Two girls – naked, tear-stained, dishevelled – each brought into the room by a different gentleman. Their eyes meet fleetingly, knowing what the other must have been through: that she too would have been stripped roughly; made to touch herself as he watched; forced to kneel and pleasure him; would have been raped, then fucked up the arse.
They’re made to bend over opposite sides of the bed; to hold one another; to keep holding one another whilst they’re both caned – hard, without a shred of compassion or mercy, until their whimpers gave way to broken sobs.
And then their tormentors would swap sides of the bed. Hands would roam over weals: pressing, tracing tramlines, probing… before the canes were taken up once more and each gentlemen proceeded to beat his new girl just as hard as he had his own – and then to lead her away, without a word, to his bedroom…
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Sometimes my dreams are just plain rude… Yet I have no idea who the gentlemen were, or why the girls were being tormented – other than, as I dreamed, having had a vague sense of this being some carefully-planned scene rather than (as sometimes is the case) the events involving ‘real’ people in a ‘real’ situation. But I rather liked it…!
I rather liked this one too.
You dream divinely…
I’ve had strange dreams recently. they involve people demanding money, but they cannot hurt me, because even in my dreams they know I’m a top. It gets them nowhere, then i wake up at 1:00am and crawl to my laptop – i’m not joking – and check my bank balance went into credit overnight.
Then I go back to bed and wank on thoughts of spanking teenage girls.
That’s honest.
Do you have nights tike that, Haron?Abel?
Rude, yes. But mainly hot.