A Dream

The other night, I had an unusual, for me anyway, dream and thought that this would be the most appropriate place to discuss it. It also occured to me that I might find it sensual, or pleasurable, to have parts of this dream, which at first seemed to be a nightmare, become reality. I won't go into complete details, but some the main events in the dream follow.

I dreamed that I was walking down the street and several woman came up from behind me, fastened my hands behind my back placed a tight-fitting leather hood, almost air-tight, over my head. They forced me into some sort of vehicle. Several of them sat on me to further restrain me.

They took me to their "headquarters" (they were apparently some sort of futuristic secret-police women). Soon after my arrival, I was taken to some sort of holding cell where I was stripped naked and placed into a strange type of bed. An extremely thick (at least two or three feet thick), leather covered cushion, was the mattress. My arms were encased in some sort of leather sleeves that were attached to this "mattress", thus preventing the use of my hands and arms. Next, my legs were strapped down. At this point, my captors removed the hood. I could see five stunningly attractive women dressed in what were, apparently, their uniforms: open leather trench coats, long, black leather gloves, spiked leather neck-bands, tall black spiked-heeled boots, and some sort of black leather police/military type hats. Approximately a foot or so above me was another very thick leather and latex covered cushion.

My captors told me to sleep tight, that my "reformatory sessions" would begin the following morning. The lights dimmed and the cushion above me began to slowly lower, eventually encasing my body, almost crushing me, but not to the point of pain or extreme discomfort. The part of the cushion over my face had cut off my air to the point where I could exhale, but not inhale. after a short while, it raised just enough to allow me to breathe again for minute or so. Throughout the night, this would occur over and over again. Sometimes, the air sould be cut off for longer periods of time than it would be at other times. Air, no air. Air, no air. Finally, I drifted off to sleep, awaking in this same, tight, leather and latex enclosure. Throughout the hight, a sext female voice would tell me the time, sometimes every 10 seconds, other times, every few minutes or longer. Suspense. When I awoke, I lay in that enclosure for several hours.

Finally, the enclosure lifted; the lighting was very dim, but I could still see my captors faces. One of them identified herself as my "reformation instructress" (or something like that). I was told that one of the reformation sessions was about to begin. The tight leather hood was placed back over my head and I was placed into some sort of leather straitjacket. I was taken to another room and the hood was removed.

This room had walls lined with various whips and restraining devices. In the middle of the room was a very large, thickly cushioned, leather sofa. On a table in front of the sofa were many boxes of various types of plastic-wrap and many boxes of various sized plastic bags. I was informed that it was time for them to "wrap things up". First, my instructress held up a small plastic bag. "This is a 'scrap bag', perfect for your head, wouldn't you say?" The others giggled. As they caressed me and lightly whipped me, my instructress teasingly fitted and removed, sveral times, one of the smal bags over my head. Next, she placed it back ovet my head, snuggly fitted. One after another, various bags of this size, and larger waste-basket size bags, were placed over my head. I was helpless to move; they wouldn't let me. She then wrapped plastic wrap over the bags around my head. More bags, more wrap. More bags, more wrap. She was careful to allow me to get breaths of air, as few, as necessary. This went on for a very long time.

Eventually the bags and wrap were removed. However, it wasn't over yet. My instructress next decided that my entire body was to be wrapped in plastic wrap. First my legs, individually and then together. Next, my stomach and chest. My arms were then released, one at a time, and my hands were wrapped in a way as to make my hands and fingers useless. Then, my arms were wrapped up. They held me tightly down on the sofa, and one of them sat on my lap. My instructress began wrapping my head with plastic wrap.

After this went on for a short while, I could feel plastic bags being fitted over my head. I was allowed to breathe as necessary, thought I thought that I was going to suffocate numerous times. Finally, the plastic was wrapped around to the point where I could not breathe. "Poor boy, can't you breathe? Help yourself. Go ahead, remove the wrapping from your own head." My arms were released. With my hands wrapped, no mattter how I struggled, I was unable to remove the wrap enough to breathe. Again, I thought I would surely suffocate. My instrucress then adjusted the plastic to allow me to breathe. "Now lets really wrap things up" she said. They proceeded to wrap my arms to my body.

I was then made to allow on thickly cushioned the sofa, still wrapped up, face down, barely able to breathe, as they all sat on me, bouncing and jiggling for quite some time, occasionally being spanked, tickled, whipped and caressed. I was then rolled onto my back as they sat on me again, one of them caressing my, still covered, head and neck, pressing her gloved hands firmly against the plastic that covered my nose and mouth, restricting the air every so often. I was turned over again, laying face down, some very thick cushion or pillow placed over the back of my head. It felt as though one of them was sitting on it every so often. During this time, I was continuously being lightly whipped, caressed, and tickled.

Finally, after about 15 hours of all of this, I was placed back into my holding cell, into that tight enclosure, to spend another night in this torturous enclosure, awaiting another day of reformation...

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Not being a psychiatrist, I don't know how to interpret all of this. At first it seemed to be a horrid nightmare, yet, the more that I think about it, the more sensuous and pleasurable it seems. well as it seeming to be a slightly torturous event. I've never taken part in any sort of bondage/domination type activities, but this does make it seem extremely tempting. I now find myself fantasizing about the above scenarieos and similar ones. However, it seems that some of the above scenarios, in reality, could be extremely dangerous if not done with extreme caution. So, as well as the thought of taking part in the above seeming very exciting, it also scares me to think about it.