Dragging in from a long day...school shopping, student orientations, dog walking, and the list goes on and on. I forget to undress as I fall into bed. Exhaustion consumes me, and my body tingles as sleep overtakes me.
I moan as I realize I've been plunged into dreamland; although I really can't see anything – only feel. Hands, lots of hands seem to be touching and caressing me – and somehow I've been undressed, as these roving hands tickle my bare flesh. I try to move, but find I am bound – shackled to be specific and in an odd position. Up on my knees, with my arms spread out, back arched, and my face against a cool wooden floor of some sort. Yet even in this constriction, all parts of my body were being accessed.
My breasts were on fire. Two different individuals were kneading and twisting and pinching at them. The burning pain was more pleasurable than anything I had ever felt. My moans were unavoidable. I couldn't contain the soft noises escaping from my clasped mouth. Then the hot wetness of lips and tongue toyed with my nipples making me wiggle with pleasure.
All of this was interrupted with a sharp sting from behind as something hard and rigid made contact with my ass. It wasn't a hand, more like a plastic paddle. I screamed out and the paddle came down on me again, and again. I arched my back even more. My movements were making it difficult for the two on my breasts to do their work, so they improvised.
A sharp pinch clasped at my nipples and I realized that some device now bit at them terribly. It seemed as if whatever was attached to them was being tugged at. And then another resounding 'whack' came down from behind. Again I screamed out as my bottom was so hot from the smacks.
"Oh, how helpless I am," I thought. But what an amazing dream. I so didn't want it to end. I willed my mind to continue, and the blows proceeded. One after the other until I thought I could not take it any more – I shrieked.
All of a sudden, everything stopped. No more spankings, no more roving hands. The only thing that remained was the yanking of my nipples and the burning of my raw flesh. It seemed like forever that I remained bound and unable to move or attend to anything. Then gently, the blindfold was removed. All around me were strategically placed mirrors. I could see some of the room, but all of myself – at least on the platform. My backside was scarlet and I felt my sex begin to swell and moisten.
Standing behind me was my husband, tall and proud. I began to tingle all over again. Is this really a dream? It seems so real.
I noticed that there were shiny clamps on my nipples. The clamps were linked together with a chain and a weight was pulling the chain downward. This was causing the tugging and sensations on my breasts. I so wanted someone to touch me again. But nothing. It seemed the only person in the room was my husband, and he stood there – staring and me – devouring me with his eyes. My naked body strained for more. My ankles were spread apart and shackled to the feet of a platform. I was on my knees, yet spread eagle, arms out to the side and pulled away from my body. My hands were coupled to posts on either side of the platform – but the center of this flooring did not exist – cut out. That's when I realized, the others were beneath me. That's where the hands came from. I could not see them. My cheek was pressed to the cold wooden flooring of the platform and my position was so awkward that I couldn't lift my head up from the floor.
The chain was being pulled and my nipples stretched. The tension was so pleasurable. Then again, my husband cracked the paddle across my ass. I was throbbing with each smack. Oh, how I wanted his shaft to fill me to the rim. I was sweltering and drippy; with each tug of the chain and smack of the paddle, the wetter I got.
