Yes, somehow it is. Maybe you should stay in bed...

Your hands slide to your boobs and across your body, as you close your eyes and imagine the cruel conqueror ravaging your body. You sigh softly and your hands move, as if they have a life of their own, to your nether lips, and you start carressing your clit. In your imagination, the man laughs at you and fucks you hard, while you lie tied and helpless in his big bed. You struggle first, but soon give up, as you are completely helpless.

You bite your lips as your hands move faster up and down your clit, and even probe into your nether lips. In your fantasy, the man taunts you to resist, and declares you his war prize and his fuck toy. You are not a princess anymore, just a whore who will be trained to please her new master. And he will teach you many ways to please him...

With a loud cry, you cum. Legs shaking, your hands pressed tight on your pussy. Afterwards, you lie in your bed for a long while, wondering what just happened. You never had these types of fantasy before. In fact, now, as the passion subsides, you find it pretty disgusting again. How were you able to lose yourself so deep in these thoughts? Up to the point of actually reaching a climax?

You shudder, then shrug and get out of bed. You take a long shower, and as you step out of it, all those thoughts are gone. You prepare for the day. The maid has, of course, again set the breakfast table for you. You can't see her anywhere, though. She probably is cleaning the house or the laundry or gone out for some shopping.

You eat breakfast, sip your coffee and then skip through some magazines, before you leave for work.