BDSM is Love

The following story was a dream I had last night that has carried throughout the day to be several very nice conversations and fantasy reliving with Master. It wouldn’t actually ever happen, as Master and I are devotedly monogamous but it was a hot dream nonetheless.

I enter a rather smallish room and am greeted by Master and another gentleman. I can not ever see this man’s face, for the retelling let’s pretend that he’s masked. I am told in no uncertain terms that I am to be Master’s fucktoy tonight and that I will please him by being open to allowing another man fuck me.

This has always been a huge fantasy for me; a threesome with another Man and Master. It has been several different visions and I demurely agree to this arrangement. He has me strip and stand naked in front of them both while they examine me. (It’s amazing that in dreams I’m not nearly as large as I am in real life, however I never imagine myself skinny; could this be how my mind wants to see me?) They both poke and prod, have me bend over and feel every part of me, ever hole is examined and I feel utterly humiliated with the experience.

Master has me kneel on the palette in the middle of the room and this is where I get a good look of what’s around as well as the men who have me for the night. The room is sparely furnished, and appears to only have a chair and a bed in it. There are saints’ candles burning in the corners and a few toys along the one wall, with some bottles of water and a few towels.

Master begins to disrobe, caressing my hair intermittently as he does so. The other man steps back and slowly takes his clothes off. I watch them both, nibbling on my lower lip in anticipation. I’m admittedly very excited about the possibility of what Master is proposing happening. When Master stands up after removing his pants I am thrilled to see that he is excited and reach out to him.

He stops me and directs me to put my hands behind my back. I look to the other man as he finishes getting undressed and my heart almost stops. He has the largest, thickest dick I have ever seen. I can’t imagine that ever fitting inside me; and it’s not even all the way hard yet! It’s also very, very hot. I love the idea of being filled and nothing can replace the feeling of a real cock. My eyes shoot over to Master and he has this quirky smile on his face.

His plan is to have me filled with this man’s cock while I worship Master’s own dick. I am to take it all and to like it. I could have dripped all down my legs at that thought. Yes Master I say, oh yes Master whatever you say.

It’s never as simple as that, though is it. This man approached me and while I was ordered to not move, he caressed me, grabbed my nipples between his fingers and twisted them cruelly. He ran his hands down my body and over my mound. I quivered and watched Master for any sort of reaction. He remained cool and pulled up the chair that was close to the palette and sat down.

Was he going to watch? I longed to have him there participating, touching me, allowing me to please him. He told me that this first part was to ready myself for what was to come.

In my dream my focus was on Master while this other man did all sorts of devilish things to me. He teased my clit to hardness, he finger fucked me so fiercely that I almost came without asking permission (to which Master said no). He probes my asshole a bit more delicately and I begin to wonder quite panick-striken on whether or not his huge member is going to try to go there. Master has always said he loves to see me filled. Is that the challenge?

I’m so ready, and I whimper as he shoves his dick into my mouth, only to moisten it. I then realize just how big it is and again wonder how that’s going to fit in my pussy. Not long to wonder that, for Master has gotten up off the chair and joined us on the bed. His dick is so hard and I eagerly engulf it on my mouth. The other man has forced me on all fours and I’m concentrating on Master’s cock so much that I am shocked to feel the head of his dick at my entrance. I can feel a cool slick of lube tickle my pussy as he pushes slowly into me.

It really was huge and I knew then that I would have to take this slowly. I groan into Master’s dick as he wraps his hands in my hair and forces me down deep. He tells me that I’m going to take it all for him tonight, that it will please him to know that I am his good fucktoy. I don’t want to disappoint. The man works 2 then 3 inches into me, stretching me that I feel as if I’m being fisted it’s so tight. More and more is filling me with hot hard dick.

I’m really working Master’s dick, hoping that my worship is showing him how much I love him and want to please him and just how wonderful this man’s dick feels. I can feel him really filling me completely as he strokes back and forth, taking more and more each time, sinking into me. He’s fucking me slowly and I am feeling so full and wonderful.

Master is encouraging me and cooing about how wonderful it all looks. He takes his dick out of my mouth and looks into my pleasure-ridden face. I watch him as he gets up and picks one of the saints’ candles from the floor. Standing over us, he slowly pours the hot wax on my back.

I shiver and wiggle with shock and pleasure. The man is just pounding my pussy with that huge cock while I take the wax all over my back, Master ushering in the pleasure and service he knows he can get from me. He bends down and pinches my nipples harshly and then thrusts his dick back into my mouth. I’m taken from both sides and am taking all I can.

*gap in dream sequence*

Next thing I remember is the man’s fingers in my ass, stretching it wider and wider; admiring how easily it opens up for him (Master says that all the time). He has 4 fingers in my working them around in slow circles and I’m almost a puddle of sensations. He jokingly said he’s be able to put a bottle in there and fill me up. A bottle appears from bedside the bed and I notice it’s a water bottle. He lubes it up and begins the slow process of getting it in my ass.

Master again pats me in encouragement and I’ve focused on him so much that I can only vaguely  remember actually getting the bottle in my ass half way. More fucking and sucking ensues.
*end of dream*

Let’s just say I’m still aching with need tonight and I’m sure Master will be obliging all day tomorrow

–luna