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7/6/2009 9:07 pm

A dream from last night...

I woke up from this dream really hot, so I had to share it. It's fiction, but if it ever actually happened, I'd love it. Here it goes...

We talked online for quite a while. All i'd ever seen of him, though, was a neck down body shot. He was pretty well hung. Definitely the largest i'd ever played with. He had a good 20 years on me, but was in very good shape. We had a good time chatting and sharing our past experiences, and I always looked forward to his e-mails in my box.

It was late one night, dark outside, when I recieved an instant message from him.
"We've been beating around the bush for too long," he said, "I think it's time we got together to play."

I was feeling a little randy that night, and thought it sounded like a good idea. So we made plans to meet at a park within walking distance of my house. The plan was to meet there, and if we were both still willing, he'd drive me to his place up north for the evening. He told me to come to a certain bench at the park. One near a large maple tree. He said that i would find a brown paper bag on the ground under the bench. I was to open it, take out it's contents, and follow the directions written on the note in the bag. He wanted to make sure, also, that i dressed really sexy for our meeting. I promised I would, and told him that i would meet him there around midnight.

Midnight! Ouch. I only had 45 minutes to get ready. I jumped in the shower. Quickly shaved my legs (luckily I didn't cut anything) and other bits. Got out, dried off, and started getting dressed.

I recently picked up a hot little dress. It was short, and satiny. Strapless and red. I had the perfect pair of silver sandalls to wear with it. They had a 5" stilletto heel. "This should be sexy enough," I thought.

I put on a red and black push up strapless bra, and some black lace panties, wriggled my way into the dress, fixed my hair and makeup, grabbed a red clutch, and was out the door.

It was a little chilly that night. It seemed like it might rain, but it hadn't yet. I hoped we would move on from the park fairly quickly, as I wasn't wearing very much, and could easily get cold.

On the way to the park, I passed a couple of guys accross the street. They smiled and gave me a whistle. "Guess it was sexy enough," I thought.

As I arrived at the park, I located the bench at which we had planned to meet. Found the bag. Sat down on the bench, and nervously opened it.

Inside, I found 3 items, and a note: a pair of silver handcuffs, a red satin scarf, and a box containing a red corsage, with baby's breath and a silver ribbon. "Wow," I thought, "It matches my outfit perfectly."

I opened the note. The handwriting was neat, and businesslike.

Dearest Jessica,
Please follow these directions to the letter. The experience will be better for both of us if you do...

First of all, I was to put on the corsage. Then I was to tie the scarf over my eyes as a blindfold. He made certain that I understood that I was not to be able to see anything through the scarf. I was then to use the handcuffs to bind my wrists behind my back. He told me to make sure to put the blindfold on first, as it would be impossible once I had the handcuffs on. He told me to wait, and that he would be there soon.

I found it difficult to get the handcuffs on right, without being able to see, but eventually I got it done. Once the cuffs were on, all I could do was wait.

It seemed like a long time I waited. I felt the wind pick up, and was starting to shiver. The cold wasn't unpleasant, though... it added to the erotic feelings I was having.

I heard a few people pass by, some making comments, but I didnt' respond. I just wondered if they were him.

After quite a long time, i started to notice every little sound. I guess when you can't see, your other senses tend to take over. The wind picked up again, but at the end of it, I noticed that it seemed warm on my neck. Then I heard my name whispered in my ear.

"Jessica, this is Jim. Stand up for me, but don't say anything."

I did as he said. I heard some movement near me, but nothing to alarm me. Then from in front of me I heard, "Good girl, Jessica. You really got that blindfold on tight. I just faked hitting you all around your face, and you didn't even notice."

He put his hands on the back of my neck, drew me close to him, and gave me the deepest, most forceful, passionate kiss i've ever had. He then put his hands up the back of my dress, and squeezed my ass. "Nice," he said, "you won't be needing these though," and pulled my panties down around my ankles. "Step out."

I did as he said. He then led me over toward him, away from the bench a few steps. "Turn around." I did. "Kneel." I did.

The spot where I was kneeling was gravel, and it hurt my knees a bit. "Are you comfortable, Jessica."

"It hurts a little," I said.

