Dreams in Silver

Kate’s mind was getting furious. No one hits anyone. It’s the rule. No violence. How dare this man swing and hit his date. Doe not matter how much he feels he has rights, one does not hit a woman. It is wrong. Anger filled Kate. Worse, how could that woman be turned on by this? How could she encourage this?

The woman got up and ran clear out of the restaurant. This made Kate happy. The man did not deserver her. Kate watched the man slowly get down to pick up the sandals. He didn’t deserve to have her sandals as a reminder of his amazing date with her. But, it was a dream, or was it?

The scene changed. Kate was talking with the woman, trying to talk sense into her. The resemblance to Christie was too much. The anger was slipping away and compassion was taking over. What if, tough hearted Christie really was a soft hearted woman, desperation clouding her judgment about what is permissible on a date…

The woman seemed disinterested in sisterly advice and more interested in changing her clothing and rejoining the date she had escaped from. Kate offered her flats from her bag so the woman would not go back into the restaurant and meet that horrible man again. The lady declined and turned to walk away towards the street. Kate breathed a sigh of relief. The woman got the point.

Getting herself ready to confront the man, Kate rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight if she needed to. The man was not by the wine covered wall or the couch that she had seen. Looking about, Kate could not find him anywhere. Maybe he had left by another exit or something. No matter, he was gone.

Kate took her leave and felt much better about having rescued someone from an abusive situation. She had done good for an innocent woman. She hopefully had convinced this woman to respect herself and hold her values and uphold her standards.

Rounding a corner, the one before her place… in the dream anyway…, Kate instantly felt dread as she saw the man from earlier walking confidently ahead of her. His swagger felt familiar. His posture radiated power and authority.

How could this man be so close to arrogance after what he had done? Kate needed to have a word with him and set this man straight. But, before she could reach him, he turned into a narrow gate and dove into an alley. Kate followed. The man was much farther along than Kate expected. The man ducked into a low doorway.

Kate gave chase only to stop short as she saw the woman from the terrace coming up ahead. She had changed into an even shorter dress. This one was all leather and super fitted. The heels were chrome. Bright shiny chrome. With an impossibly high arch to them.

The woman looked very royal in nature, the posture, the smile, the tenderness in her eyes. The leather dress was very masterfully crafted by someone who had great skills and great care. Kate felt a rush of adrenaline. The woman looked amazing.

This Christie lookalike smiled and winked then ducked into the low doorway. Confused, Kate wondered why this woman was still going after the man who had no regards for her wellbeing. Following, Kate readied herself to forcefully rescue this woman once again.

The passageway led at a downward incline towards a room. The laugher and giggle that was coming suggested that the woman was falling for this man’s charm. The man was a serpent in a sharp suit. Kate couldn’t believe her ears.

Her eyes took a little while to adjust to the darkness. Kate saw what looked like an assortment of belts on the right wall and wooden paddles and boards on the left wall. Kate felt a hint of fear gripping her throat. There was some dim lighting coming from the moon.

The bed was a small comfortable cozy bed. On it was the woman. Her mouth was gagged. Her legs were spread with a bar and secured to the ceiling. Her arms were nylon secured to the headboard. She was wiggling her rear about to no avail.

Kate wanted to scold the woman, but now was not the time. Before this serial mass murder type guy in impeccable suit returned, Kate had to release this woman and set her free. The woman was still blushing but the intensity in her eyes didn’t seem to register the grave danger she was in.

Unfortunately, Kate was not able to remove the locks that held this poor woman’s legs spread wide. Worse, her knees were close to her chest. Her chrome heels were locked to the tether that was hooked to the ceiling. This woman was not going anywhere any time soon. This man was going to have all the time he needed to violate before disposing of…

“Young lady, your curiosity is fascinating” the man hissed calmly behind Kate.

Not sure what to do, Kate froze. Her mind refused to find something witty to say or escape the dungeon like room. The man had not touched her, there was still time to leave, but she couldn’t move. Part fear, part curiosity, part intrigue, part insanity.

“Since you’re not understanding what you’re seeing, stick around and learn” the man whispered.

Kate could not explain why her neck bristled with goosebumps and her throat grew dry with thirst. As if her body wanted what was going to happen to this woman.

The man stepped around the frozen Kate and gently caressed the woman’s face and traced down her neck. The man was wearing leather gloves. There was no DNA traces to be left behind. His hand grew tight around the woman’s neck. She moaned and wiggled her hips. She struggled against the nylon around her wrists. She put up a bit of a fight yet her body arched up as if inviting the man to do more to her. He kissed her. She trembled.

Kate was bewildered. The woman seemed to be enjoying this. How?