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A "Dream" of Passion
Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems adream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that hashappened in the past weeks, I am not surprised.
But, the dream beast's eyes glowed crimson.
And to call twenty years "past weeks" …hardly! From when Ifirst began to realize who and what I was, dreams of passion in the formsof black horses, trains going through tunnels, soaring through the air, pumpingpistons – whatever, engulfed my spirit and burned deep within my girly-girlsoul. Those dreams brought me to where I am today: Okay maybe a slut, buta beautiful slut nonetheless.
Men became fascinating creatures, but easy ones to use. In high schoolguys seemed to trip all over themselves as this Ugly Duckling fast becamea hottie with big tits, honey blonde hair, sky blue eyes, killer legs andwasp waist. They were like kids in a candy store, and the jocks did not hesitateto fall all over themselves and choose me as their homecoming queen. Makingthe cheerleading squad proved a cinch, too, once the male supervisor wasimpressed. Even teachers cast the occasional wink my way, and getting goodgrades was never much of a problem. Grown men eagerly gave me jobs. Olderones lavished expensive gifts, limo rides, fine dining, and so forth. I hardlyhad to do anything except let Nature takes it's course, and lucky me thatcourse all worked in my favor. None of them guessed, however, what I reallyfelt inside…
Baths were usually private times to be relished. Soaping my body,I felt every curve. When I had to, I used a razor in the bath to shave mylegs and pits. Water and suds dripped off of each lovely limb as I raisedit from the water and applied the blade. Vanilla scent from lit candles placedaround the tub wafted over. Closing my eyes my hand would cup a tit and gentlysqueeze. It's fullness excited. Fingers still fondling the warm and soapymass, my eyes opened. Dropping my chin toward the breast my full lips parted.I sucked on the nipple harder and harder and then bit. My hips shifted underthe bath water. One thigh crossed over the other. Breathing got faster asI sucked. Senses swirled and flooded my brain. The entire bathroom steamedwith differing hues. My eyes crunched shut again and I released the tit.Arching my back I cried out. And then shuddered as I slowly sunk back intothe soapy water. Fingers carefully sought my pussy. The nails clawed andpulled the hairs. One finger entered me. Another thumbed my clit. From somewhere – Icared not from where – my voice cried out again, and again I slumpedbeneath the water, chest heaving..
He was the first one to come close to what I really felt inside. Tallwith brown hair, a sweet smile and stunning hazel eyes, we both met on thejob. Soon it was clear to both of us that we were attracted. I took him backto my apartment on the third day. Like all of the rest, he marveled at myexposed tits. His tongue licked each nipple and that was fine, until I toldhim to bite. Hard! Harder!!!
That first time we fucked he was too afraid of hurting me. Graduallythough, he got into the biting part. The more my nipples hurt, the more Igot excited. I dug my nails into his back. Parallel lines made by my fingernailscross-hatched his back. We used oils, tore apart clothes. I stood still ashe shaved my pussy bald. He wanted me to spank his ass to urge him on aswe fucked sort of like spurring a horse and I, of course, thought of thatblack horse in my dreams.
I did as he wanted and later suggested we do it doggy style. To mebeing down on hands and knees while being fucked made it all the more humiliating,and all the more exciting. I snarled, but loved it as he pulled on my hair,just like any animal. I later found out that this somewhat reluctant manwith the nice eyes and sweet smile also had a much darker and delicious sideabout him that he was looking to share. Lucky me…
He became my Captain, just like the character out of the "Beauty" booksI read. I was bent over chairs and tables as we fucked. Once on a short tripI was positioned atop a round table, looking out through a bay window highabove pedestrians, nude and used. In greeting him I kneeled naked, kneespointing outward, hands behind my head, eyes closed and called him "Master".Though my Master was frequently cruel, he seemed to like this greeting. Heapproved of it and my habit of avoiding any V.P.L., or visible panty line,when in public. He said that I was to continue this habit of not wearingany panties under my clothes. In cars and under restaurant tables he frequentlygrabbed me between my legs.
This man made me wet as no other previously had.
At his place I gasped as he ripped off the white shirt I wore. Hethen tied a blindfold around my eyes. I felt a dog collar placed around myneck. A leash was then attached, and jerked downward. I followed the pulland ended up again on hands and knees. The carpet underneath was soft aswe covered some distance. The leash pulled me back to my feet. One arm waspulled out, and I felt cloth binding it to the lower portion of the loft.The other arm also was tied. I hung suspended, unable to see. Fire shot throughmy tit as the first clamp bit. Another pinched a nipple. Despite the pain,I was getting more and more hot. I wanted his caress, his cock, his kiss,anything! Instead, another fire erupted in my other tit. And another. Andmore. From my suspended, blindfolded position, my legs squirmed. My tonguerolled out and licked my lips. I panted. The feel of the braided leatheracross my chest almost made me pass out with desire. And then I heard itswish. Just before my torso shook. My gasp was a combination of shock, painand orgasm. The leather snake struck again, and again. What previously hadbeen a burning sensation now achingly throbbed with sweet pleasure. I criedout as the last cloth around my hips was ripped away and I felt his fingersplunge into me. The fingers twisted inside, and then swirled. A thumb rubbedmy clit. I felt all hot and wet. Then something really big entered. Strongerand more rigid than his cock, it almost hurt. Nearly as soon as it entered,whatever it was began to pump. My hips undulated in rhythm.
