Bed Rest

By the time you returned home, you were utterly exhausted. The events of the last few days hadn’t just caught up with you, they had grabbed you by the collar and race along with you dragging behind them. You collapsed into your bed, and the second your head touched that pillow you found it enormously difficult to keep your eyes open. Sleep came quickly and with it, bliss.

Your dreams were indistinct and shapeless, but as you slept something stirred within the deepest part of your mind. Energy began to refill your being, the weariness beginning to fade and in its place came a kind of furious energy, a powerful yearning for…something. Caught in that place between dreaming and oblivion, you weren’t anywhere near conscious-sub or otherwise, but there was some kind of awareness. The ring on your finger pulsed with life, dripping into your sleeping mind like a faulty tap. Eventually it was too much, and at some point in the early hours of the next day your eyes snapped open and you all trace of sleep gone.

At first you didn’t sit up or really move, just lay there thinking. You were painfully hard in your boxer shorts, and worse than that there was a consuming hunger to do something about it. Normally this would have meant masturbation, but the ring called to you, demanded you do something greater to sate your lust. Like a spider crab, your hand slowly crawled across the landscape of your bed towards the bedside table where your phone sat connected to its charger. If you really wanted to, you could contact someone and use the power of the ring. The thought of it made your heart race and your mouth go dry.

But dare you do it? With all the madness that had gone on, dare you try and unleash more magic on someone? Your thumb hovered your phone.