Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Later that night I tried to watch the copy of Infinity War I rented, but in the end the movie's bloated run time and my exhaustion won out.

"Open your eyes." A voice called out in an authoritative tone. I opened up my eyes to see Sandra in a tight leather outfit based on Scarlet Witch's. I shifted my eyes downward to see that I was fully nude, my small boobs and bushy vagina exposed for her to see.

I tried to move my arms and legs to cover myself up, only to find they were tied to my bedposts.

"You're such a good little pet the way you let me tie you up and fuck you however I want and you just love how I own you, don't you?" She asked coldly. "No!" I wanted to scream, but instead all that came out of my mouth was "Yes Mistress Sandra."

'This can't be real,' I reasoned to myself 'This is just a dream. But then.... why am I dreaming of being tied up, nude and submissive to another girl?'

"You just love having me tell you exactly what to do, what to wear, who and where to fuck, don't you ****?" She asked.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." was again the only thing I could respond with.

She ran her fingers up my leg and towards my quivering sex. "And you love it when I tell you when you can and can't cum. Don't you?" She asked with a smile growing wider.

She then roughly thrust her fingers in me and I woke up in a cold sweat and a moist spot in my panties that definitely wasn't sweat.

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good..." was what I heard on the TV. Great, I missed pretty much the whole movie. That and I might secretly be a submissive lesbian. I don't know which is worse.