"Good," he replied, "it's supposed to."

I heard him move over toward the bench, and sit down. He was silent for a few minutes, and I shivered when the wind picked up. "Chilly?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good." This seemed to be a pattern. "You certainly are sexy," he said. "Do you still want to come home with me for the night?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Good, but before we go, you're going to have to learn the rules. First of all, you should reply 'Yes, Sir' when I ask you to do something."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Secondly, if you want to stop what's happening to you, please use the codeword 'Red' to signal your intentions. If you can't speak, stamp your foot or snap your fingers 3 times, OK?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now I'm going to lead you back to my car. You will ride in the trunk. I will take you back to my place, and you will stay the night."

"Yes, Sir."

"You know that at my house, you will be tied up, hit, fucked, forced to suck cock, pinched, poked, and prodded. It will hurt, but it will be sexy. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, sir."

"Good," he giggled.

I heard him get up, and walk around behind me. I felt him place something around my neck. It closed with a snap. "This is a collar and lead, it is how I will lead you to the car. You must follow it carefully, as I'm not going to remove your blindfold, and I would want you to fall off those sexy heels you're wearing."

I felt a tug on my neck, and began, cautiously, to walk that direction.

"Hurry up," he said, "we don't want this to take all night."

After a few steps, I felt a bit more comfortable, and began to walk at a normal pace.

We must have been about half way to the car, when we crossed over a path. We had been walking on grass, but the path was harder, probably concrete. It was a little uneven, and my leg buckled underneath me. I ended up on the ground.

"Get up, quit playing."

I tried to stand up, but found it difficult without the use of my hands. I heard him walk over and felt him pull me up by my hair. "No more of that, he said, we're almost there."

A little bit further, we must have been entering the parking lot, as there was a curb that he led me over. I stumbled a little bit, but was able to stay on my feet; although I did twist my ankle a little bit.

After a few more steps, he told me to stop. I heard him jingling his keys as he opened the trunk. I could hear roughly the direction of the car, but had no idea what sort of car it was, or what the trunk looked like.

"Get in," he said, "come on, hurry up."

I walked forward slowly, He had let my leash go, so I had no guidance other than feel. eventually I felt his bumper witih my knees. I lifted one knee up, and was barely able to get it over the edge of the trunk. I slid my shin down the rubber gasket around the trunk opening until my knee touched the floor of the trunk. I then tried to get the other leg in, but slipped, and landed mostly inside the trunk, with my neck against the side of the trunk opening.

He grabbed me by my hair and an ankle. "Oh, come on." and wiggled me inside the trunk face down. The trunk was not large enough for me to fully lay down, so my lower legs were sticking up. He grabbed some rope and tied my ankles to my wrists tightly. "Now I can close the trunk," he said.

The ride was quite long, and at times bumpy. I think he took a longer route on purpose. There were a few tight corners that caused me to bounce and roll around in the trunk. I started to think we would never get there. Eventually, the car turned sharply to the right, and stopped abruptly. The engine stopped. We must be there.

I heard him get out of his car, heard the trunk unlock and open, and felt a cool breeze, and a few sprinkles of rain. At this point, I was laying on my side, with my back to the rear of the car. He rolled me over onto my stomach again, undid the rope around my ankles, and asked me to get out.

He didn't bother to help me as I stood up. I was a little shaky on my feet after having them tied like that for as long as it was (I reckon it must have been about 1/2 hour). I put one leg outside the trunk and tried to sit down on the edge of the trunk opening, so I could steady myself with my cuffed hands as I stood up. It worked pretty well, and I was able to get out on my own. "Good, sexy. Kneel for me."

"Yes, sir." I kneeled down again, this time on rough concrete. I heard his zipper come down, and felt something touch my lips.

"Get this hard," he said.

I stuck my tongue out to feel for it, licked the head a little bit, then took it into my mouth. As it got hard, I could tell, it really was as big as it seemed in the picture. I worked it in and out a few times, then took it as deep as I could. I gagged a little, then pulled back to suck on the head a bit.

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The story continues, but it got to be longer than I thought it would be, so I'll finish it in another post. Gotta run for now. Ciao.


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