knock the hat off by rubbing her head against her upper arms. But that would be against the dare.
And what difference would it make?
Amber tried to reason with herself. If she saw someone before they saw her, what could she do? It's not like she was going to be able to jump out of sight. She wouldn't even be able to cover herself with her arms and hands in a desperate attempt to protect her modesty. But it was really frustrating to only be able to see a small circle of ground. She wondered if it would be better or worse to be completely blindfolded.
On the other hand, the dare didn't really have that much to do with the hat. She was now committed to dangling in the air naked, outside the barn in broad daylight, whether she wanted to wimp out or not. She didn't have a sundress in her bike bag that she could put on when she got too scared to continue.
If she looked closely, she could tell she was ever so slowly lowering down, but she couldn't feel any motion. Had she set the speed too slow?
Not surprisingly, her thoughts were constantly on being discovered. She imagined someone looking over from the path and wondering what the hell is a naked girl doing dangling from a hay bale hoist.
Would they come and confront me?
Stay in the shadows and watch?
Take pictures and send them to their friends?
If they came confront me, would they believe me I had done it on a dare?
Even though there was no around watching?
***
Amber had spent the rest of Sunday in and out of a daze. After looking at the nasty marks on her wrists, she did some online browsing and ordered some additional adult toys. Her original motivation was just to get some padded wrist cuffs. However once she got on the site, she couldn't resist checking everything else out. In addition to the padded wrist cuffs, she bought some dildos and vibrators, a magic wand/ball type vibrator, a rabbit style vibrator that both went inside and also had an outside vibrator arm for stimulating her clit, a tiny butterfly vibrator that could be worn on just her clit, and a small, discreet vibrator. Finally, she also picked up a light weight, extendable, spreader bar.
Amber got a bit carried away with her ordering. One of the models on the web site was wearing a X-rated rave outfit. Amber searched for it and ended up ordering a different rave outfit, but one that was just as X-rated.
She felt really dirty about everything she had ordered. Dirtier than she even felt when she was watching porn.
For delivery options, there was a delivery locker at the liberal arts college that was only a short bike ride from her house.