What Dominant girls dream

I had an erotic Domme dream last night.

I was at a play party -- the space looked like a club I used to know in Brooklyn, a big warehouse-type space painted white on the floors and walls. There were people everywhere, Dommes and their boys, doing whatever they felt like doing. For some reason, I was on a raised platform above everyone else. There was a large, velvet sofa on the platform, and seated on it was a boy. He wore nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, and I was sitting in his lap, in a corset and a skirt. He was staring up at me in complete fascination, desire and submission. His hands were cuffed, the cuffs were attached to long chains, and the chains were fastened to iron rings on either side of the sofa. He could move around on the sofa, but he couldn't leave that platform unless I unlocked the cuffs. He was my prisoner, and we both knew it.

At the start of the dream, I was murmuring in his ear. No one is here, I told him, just you and me. Don't pay any attention to what's around you. And it really did feel as if the rest of the people in the room dropped away, and we were all alone in that space. I made him lie on his back, and I explored his body. He was totally silent, except his breathing changed when I teased him, but he worked very hard not to lose control, because he knew I would punish him if I was denied one second of access to my toy. Occasionally I would dig my nails into some part of his body and ask him, "To whom does this ____ (nipple, cock, arm, etc.) belong?" And he would respond, "That ____ belongs to you, Ma'am." His voice trembled, and I could see it was so hard for him to restrain himself. Sometimes his hands twitched -- he wanted to touch me, he wanted unfettered access to me, but he didn't dare. He knew he was only there to be used.

Watching him struggling with his desire made me so incredibly wet, but I kept exploring him and delaying my own orgasm for a little while. I liked the fact that we were becoming more and more indiscreet in front of everyone -- I still had some sense that we were being watched, that people were hypnotized by the dynamic between us. I knew there were probably a lot of submissive men in that room who were jealous of my toy, and wished they could be in his place. And I would look at him and realize that he was probably the best toy in the room -- something about the sweet look in his face and his incredible obedience just melted me. I licked him, I stroked him, I spanked him sometimes. I watched him struggle not to lose control of himself, so that he could continue to be available to me.

And that was it. Of course, like many dreams, the climax was imminent, but didn't happen in the dream. I woke up for that. I was so close to orgasm it really took me about 30 seconds. Such a fantastic wake-up call.