What actually happened in the dream?

The dream had given Jennifer control.

Lena knelt naked on the floor of the dark room. The collar around her neck felt heavy and cool. Jennifer stood before her, also naked. A wide leather belt was wrapped around her hips, to which a thick, flesh-colored strap-on was attached. As Jennifer gripped it, it changed beneath her fingers. The silicone grew warm and pliable, developing veins, a real glans, and the weight of flesh. Suddenly, it was no longer a toy. It was a real, hard cock growing out of her crotch—and she could feel it. Every touch, every pulse, every bit of warmth.

Jennifer exhaled shakily. Finally.

A bitter thought took shape in her mind: *You’re into men. Into real cocks. Then you’re going to get one now. From me. And you’re going to remember it.*

She didn’t say any of this out loud.

“You’re my pet today,” she said softly, stroking Lena’s hair.

Lena’s conscious mind banged against the walls of her dream. At the same time, her submissive self opened her mouth.

“Yes. I’m your pet.”

Jennifer guided the warm, real cock to Lena’s lips. “Wet it. With your tongue. Slowly. I want to feel everything.”

Lena licked. The skin tasted salty and alive. She took the head into her mouth, sucked, and swirled her tongue around it. Jennifer moaned softly—Lena heard genuine pleasure in her voice. The cock twitched between her lips. Lena took it deeper, until it stretched her throat and saliva ran from the corners of her mouth. Jennifer held her head with both hands and thrust gently, savoring every bit of tightness, every gag, every wet sound.

“Enough.”

She pulled Lena onto the bed, pushed her down onto all fours, and pressed the wet head of her cock against Lena’s slit. With a single, slow thrust, she pushed herself inside. Both of them moaned. Jennifer, because she suddenly felt real, hot tightness around her new cock. Lena, because the stretching was real and too intense.

Jennifer lay on top of her and began to fuck.

Deep, controlled thrusts. She felt Lena’s walls close around her, the wetness coating her shaft, the inner muscles twitching. The bitter thought in her head grew sharper with every thrust: *You want men. Then take this one. And when you wake up, you’ll know it was me who fucked you like this.*

Out loud, she said only, “You’re so tight. So wet. I want to fill every inch.”

Lena’s body pressed back against her and moaned.

Jennifer fucked her for minutes on end in that position, savoring the real friction, the heat, the feeling of filling Lena from the inside out. Then she pulled out, rolled Lena onto her back, and hooked her legs over her shoulders. At that angle, she thrust even deeper. At the same time, she rubbed her fingers over Lena’s clitoris and watched her face contort.

Lena’s first orgasm was intense. Her muscles clenched around Jennifer’s cock, and a warm surge of fluid wet her pubic area. Jennifer moaned—the rhythmic contractions felt so intense that she herself was on the verge of climax. She gritted her teeth and kept fucking until Lena came a second time.

Only then did she pull out.

Jennifer fetched the toys: nipple clamps with small weights, a thick anal plug, the couples’ vibrator, and a string of smooth beads. First, she clamped Lena’s nipples tightly. The weights immediately pulled downward, stretching the sensitive tips. Lena whimpered. Jennifer licked her way over the pinched nipples and whispered:

“Pain and pleasure go hand in hand. You’ll feel both.”

She worked the anal plug slowly and with plenty of lube into Lena’s tight ass until it had disappeared completely and only the stopper was sticking out. Then she slid the couples’ vibrator into Lena’s already-used pussy and turned it on. It was flat, so she still had room. The vibrations were strong and throbbing. Jennifer knelt between Lena’s legs, guided her real cock back inside next to the vibrator—tight, almost too tight—and began thrusting again.

Now she felt everything twice as intensely: the vibrations running through Lena’s body into her own cock, the tight heat, the constant twitching. Lena came a third time, then a fourth. Each orgasm massaged Jennifer’s cock. Jennifer breathed heavily and let herself go. She came herself—violently, with a deep moan—and pumped real, warm spurts deep inside Lena.

For a moment, she just lay inside her, enjoying the pulsing.

Then she continued.

She pulled her cock out, letting the cum run out of Lena’s slit. In the dream, she was hard again right away. She kept fucking. At some point, the orgasms suddenly became even more intense and longer, as if additional stimulation were being added from somewhere. More intense. Deeper. Lena’s internal muscles cramped so violently that it almost hurt, and clear fluid squirted out in short, uncontrolled spurts. (We know that was Mia and Matthew. Not the two in the dream.)

In Jennifer’s mind, the bitter thought added: *I’m doing this because you’re into men. Because you never looked at me that way. Now you’re suffering for it. And you’ll remember. So will I. But you won’t know that I’m doing it, too.*

She changed positions again. Lena was lying on her back, her legs spread as wide as possible. Jennifer thrust her cock back inside, deep and hard, while rubbing her clitoris at the same time. The nipple clamps dangled and tugged. The plug filled her ass. Lena screamed and came in an arc—clear fluid squirted against Jennifer’s stomach and breasts. Jennifer followed immediately with a second orgasm of her own and filled her again.

Lena came until her voice was hoarse and her lower body was nothing but twitches, spasms, and wetness. Jennifer kissed her in between, licked her tears from her cheeks, and kept thrusting.

She left Lena lying on her back, legs spread wide, and knelt between them. Her cock slid back inside. With one hand, she rubbed Lena’s clitoris; with the other, she tugged lightly on the nipple clamps. Lena screamed and came again, this time so intensely that clear fluid shot out in an arc, hitting Jennifer’s stomach and breasts.

Jennifer was far from finished.

She’d just thrust hard again, felt Lena’s tight, throbbing heat around her cock, and was about to start the next round—harder, deeper, with more toys—when the damn alarm clock went off in the real world.

A shrill, relentless beep.

The dream shattered instantly.

For both of them.

Jennifer threw her eyes open, gasping, her lower body wet and throbbing, her hand still between her legs. The cock, the clamps, Lena’s moans—everything was gone in an instant. Only the memory remained, clear and detailed.

At that very moment, Lena was yanked out of the dream and landed in her real orgasm on the lounger in the relaxation room, beneath the hands of Mia and Matthew.