毎日の偶感　

It’s been awhile since I’ve made an entry for this blog, due largely in part to a lack of material that would otherwise inspire me to write.

Last night, however, my brain decided to treat me to  a rather erotic dream; thus, compelling me to write this entry for all to (hopefully) enjoy.

The more intricate details my dream that I can remember are sexually focused. In other words, I couldn’t tell you the setting or how the dream Evan began, only that I was subject to intense sexual gratification. 

I was on the ground, belly-up with my arms tied behind my back, looking up at a man (whose face I can not remember) but was definitely a good 20 years my senior. He was sitting in a chair above me, dressed in a policeman’s uniform (no idea why my brain conjured this up) and heavy military boots. 

He was teasing me at first, just staring down at me and smiling. I was feeling quite nervous but also sexually excited. 

The man told me to open my legs, which I did, and then proceeded to put one of his boots on my pussy. He started rubbing it slowly in a circular motion and as the pleasure I felt mounted, he would stop for a few moments before starting again. He did this many times, and finally, said I’d have to beg to cum on his boots. He said I was to only refer to him as “daddy” or “sir”. 

I was quite embarrassed but gave in, begging for gratification. 

The man then took his baton and started to roughly rub it against my clit, all while still seated. 

He never let me cum, unfortunately. Instead, he pulled out his cock and made me suck him off to completion.

Sadly, my dream ended much too soon.
I’m sure it’s my brain’s way of telling me to find a Dom already, lol.

I’ve succumbed to the urge to horny post, culturally instilled prudishness be damned.

To begin with, I’ve been so overwhelming horny—so horny, in fact, that it has permeated my dreams. Moreover, it is making it difficult for me to concentrate on my work and not just run to the nearest room, lock it and feverishly masturbate; I wish I were exaggerating but my hormones are raging.

I’ve been overcome with the need to be dominated by an older gentleman who makes me call him daddy. He has patiently waited for me to yield to my submissive nature. No matter how nervous and shy I am initially to express that side of me, it is inevitable that I eventually will. 

I am often assaulted by vivid images of me in varying sexual scenarios with this daddy, all of which depict me bound and obeying his every command.

One such scenario is in his office—I am on my knees, my arms are bound behind me and my mouth is stuffed with daddy’s cock. He is focused on his work and only pays me mind to remind me to be a good girl and behave, or I’ll get the belt. 

Another scenario depicts me in a leather sling, my arms are once again bound behind me, but so too are my legs, which have been lifted and spread for easy access. I am gagged, blindfolded and am unable to do anything more than moan and cry as my daddy pounds into my holes without mercy. Occasionally he will spank my pussy with a riding crop; any pain beings mind-numbing pleasure. 

The final scenario is me at my daddy’s feet. As usual, I am naked, bound and collared. He commands me to lick his boots clean and to do a thorough job if I don’t want to be punished; his punishments range from him spanking my ass or pussy pink with his belt, to him using a remote dildo in my holes, edging me to the point of tears until I beg for permission to cum. 

I do as I’m told and lick his boots clean. He pulls me by my collar and then gags me on his cock. If I do a good job and swallow every last drop of his cum, he will use one of his boots to rub my clit and make me cum. 

Ugh, I just need to get pounded out.