In My Dreams, I’m A Sub

Some say dreams aren’t really what they appear to be about.  I think they might be wrong…

Tears mark my face.  I feel so alone and unloved. I tremble and shiver, cold and lonely.

I can’t see his face or make out who he is, but I can hear his voice.  I can feel his presence.  He’s familiar to me.  Warmth envelops me.

“Don’t cry.”

My head turns towards the sound of his voice.  I know him.

“Yes, Sir.” I bow my head.

What am I doing? 

“You need to love yourself, tonight, Kayla.”

I nod meekly.

“Touch your body…now.”

“Yes, Sir.” My hands move over my breasts, down my stomach, stroking my soft skin. My head falls back.

Did I really just do this?

“Love yourself. Know you aren’t alone.  I’m here.”

My hands trail down further, moving towards my wet heat.  Moisture pools, hot and ready. I moan softly.

“Finger yourself with two fingers. Thumb on your clit. Tap your G-spot.”

For a heartbeat, I hesitate.  “Yes, Sir.”

Two fingers slip easily inside.  My thumb rests against my clit.  Soaking wet already, I tap my g-spot, my thumb rubbing against my clit.   I throw my head back, arch my back, and scream silently.  Moments later I come in my hand.

“Lick your fingers. Suck off all of your juices.”

I look at my hand.  I wonder if I can do this. I dare not hesitate too long. Slowly, I bring my wet, trembling hand to my mouth.

Holy hell, am I really doing this?

My tongue darts out, quickly tasting a digit, then retreating.  Something in me relents, and I put both fingers in my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring the taste of myself.  My tongue laps up every drop. When I pull my hand away from my hot mouth, my fingers are clean.

“Good girl.”  I stand a little taller, hearing the pride in his voice.

“You feel better, pet?” At the sound of that endearment, my back arches, and I purr.  If he had touched me, I would have leaned in to nuzzle against him.

“Yes, Sir.”

What the hell?  Who am I?

In my dreams, I’m a sub…