By Quandt

I had a very erotic and somewhat frightening dream this morning just before I woke up. I want to write about it before I forget it. I think will be fantasized about or have a lasting impression for a long time.

Folsom Street Fair?

I was at Folsom street fair with a top that I often play with.  We arrived early but the crowds blocked the street.  We stopped at a stand where they were making huge margaritas to quench our thirst, although my Master for the day probably was trying to lower my inhibitions.  I don’t drink booze very often so I am a cheap trick.

I was wearing his collar and his chest harness and a pair of very tight black leather briefs under leather jeans and tank top.  As the crowd jammed the street, my Master dragged me by the collar into what appeared to be an alley.  He ordered me to take my jeans and shirt off and stuffed them into a leather backpack.  I reluctantly complied.  My reluctance came from feeling I am fat and I didn’t want to expose that to the world.

I stripped to my shorts, harness, boots and collar. The margarita was allowing me to forget myself. I giggled like a girl which appeared to disgust my Master.  Master removed his collar and tied a leather string around my neck that held a handcuff key and a small manila tag that said “I’m a slut, take me and do what you will”. My top gagged me and blindfolded me.  After he cuffed my hands behind my back, he pushed me into the crowd to stumble down the street.

My alarm woke me.  My heart felt like it was fluttering.