Nocturnal Submission
As I lay there, I found I was not without Miss Vera's continued influence. In fact, I was surrounded by it, and in more ways than one.
Perhaps it had something to do with the continuous sensation and scent of her leather all around my naked, shackled body. Rubbing every inch of me, including my still somewhat tender backside as well as my still erect cock, which I don't believe had changed its state since I'd first arrived. Or perhaps it was the idea of seemingly being held in Miss Vera's gloved hand which had wormed its way into my mind as sleep slowly came over me and outright refused to budge, but, unsurprisingly, my dreams that night were filled to the brim with a great many erotic scenarios concerning my beloved leather Goddess.
Some were minimal as best- simply my mind replaying the events of the previous day, from the teasing and the punishment to my complete and utter submission in Miss Vera's closet and my rebirth outside of it, while others were far more surreal and clearly the creation of my poor, leather-addled subconscious.
The most vivid of them all was certainly of the latter, and it was also the one to which I seemed to return to over and over throughout the night. If nothing else, it was certainly the best example of just how strong a hold Miss Vera already had on me.
In the dream, I lay in the bed gazing upwards, my arms and legs free of their shackles but the leather sheet still holding me in its embrace. From there I could only watch as the ceiling vanished and the roof of Miss Vera's house was seemingly torn away, replaced by an enormous vision of her, one which quite literally towered over me.
Massive thigh-high leather boots stood like redwood trunks on either side of the house, covering skyscraper-esque legs which disappeared beneath a leather skirt large enough to be a circus tent, with a shiny black leather corset wrapped around her magnificent body.
But it was her gloves, as always, which truly captured my attention. Shoulder-length black leather, slipping along her arms like serpents, and shimmering in the early morning light,
She was a veritable giantess my dear Miss Vera, yet her beauty continued to radiate even at such an incredible size.
I, on the other hand, remained little more than a few inches in size- quite fitting given how small I felt beneath Miss Vera's power and could thus do little more than stare upwards at her from the confines of the bed at the stunning black leather-clad Goddess standing above me.
With a smile on her perfect red lips, Miss Vera reached down and pulled away the covers of the guest bed as if she were unwrapping a treat, revealing me in all my tiny, naked glory. The tip of one of her fingers poked at my erection- still hard and aching for her touch even in my dreams, and she giggled as it vanished beneath her fingertip.
Then, with little effort at all, Miss Vera picked me up between her leather-clad thumb and index finger and carried me out of the bed, the house, and all the way up to her gorgeous visage.
As she held me there, I looked at her massive eyes, and though it was already difficult not to get lost in them in the waking world, it was even harder now. They were like two deep oceans, and the more I looked into them the more I wanted nothing more than to remain there forever, staring into Miss Vera's beautiful eyes.
Though I should have been somewhat terrified, especially given the rather large size difference between the two of us, I found I was not the slightest bit afraid. Perhaps I knew it was a dream, and that even in my dreams, I was well aware that Miss Vera would take good care of me. Or perhaps no longer cared either way.
Letting go of me, Miss Vera gently dropped me into the palm of her massive gloved hand and cradled me there while she continued to stare at me with those lovely eyes of hers.
"Comfortable, Edward?" The giantess before me asked, and I could only nod in response, unsure if my voice could even b heard if I tried to speak, as well as unable to form any words at that moment. I was so taken aback by the sight of her as well as the sensation of the soft leather glove beneath my naked body, that although I knew this was a dream, I never wanted it to end.
Yet as I lay there, her other glove slowly approached the one I was currently laying in, and as its palm came down upon me like a tidal wave, I could do nothing but watch as it pressed down on me gently but firmly, holding me there in between her hands like I was the filling of a leather-gloved sandwich.
"This is where you belong, isn't it, Edward? Where you long to be...." Miss Vera whispered, pressing me between her gloves a little harder now. "Forever in the palm of Miss Vera's gloved hand..."
I groaned in both pleasure and pain as she pressed harder, the air in my lungs being pushed out and replaced with the strong scent of her perfumed leather. Again, I should have been afraid, yet somehow, this all seemed right. Her words- still the greatest truth I had ever heard, as well as her leather, now far more important than my own life.
Miss Vera closed her other hand around me completely, covering me in a veritable leather cocoon, removing anything and everything else from my view, my entire world replaced by her gloves, as I knew it should be. And even as I blacked out, I knew that my desire to please my Goddess was truly overtaking everything else.
That dream came to me countless times throughout the night, each time filling my heart and mind with further longing for Miss Vera, increasing my desire to submit and serve. I did not know what awaited me in the morning but knew that I would do whatever it was without question.
When the first few rays of the morning sun at long last pierced the blinds and filled the guest room, I awoke feeling better than I had in ages. Even with my continual dreams of submission, it was still the best sleep of my entire life. I felt so good in fact, that I questioned if, perhaps, all the events of the previous day had indeed been little more than a dream.
It was not much of a stretch, all things considered. The very idea that I had truly been invited to Miss Vera's estate to be teased, tormented, punished, broken down and rebuilt at her wicked whims seemed too good to be true, and I was almost certain that they too had been simply the creation of my sleeping mind.
However, the realization that I was clearly not in my own bedroom but instead the guest room in which Miss Vera had left me the night before- as well as the sensation of the leather sheet and shackles on my ankles and wrists, told me in no uncertain terms that it had all indeed been true.
And this brought with it a rather interesting bit of introspection on my part.
Here I was, chained to a leather-covered bed in a guest room in the home of a woman whom I'd stumbled upon both online and then in person. A woman who had proven time and time again that she could control me rather easily, and whom I enjoyed controlling me. A woman who had also done with me whatever she pleased, and whom I had allowed to do so.
