Yes Mistress

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

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It seems that we lived in one room. A perfect bed, with perfect sheets, with perfect pillows, warm blankets and a big window. People were walking by, sometimes stopping to look at us..talking, sleeping.

We lie next to each other, on our backs, side by side and talk about how it feels to be part of one another. How you are an asshole and I am a bitch. I roll to my side to look at you and take your hands and slide your wrists into cold steel cuffs. I raise your hands over your head, secure them to the headboard with rope and sit on top of you. You tell me that it is torture to not touch me when I am that close to you and I smile. I move off of you and walk to the window to watch the people walking by and occasionally look back at you on the bed waiting patiently for me like a good slave.

I know, you say, ‘Wow, that is rather bland’. No, it isn’t bland, because every time I look at you, your eyes are closed and you are completely content and I feel so accomplished. When I thought about the dream later, I realized that there was no crazy drawn out sexual episode, which is how most of my dreams are. This dream was centered around your being happily restrained and my satisfaction.

After standing by the window, I come back to you and stretch out next to you, with my back against you, just barely touching. You lie there, with your hands still tied above your head, restrained and happy. You inch your body towards mine and move your head so that it is touching mine. You hold your breath a moment because you know you did something without getting permission. I allow you this though because it feels so good for me. And then? And then…

And then we go to sleep. You may think that dream is nothing much and wonder why it affected me so. The important thing is, I know why it did.