More Dreams

I would try to rush through every day, my waking hours seemingly torturously long. The only thing that I could look forward to everyday was my time asleep. My time with my Master. Today was no different. I had to struggle through my entire day, dealing with all my mundane, boring duties, like cleaning every window in the house, dusting all the glassware, and polishing the mirrors.

But now my day was over, now my night could begin.

I practically ripped off my clothes, jumping in to bed without even bothering to put on my pyjamas. I was so excited that I was worried that I would have trouble falling asleep, but when I closed my eyes, sleep took me instantly. In my dream I was sitting on my Master's lap, facing him. His arms are wrapped around my body, pressing me into him as his lips hungrily devour mine. My hands grip his shirt, twisting into fists as the pleasure and desire overtakes me. I writhe in his arms, grinding every part of my body up against his. He grabs me tighter and kisses me harder in response. A moan leaves my lips and gets trapped by his.

He breaks from our kiss, making me whimper as he does so. In my agonizing need I wonder what could make him want to stop for even a second, because I never, never want to stop. My question is answered when he pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. We resume our kiss and his hands start to grope at my clothing blindly, before finding my pants and practically ripping them off. So much of my mind is overtaken by the kiss that I am barely able to think of what he wants next, but I want it just as bad, if not even more than he does. I return the favour, managing to pull his boxers down in one go. He fumbles around again a bit, before taking my panties off with such vigour that I think they might actually have torn. The thought that he has such desire for me makes my pussy, which had been wetter than a lake, become wetter than an ocean.

He breaks from our kiss again, this time to level himself with the entrance to my vagina. I manage to get a good look at him for the first time this dream. Starting from top to bottom, I still couldn't see his face, but his hair was brown, thick and wavy. His T-shirt was nondescript, but not in a dream-like way, more just like plain, regular clothing. Neither rich nor ragged. I looked further down and saw the massive, throbbing erection that I had freed from his pants. It was rock solid, curved, and nudging against my entrance. My breath caught, as all thoughts of trying to examine the dream for clues about my Master fled my mind. All I could think about was what was going to happen next. Time seems to slow down as his hips move forward and --

My alarm clock blares its message of hate and suffering to all the world. It declares its war on love and happiness by ripping me from my Master's arms and slamming me into my cold Masterless life. I never thought that it would be possible to hate an inaminate object before, but I have learned something new today. I slam on the snooze button with more than necessary and fling the accursed object at the door before trying to flee back into my Master's loving embrace and even more loving --

"AMARYLLIS, WE DO NOT THROW THINGS!!!!"

Damn