1. Dream #4


    Date: 10/25/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: MisterReese, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    I stand outside her door, enjoying the cold night air on my neck and hands. She is on the other side of the door, expecting my arrival, and I can feel my heart beating faster. I raise my hand to knock, but stop. I’ve always knocked, but tonight I don’t feel like asking for permission. I grip the knob and turn it slowly. Unlocked. She knows me so well. With a smile I push the door inward and step inside the warm hallway. My girl loves to serve, and the thought that she is here somewhere waiting for me fills me with the urge to run through the house until I find her, and take her wherever she might be. I force myself to move slowly, allowing the heels of my shoes to click against the hard floor, hoping she’ll hear and know that I’m coming for her. The flickering light of candles draws me to her bedroom, where I see her naked and on her knees, facing the side of her bed. Her back is to me, and her wrists are crossed softly at the base of her back, resting on her heels. Her head is lowered, and I see under her blonde hair that she is wearing her leather collar. On the bed in front of her I see her leash coiled in a small pile, the candlelight shining on its chain. “Such a good girl to ready yourself for me,” I say as I loosen my tie and toss it onto a chair. I unbutton the top buttons on my shirt and walk to the bed. I put my hand through the leather loop of the leash and raise it slowly, enjoying the soft clatter of the chain as it uncoils. I sit on the bed in front of her, my ...
    feet outside her knees. I use the knuckle of my index finger to raise her chin, exposing her soft skin and bringing her face into the light. Her beauty befuddles me, and for a moment I am lost. I take a long breath to regain my senses, and lower my hand to her throat, keeping her chin raised with my thumb. Holding her there I clip the leash to the loop at the front of her collar. I know she feels vulnerable. I know she wants to feel it, offering herself to me to use as I please, and trusting that I will. I hold the underside of her chin and turn her head to one side and then the other. I see the bare, pale flesh of her neck, and I fight the urge to bite her and leave a mark to remind her of my presence, to remind her that she is mine. Instead, I lower her chin and reach into my pocket to retrieve a small bell. I jingle it softly above her, tempting her to look, but my good girl keeps her eyes down. I attach the bell to the ring on her collar and stand. I cross to the other side of her bed and pull the leash gently. The bell jingles when I pull, and again with each of her swaying movements as she crawls onto the bed. I tug again, guiding her to crawl down from the bed. I lead her into the hall, up and down the stairs, through the entire house, and back again to her room. My pet is so cute as she crawls, the little bell a constant reminder of what she is. Back in her room I sit where I started and bring her again to her knees in front of me. I say, “Take my shoes and socks off.” ...
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