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Playground dream
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Archive-name: playgrnd-dream
Why am I posting this? Damn good question... I spose the only
reason is that the couple of people I told it to said I should
post to r.a.e.
So here goes.. this a dream I had the night before last, just
before waking. It was surprisingly vivid, and has been floating
round my memory constantly since then. It is legit - not made
up - though you will of course believe what you like.
A big hi to those out there (esp all the regular readers from
#aussies) who are wondering if they play a part in this or not
... *grin*
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For some reason it was set next Saturday night... I don't know
why, or how I knew it, but I knew that it was. All the IRC
people had been out together, dinner or something, then ended
up in the park near my uni after a couple of drinks at the
nearby pub. They call the park the "Rocket Park" because of the
red metal rocket with the slide in the childrens playground, and
we were all sitting round by the playground equipment drinking
a bit and chatting.
Everyone was there.. most of #aussies, not only those from this
state but from all over the place... and a sprinkling of people
from other channels. Somehow a game of truth and dare started
up (as it tends to so in such circumstances). We played along
for a bit, then I found myself saying "dare" and being dared to
take a flogging from my current partner, who was of course
present, in front of everyone.
I was a little bit hesitant.. but with a couple of drinks down
already I wasn't overly concerned. It was one of those nights.
I was instructed to undress while my partner rummaged in his
bag, eventually finding two lengths of chain and two medium
sized padlocks, with which he proceeded to chain me to the
playground equipment. The timbre of the conversation among the
group had changed. I could feel them watching. My hands were
bound just above shoulder height, with some slack but not enough
to let me kneel.
My partner (hereafter known as K, because that is his initial)
drew something else out of his bag... a length of black silk, a
scarf, with which he blindfolded me, drawing it firmly round my
head. I shut my eyes behind it but could still feel the gaze of
the group...
I heard K undoing his belt buckle, and waited tensely. There was
a pause... a long time...
The first blow was a cold sting across my back in the night air.
I could hear the communal intake of breath. The belt rained down
incessantly, constantly more forceful, and although I had started
in silence I was soon biting my lip and then crying out.
When the blows stopped coming, K stood beside me and put his hand
between my thighs. I was *wet* .. he fingered me for a bit then
raised his hand first to my lips then to his. Turning to the
group of IRCers sitting on the grass, his hand back between my
legs, he said "You want some of this? I can see you want to fuck
her.. and look how wet she is.. she wants it too.."
One by one they came up... some of them touched me, felt the heat
on my back... others went down on me (and I could tell some were
female, I dont really know how) ... but mostly they just fucked
me. It was all a blur before very long.
Next thing I knew, K was unlocking the chains around my wrists.
I fell to my knees as he untied the blindfold. Looking around me,
I saw the park was empty, except for a few empty beer cans and
bottles nearby. The horizon to the east was showing a faint aura
of morning light.
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