Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued in the afternoon.
Sorry. I left you hanging again, didn’t I? I looked up at the clock and realized I was late for work! I really had to run for it. It’s just too easy to talk to you.
Anyway, this time there was no break when I came. This time the dream went on for the rest of the night, so you’ll just have to bear with me, and I can tell how disappointed you are by that.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, Phillip was strapped to the bench, Emil had just cum and Ana was still holding the whip. Now, here’s where I really start to break my dream-husband’s inhibitions down to the last large piece. Oh, there are smaller chunks that we will have to work on later, but this is the last great taboo. Can you guess? I’d bet you can. You’re so clever.
“Don’t worry, kids, the best is yet to come,” I told all three of my little puppets. “Emil, can you stand?”
“Oui. I think so.” He rose slowly and came over near the bed where I stood.
“I want to take this the rest of the way,” I whispered.
“With your husband?”
“Mmm hmm. Can you do it?” I was talking about his recuperative powers. I knew that he had no trouble with men, or performance.
He laughed, and gestured down. I looked, and he was wicked hard again. Dreams. “I think I can handle it. The question is: can he?”
“I think he can if…” I whispered my plan to him, and he chuckled as I finished.
“Did I say you’d make a terrible dom? You would, but you do have a devious mind, chere. Let’s do it.”
We walked back to find Ana rubbing lotion into the wheals in his buttocks.
“Poor baby,” I crooned, squatting down near his head and taking his face in my hands. “Are you okay?”
He panted, and looked at me, a strange look in his eyes.
“Do you want to stop?”
At first, I knew he wanted to say yes, longed to say yes, but then he snorted out a slightly bitter laugh. “Look at me,” he said finally. “Do I really look like I want to stop?” His enormous cock stabbed down through the hole in the bench. It was harder than I’d ever seen it before, red and aching, with the veins throbbing along the surface.
The brief stab of guilt I’d felt at the end of his innocence disappeared in a wave of lust at the sight and at the thought of what was going to happen next. I was going to open my husband up, completely, until he had few inhibitions left.
Still, there was such a thing as fair play. “You’re hard, but I want to know if you want to continue with the game. I can bring you off, if you want to stop.”
He cocked his head to the side and regarded me. “What do you have planned?”
“I’m not going to tell you. Yes or no, Phillip, this is your last chance to get out. From here on, there are no stops, and you can’t call a halt. If you are nervous and want out, tell me now.”
He thought for a long moment, then shook his head. “Do your worst.”
I grinned wickedly and saw him pale. “Lovely. Ana, you want to step back for a second? You can grab a vibrator. Emil has some really inventive toys.”
Ana walked to the cabinet and opened the door. “How about this?” she asked, and I turned to see her pull a gorgeous woman out of the wardrobe. I recognized her as the new hire in the mailroom. I’d seen many of the men in the executive offices eyeing her with lust. She was lush and built, really curvy. Now it was Ana’s eyes trained with panting craziness at her huge tits.
Dreams are funny things, as I’ve said before. I mean, I don’t remember Emil ever keeping real human beings in his closet, still, what is impossible in life is mundane in dreams, and I didn’t bat an eyelash at her appearance.
“Sure, she looks like a great toy.”
“And I know just what to dress her in,” Ana said with a wicked grin. Slowly, she removed all the girl’s clothes, then pulled a lone, double-headed dildo from the closet.
“Just that?” I asked, curious.
“Just this.”
We all paused a moment, and watched when Ana dipped her lips to the girl’s left breast. As she took the nipple in her mouth, the girl arched, and seemed to wake from her toy-like state.
“What’s your name?” Ana asked.
“Sarah,” the doll answered in a quite voice, then she belied her shy manner by a loud moan, when Ana sucked harder at her breast.
I saw the guys watch, riveted, as Ana’s hand slid down Sarah’s soft stomach to the top of her mound. While they were enraptured, I poured almond oil on a hand, and slid it over Phillip’s back, massaging. He didn’t even seem to notice. I really dug my fingers into his tight, tense muscles, rubbing deep and hard. I was rewarded when I felt him relax into the bench. I glanced over at the action across the room, and saw Sarah shaking her head, and moving away from Ana’s caress.
“Naughty girl,” Ana said, and I knew that tone meant trouble for the Sarah-doll. “You don’t want to make me chase you, do you Sarah? Because I know you want this, and it would displease me greatly if you were to force me to chase you.”
I thought about intervening with a word to Ana, when I caught just a hint of excitement in Sarah’s eye. It was gone in a flash, but I had seen it, and so had Ana. I knew the guys hadn’t, because Phillip jerked automatically to assist when Sarah began to struggle with Ana. All his muscles tensed again as his white-knight reflexes kicked in.
For a moment I considered explain to him that she wanted this, that her reaction if I interrupted would be the same as Emil’s when I stopped whipping him and released his handcuffs before. She would be empty, unsatisfied, bereft. As I opened my mouth to explain, however, I realized that this would be the perfect opportunity. Ana was having trouble with Sarah’s bonds on the bed, so I nudged Emil. “Go help,” I whispered so that Phillip couldn’t hear.
“Don’t you need me?” he nodded his head at the bench, where Phillip was struggling in earnest now, as on the bed Sarah fought and one arm was restrained cruelly, he thought.
“It’d be easier without you at first,” I whispered again. “Once I have him in a frenzy, I’ll need you. Go help Ana. She’s good with a whip, but she seems to be a neophyte with restraints.”
Emil moved to the bed, and Phillip struggled harder. I renewed my massage. “Relax,” I whispered in his ear.
“Relax?” he nearly shouted. “She doesn’t want this, she wants out, let her go.”
“Relax, Phillip. She isn’t real, just a doll, a toy from Emil’s cabinet.”
He stopped thrashing so hard, but he was still tense, even more so when he realized his cock hadn’t gone flat, as he felt it should. The idea that he was turned on by the forced restraining of the doll was too much for my sweet gentleman, but I didn’t want him broken, just distracted.
“She wants it, Phillip. Some people get off on being forced. I was almost ready to stop it myself, but I saw the flash in her eyes. Look at her, really look. See, her movements aren’t really struggles. See how she arches her back. She’s not really trying to get away, just trying to make it rough.”
Phillip opened his eyes and looked at the scene, and I began to move my massage lower and lower down his back. I wanted him panting with pleasure before this started, so that he could never lie to himself and say he didn’t want it.
Over on the bed, Emil had finally helped Ana restrain the girl. Her arms were spread, and tied to each post, but her feet were lifted up, and cuffed with soft leather cuffs to hooks in the ceiling of the canopied bed. She was open and accessible to anyone who wanted her, from any hole. Sarah struggled against the restraints that kept her bound on her back, with her legs up in the air, exposing her lovely, gleaming ass to the room at large.
“Now, you have been a very bad girl,” Ana said in a dark voice. “You struggled and kicked, and poor Emil here had to help restrain you.” She sat down by the doll’s head and gently smoothed the hair back from her sweating brow. “You know you’ve been bad, don’t you.” A nod was the only answer. “And you need to be punished, don’t you darling? You want it.” Another nod, then Ana’s fist tightened in the hair. “Say it. Say it out loud so the nice man on the bench can hear you and stop worrying.”
“I…I need it.”
“Louder!!!” A vicious tug on the hair.
