"Doc, I'm just not sure how to describe these dreams. They're so... weird." Tony Francola sat in his chair, staring at his hands. In his mind's eye, the "dreams" were extremely vivid, and a product, he was sure, of an overactive imagination. But they were inundating his sleep, keeping him from rest, and Tony decided he had better talk about it before it sent him over the edge.
"Tony, I'm assuming that these weren't garden-variety weird dreams, or you wouldn't be here. We've already talked about how stresses in our daily lives can affect our subconscious." The doctor made several notes on his clipboard. "But you seem to think that's not the case. In order to understand that, I have to know about your dreams, in all the detail you can give me."
"Okay, Doc. Let me see..." Tony closed his eyes and tried to relax. After a few minutes, the most recent dream started to return to him. "I'm in a totally white room, almost antiseptic. There's a large sleeping mat in the center of the floor. I'm just standing there, wearing a white jump suit of some sort. On the other side of the room, a door opens, and a woman walks in, she's wearing the same kind of jump suit."
"This woman, Tony, did you recognize her? Do you know her from somewhere?"
"No, doc, I've never seen her before I had this dream. And even if I saw her on the street, I'm not sure I'd recognize her, or if it would even be the same person."
"Okay, so she's not a friend or acquaintance of some sort. Can you describe this woman, Tony?"
"She's white, I'd say mid-twenties, shoulder-length brunette hair, moderate build, large breasts... nicely large breasts." A smile came to Tony's face as he recalled how the smallish-size jumpsuit had struggled to contain her breasts. "Then for some reason I had this... urge.... to ask why she was there?"
"Did you ask her?"
"Yes, and she said, 'I am here to serve and please you.' It struck me as odd for a second. But before I could think about it, I was telling her to strip. And she complied without any hesitation."
"How did that make you feel, Tony? In this dream, how did it feel to have a woman take off her clothes simply because you told her to?"
"It was quite a rush, Doc. Here was this moderately attractive lady, saying she would serve me, and taking off her clothes simply because I told her to."
"Tony, are you into S&M or other forms of kink, like Domination and submission?"
"Not that I knew of before, doc. But that may be changing." A lewd smile came to Tony's face. "Anyway, she starts taking off this jump suit, and I'm having a nice ol' woody on the spot. But when she reaches to remove her bra, I tell her to stop."
"Why?"
"I don't know, Doc. I just had this... urge... that made me do that."
"Okay, so you have this woman standing there in her bra. Was she wearing anything else?"
"Just some skimpy bikini panties, doc. And for some reason, I just had to rub her mound. So I walked over to her and put my hand on her crotch. She jolted for a second, like she had been knocked out of a trance. Then she says again, 'I am here to serve and please you.' So I walk around her, looking her over. Then I reach around and take those nice large breasts into my hands and squeeze them. She sighs and says, 'Do with me as you will, Sir. I am yours'."
