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Duckie256 -> Fantasy 4 (8/8/2010 5:39:16 PM)
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You are asleep, the depth of your dreaming reflecting the intensity of your feelings - you distinctly remember being strapped down to the rack, the ropes at your ankles and wrists pulling ever tauter, your back bowing, yelling and screaming as the lash comes down over and over, across your breasts, nipples, and stomach, relentlessly.
You arch involuntarily in your sleep, and a secret smile touches your lips, at the memory. The dream flits to another recent memory: you are on the St. Andrew's Cross, upside down, the blood rushing to your head - you can always hear the crackle of electricity in the air, from the various implements I've been using on you; a tens unit dildo in your anus, constantly pulsing, while the alligator clips hang off your nipples, with their weights attached, just enough that they are pulling hard, but not falling off, no matter how much you wriggle; the long violet wand tracing over your ass cheeks, lower back, ribs, shoulder blades, stinging and tickling your feet.
Your mind moves to another memory, just as you cry out from the last. You are standing on a high-dive diving board, right at the edge, naked, having been forced to climb the stairs, while being almost zapped with my cattle prod at your ankles, forcing you to climb faster - you hate heights, I know this, and yet I am pushing you, as I always push you. *ZAP* "Aieeee!" Your mind wandered, and you got caught by it - your balance teeters, and you fall...fall...fall, and the memory shifts yet again, before you hit the water with a big splash.
You are drawn to a further memory, walking with me in public, my hand holding your wrist, sometimes letting go to dance up your arm, and slip behind your hair, to lightly play with the hair there, and alternately grip it tightly for a second, eliciting a light gasp, before trailing back down your arm, and holding your wrist again. "Such a good girl, my sweet. So good of you to maintain control, even here in public. You have not disappointed me today." The sound of that statement thrills you! You have pleased me, you have done everything asked of you, with no slip-ups for once. Your ass still smarts a little from the long, over-the-knee spanking you enjoyed before we left the house...but you're smiling from the memory now.
We have so many memories, and yet your dream chose to pull you through these. A sign perhaps? More public play, do you want to be pushed harder in these areas, trained more?
Only time will tell...as you slip into a deeper, restful sleep, the sooner to return to my embrace and approval.
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