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These Dreams....

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Discovering my inner Domme.

These dreams, says the title. Day-dreams, fantasies, call them what you will; they are mine, they are delicious and they keep me going when even the strongest caffeine hit has failed. I have a switchy nature; by this I mean that I can be submissive or dominant and sometimes (just to confuse the Husband) BOTH AT THE SAME TIME!! Usually I swing towards the submissive, it comes more naturally to me and I couldn't imagine trying to seriously dominate the Husband, who is himself a practiced Dom of some standing. However, just recently, I have found a like-minded potential playmate that I should so love to please by bending him to my will. Ah yes, I see it now. The empty room, save for a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling and a table containing certain items for my use. My playmate standing calmly, waiting to hear what I have in store for him. He is willing to allow me some liberties with his person, a safe word has been agreed upon and now I just need to attach him to the shackles...minus his t-shirt...oh yes, there we go. At the table, I stand regarding the items laid out before me. A riding crop catches my eye but is discarded- no need for such brutality, yet. A feather duster? Pah! Ah, my trusty Wartenberg wheel; yes, that'll do nicely. I walk around my playmate, taking in the contours of muscle and bone. He's looking a little tense until I touch him, lightly but firmly on his back, running my fingers over him as if to find a way for the wheel to follow. He's relaxing nicely when I first draw the spikes across his skin, and I'm not gentle. Row upon row of dimples form over his back and sometimes I dig it in a little harder whilst commanding him not to make so much as a squeak of protest. He's good. He's VERY good- if it wasn't for the occasional clenching of his jaw I'd think he was immune to the sensation. I replace the wheel upon the table and use my nails instead. He arches his back, whether from pleasure or pain I know not, nor do I spend any time wondering. My fingers have found his nipples and are tweaking and pinching at them as I run my teeth up and down the back of his neck. Oh this man is a delight! And he appears to have sprouted a trouser bulge that I simply have to explore before too long. I fumble with his belt and expose him to the still air of my playroom. Mmmm, he is beautifully aroused but I have no intention of touching his cock, not yet. Firstly I need to check out his thighs- gently or not? Oh this is me, I can do both. Kisses followed by scratching, tongue swirling over skin made red by my nails, my mouth whispering over his cock because after all, he is mine to play with and I shall deal with him as I see fit. Ye Gods, but he is magnificent. He seems to be swelling with every touch. And keeping quiet is becoming a problem, for both of us. I want his cum, I need it, and by Gods I'm going to have it out of him because he is whimpering ever so slightly now, needing release. What can I do? I'm not heartless so I take the best possible option, drop to my knees, take his engorged cock n my mouth and suck him until he lets go in a glorious salty spurting... Oh yes, these dreams. How I love them...

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