When I was released from hanging and the blindfold removed I saw him,and the clothespins and the marks. We made passionate love on his bed. Withexcruciating slowness, he pulled the clothespins from my flesh. Before hecompleted the task, I madly kissed him and wrapped my legs around his hipsdesperately wanting to suck in his cock. We rolled across the large bed,made love, and giddily drank chilled champagne. His kisses-rough or tender-werealways cherished. He whispered that his slave had done well. We fucked throughoutthe afternoon and into the early evening. We lay spent and wallowed in ourown passion. I locked my arms around my Captain and Master.
I became so used to the collar and rag that was my blindfold thatI savored the moments. One night I wore a simple lavender chemise as I brushedmy blond hair and prepared for another fuck session. I saw him in the mirroras he entered. Without turning around, I stood as he blinded my eyes withthe rag. My heart raced as he secured the collar. I then turned to be leashedand kneel when I felt him place something warm over my shoulders. I feltone of my coats being buttoned, and then feet put into heels.
We were going out! Cuffs held my wrists behind my back. We went tothe door and into the chill of the night The backseat upholstery's coolnessmade me shiver, along with my solitude and anticipation of our destination.The car started and we moved off.
Club noises assaulted. It sounded as though hordes of both sexes filledthe bass-pounding space. Being seen this way in public was shocking! I blindlyturned for protection into his shoulder, but then felt his strong arms holdme away. The blindfold was removed. Strobes crashed the senses. All aroundstood strange-looking people partying amongst themselves and laughing atme. I stumbled in my heels. I shivered in fright. I turned to him and sawthat he held the dog collar. I stood as it was wrapped around my neck. Tooquickly the leash was attached making any thought of escape now that muchharder.
Lights flashed on the metal of a low mesh cage. One of the othersopened a door at one end of the cage. He lead me by the leash toward it,then pulled me down to my knees. All around swarmed strange faces, laughingand pointing. My wrists were uncuffed as my head was pushed into the opening.The leash was attached to a bar running the top length of the rectangle.Someone pushed the rest of me inside the cage. I tried to run around in thesmall space just as the door was closed, locking me inside. I now was a cagedanimal!
Heart pounding, I scampered on hands and knees to the far end of thecage, but there was no opening there. I felt and tug near my hip and lookedback. A hand-I could not tell if it was male or female-reached in and waspulling at my chemise. There was just enough room to reverse my directioninside of the cage, but not before I felt the thin material tear. Anotherhand from another side of the cage reached in and grabbed part of my top.Reversing direction again, I sweated and cursed as more of the silky materialwas ripped. The cement floor scraped my knees, but I didn't care. I feltwarm club air over my legs and ass. A shoe slipped off. Another ripping soundtore at my top. I crawled away as I felt the air rush over one swinging breast.The sounds of the people above blended in with the loud music and poundingin my head. On hands and knees I scampered as fast as I could, but soon Iwore only the collar and the attached leash.
He pulled me out by tugging on the leash, but his hand pressed downon the middle of my naked back. I saw only boots, heels, legs and pants gatheredaround. I followed the tug of the leash, crawling on all fours until stoppingin front of a chair. Through tear-stained eyes I raised my head and saw thestocking legs of a woman seated in the chair. The legs parted. In front ofme sat a dark triangle lightened only by flashes of strobes and a pink slit.I recoiled at the sight. Someone swacked my bare ass. I winced from the pain.The leash tugged me closer to the back of the chair cushion. I soon was betweenthe two parted legs. I tried to turn my head and neck back to plead withhim, but could not and saw only flashes upon the opened thighs of anotherand the yawning female sex.
I did not want to, but felt compelled to crawl closer, and then theleash tugged me to heel. It pulled me back to my feet. I was turned around,looked straight into his eyes and then felt his hand press on my breastbone.Daily exercise helped me keep that high school flexibility and I bent backwarduntil my shoulders and the back of my head rested on the seat cushion. Ilooked straight into the other. My tongue ventured out. I felt hands touchingmy exposed tits. The pungent taste mixed with heat radiating from the velvetyfolds excited. I licked more. Hands smoothed over my taut tummy. Other handsfondled and pinched.
There was nothing to see, but my eyes widened nonetheless as a cockentered. It was not his-the one I was used to. I licked deeper and with moreurgency, drinking in the other woman's flowing juices. My hips thrust upwards;my pussy sucked the strange new cock in more. The inner thighs on eitherside of my head closed, squeezing me. My tongue furiously worked. I feltthe woman cum just as the stranger fucking me came. Glimpses of the club'sflashing lights sparkled. The music and bodies throbbed. I sweated and throbbedalong with them.
I am not sure when it was that night when my clit and nipples werepierced. All I do remember is that my Master was at my side when the goldenrings were fitted in place. My hand tightly gripped his, especially withthe pain of the piercings. I do remember his tender kiss and sweet whisperthat his slave had done well. That much I am sure of, and that is all thatI needed to know. My eyes were moist with pleasure.
Mornings from that night I awoke from my cushioned floor mat alongsidehis bed. The soreness from the piercings no longer bothered. I looked downat my body. The redness had diminished. Rustling the leash attaching me tothe bed, I arose to my knees. He looked asleep. The rings on me were real,and so was he. None of it was a dream. I looked at what had become my …"blackhorse".
Just then one of his eyes opened and looked at his awakened slave.It did glow crimson, but this was no dream beast. This was my Master. Andin a way that in itself was a dream.
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