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I dreamed of you last night.
I don’t know if it was the nature of the dream, or the thought that you might actually want to collar me, but either way, I awoke from it in a state of arousal, sweat beads covering my body, and I was afraid ...
I remember once casually mentioning my interest in servitude and that I thought I was submissive in the bedroom, but I never thought the day would come when all my waking moments were consumed with the thought of having a Master, having you as my Master. big tits pictures The thought seemed foreign to me ... that is, until last night. The fear was perhaps from the knowledge that I, the independent, freethinking woman, wanted to be owned, to be enslaved.
I lay on my bed sleepless for some time after my awakening. The images of the dream were still fresh and vivid. If I tried to get some rest, if I closed my eyes to sleep, I was back in that place again.
We were in a dark place, damp and darkened room. Asian TGP Or perhaps it was a cave, a hollow of some sort. I am not sure, except that the walls were made of stone and the mustiness was heavy in my nostrils.
I was on my knees, the rough surface cutting into my flesh. You sat on a rock face. It looked like a crude throne of some sort. I was looking up into your face, tears blurring my vision, and yet, you looked so beautiful. Your eyes were not cast upon me, but were far away. You appeared to be in thought.
I watched your face for some time, trying to read it in the dim light. What emotions lay behind that stern expression? What thoughts danced behind your shadowy eyes? The flickering light from the solitary torch on the wall gave your features an eerie glow.
I suppose, if this had not been a dream, military fantasy I would have a greater understanding of the answers to those questions. I might even, perhaps, know the circumstances leading up to our being in such a gloomy place. But in dreams, as is sometimes true in the waking world, not all is evident at the time.
I moved my head slightly, as I lowered my gaze. A clinking sound came to my ears and resounded in the recesses of my mind. Ah, yes, there was a chain secured to my collar, the collar signifying that I was yours. I then became more aware of my situation, my surroundings. I wasn’t merely kneeling before you. I was chained before you. I tried to move my hands up to touch your face. I wanted to show you my love, but they had been securely bound behind my back. I could now feel the leather cuffs holding me. As I moved I could feel the tiny locks that had been placed there to prevent my freedom. I was kneeling back on my heels; my legs were, as is customary for a pleasure slave, spread wide. Open to your touch, if you so desired. My arms bound behind my back and a leash Asian TGP secured my collar to a ring at the base of your chair.
It took me by surprise when you said you are going to collar me... make me your slave. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t that I don’t want this that frightens or shocks me, it lesbian pictures is that I do want this. I had hoped for some time that you would take me as yours, but surely those were just fantasies... or were they? I had thought often of your hand striking my naked buttocks, meting out your punishment for some wrongdoing or another, but surely those were just random thoughts brought on by my readings. Maybe I shouldn’t read before bed... yes, that must be it, my readings. The dream couldn’t be a betrayal of some inner need to be punished... could it?
The look on your face was disconcerting. I wanted to speak to you, to tell you that everything would turn out all right. I wanted to ask you to seek my confidence; perhaps I could assist you in your decision. I want to say all of these things, and more, but I didn’t. I would have tried, risking your wrath for speaking out of turn, but I knew there was no sense in trying. I could taste the leather on my tongue. I could now feel the ball expanding my mouth, pressing against my cheeks, parting my lips. I looked up at you, the reality of my surroundings hitting home. This problem weighing heavy on your mind was not something I could help you with, was it? No, I was the problem. Something I had done, or perhaps something I had said, judging from the gag, had caused your displeasure... or even shame. You were contemplating my fate!
The thought of me lying across your lap is certainly an ASIAN TGP enticing one, but that could never happen, such things are unheard of in this day and age. I am a modern woman, real transsexual in all aspects of the phrase, but the concept of being your slave, your pleasure slave, existing merely for your sexual pleasures had its appeal to me. Why?
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