Dreams in Silver

Who does these things anyway?

Kate wanted to give this man a piece of her mind but her body was totally frozen. Immobilized was the better word for it. The man kept working on this poor lady and raising her arousal levels. Kate could not comprehend how this was working. The man had control of this woman’s body. He was doing things that would be considered horrible. Choking is no laughing matter. Yet, he took pleasure in dictating how much air she was allowed to breathe while his other hand played with her breasts.

Then the dream took a turn. The man got up. Opened a box and pulled out a wand of some sort. The woman reacted instantly and struggled all the more. Or was it struggling? The wand was placed between her legs. Kate couldn’t see exactly what the man was doing with the wand, but from her point of view, he was doing plenty. The woman was moaning or something like that. Kate thought it sounded like muffled cries and screams, but at this point, no one else was hearing this. Kate’s mind was struggling to make sense of what sounded like pleas for more… or so the muffled cries seemed to suggest.

The man stood up and stepped back. The aura of sex filled the room. The woman was convulsing, no… not quite…, she was definitely writhing with intense emotions. Her legs were quivering. The man had his hand over his lips. She obeyed and held her vocalizations in check. Her eyes intently locked on his. Her body being overrun with salvos of high energy waves of pleasure.

What was wrong with her? Him? Who does these things anyway? Kate had more questions than answers flying about her mind.

Tears were starting to stream from this woman. She was struggling hard to keep her composure. Her breathing was intense. The man stepped into the shadows for a moment and returned holding a large paddle. His finger, tapping a beat on the paddle, that her body seemed to be trying to match.

Moving to block part of the view once more, the man did something with the wand that had the woman struggling mightily against the restraints. All Kate kept thinking was that this woman, as hard as it was to believe, was enjoying this treatment on a level more intense than ordinary sex.

When the man moved back out of the way, the woman was face down and butt high up in the air. His hand raised. Kate cringed. The hand came down hard. The blow to the flesh shuttered Kate’s soul. The woman was so secured that she couldn’t move or release any energy from the blow.

Several rounds later, the raw flesh of this woman was beat red. On closer look, Kate was surprised not to see blood and broken skin. The man removed his gloves and poured oil on his hand. With great affection and tenderness, he massaged the red skin. Kate was moved near tears at the amount of careful care the man took to make sure the woman was OK.

This was… not ordinary. This was… well… Kate couldn’t explain. There was a method to this madness. The sounds from the woman was pure heavenly ecstasy. No one had ever given Kate this degree of care before. The man really took his time to make sure the woman was good. He released her so tenderly from her bondage. He caressed her. Complimented her. Assured her. Thanked her.

Once he seemed satisfied with how she was doing, they started to kiss and make out so intensely that the room grew hot. So much so… Kate was wishing she was not frozen in place. The normal make-out session was as real and intense as any two college kids overrun by hormones. Kate had learned enough. They were some kinky folks who seemed to enjoy pain as part of their pleasure.

Good thing Andrew as not like that… Kate finally thought to herself.

No sooner the thought registered, the man lifted the woman and took her into the shadows. When he emerged, Kate felt her life force drain from her. It was a near identical copy of Andrew. Only more statuesque, more noble in definition.

“You’re not done learning, Kate” the man said with a subtle smile.

Kate felt her neck turn against her will toward the shadows as light started to reveal what was once hidden. The poor woman was standing facing the wall. Her legs were spread open. Her impossible heels looked ready to lean over from the strain of the cuff’s tethering to the outside walls.

The long leather belt traced a line down the naked body of the woman. She gasped for air. Her body arched. His gloves were back on. With a flick of the wrist, he teased out mock hits on her. She shivered and quivered. He traced more lines. Her arousal was intense.

When the strikes turned real, they looked viciously brutal. Kate couldn’t look away. The man was laying hard blows without pause. As Kate tried to understand, something came to light. The appearance of brutality was more for show. The landed hits were very well measured and aimed at making the woman’s rear bounce and jump. It was mesmerizing. It was now making sense. The hits were making the jiggle such that the pleasure hormones were flowing at maximal strength.

There really was a method to this madness.

The level of restraint this man had was unlike any she had ever heard of. Little did Kate know that such restraint was eventually going to give way to raw unleashed power.