Entry 113

I had this recurring dream Diary, now like for the third
time. But before I write it down, I just read the left page
and OMG what drugs was I on? I don’t remember writing it, I
would never call myself Bambi unless it was like on
Halloween and I had antlers on! OK, so now the dream was:

   I was outside this house, a split level, nice place. It’s
usually cold and I have my coat on. If I ever see this light
brick place I’ll know it instantly- it has shudders, and the
front door is like got crystal glass in it.
   I rang the bell, and I stepped inside, with this
casserole dish in my hands- it has aluminum foil on top, I
still don’t know what I made! Ok next thing I see I’m in the
doorway, I handed my coat to someone, a woman in this
miniskirt strapless dress- crushed polyester black, like one
I use to have before my parents cut up all my “evil”
clothing. She goes downstairs where its dark, and there’s
all this laughing and stuff, but foreboding kinda, and I
have this casserole dish, and I look up to the right and
there’s people drinking stuff and talking, in this
livingroom with dark green shag carpet. Then I’m in the
kitchen, I’m setting down the dish on this kitchen table
that’s full of dishes, and plates of things, and warming
trays. There’s a man and woman making out against the
dishwasher that’s running, and they just look over and smile
and keep on, so I get flushed but I ignore them, cuz its a
party and whatever you know? Anyways someone out in the
living room ( upstairs) says “hey Wendy come out here a
minute”, stuff like that not exact, and it changes cuz once
it was a woman asking me to come help her. Anyways then I’m
usually sitting on my knees, leaning against the sofa, and
someone’s legs, listening to these people talk, and they’re
talking about the uses of hypnosis in therapy. Then the
person sitting on the sofa , who I’m leaning against I
think, gets up, and there’s a leash! There’s this quick
little snap of a tug, and I start following them! It’s
really weird. At the stairs down, I stood cuz I had to go
downstairs and then I saw the basement living room. It’s
like a cross between the private dance room at the club, and
like a den. Large and warm, too warm, and even the walls are
carpeted with this soft shag stuff. But everything’s dark so
light is kinda absorbed. There’s maybe 20 people. Most are
dressed in formal or casual party clothes, except for:
   The man in the center of the room, who is naked, with his
arms on his hips, frozen in place like some kind of statue
with a stiffy;
   The woman that took my coat, who is smiling at me and
agreeing with the man holding my leash. She usually says
something like, “She doesn’t realize does she?” Then the
whole room laughs.
   And me. I look at myself and I am completely naked except
for the leather thing hooked around my neck, which chaffs
when it turns, scratching my neck and the skin on my
collarbones. They are all laughing and when I reach up to
unhook the chain, one of two or three things happens, in
different order.
  Twice, There was a whistle, and he said “SIT!” My butt
slammed down on my heels so hard one almost got lodged up
there! Anyways a glance around at all the laughing people
and I got scared and as I started to run  was the NEXT STEP.
   Once, I pull on the chain and he pulls back and I fall to
the ground, my bare bosoms scrape the carpet. I look up from
all fours and then was the NEXT STEP.
   Once , the last time, I got the chain off, and the crowd
cheered! I turned to run and ,,,
NEXT STEP
   I’m kneeling in front of the statue man, and everyone is
around us. Someone is massaging my shoulders, saying “it’s
ok, good, very good, “ like that. I’m just minding my own
business kinda, and I realize at some point that I have
licked his left leg clean, from his ankle up to the thigh,
and I have started on his genitals. I can write exactly what
it looked like, the veins, the mushroom cap top it had, how
it sprung when I’d lick it and push it to the side, and it
bounced back pointing straight up. That man’s voice was
saying something about doing a good job, and usually says
“You’re such a good girl” over and over.
   Usually I wake up there, but last time, I remember very
clearly my nose was like against the side of his organ, and
I was licking the side and bottom of his scrotum, and I
guess he orgasmed because it was suddenly all over my
eyebrows and nose!
   I sat up that night screaming and wiping my face, but
everytime has concluded by me jumping in the shower and
driving myself to a quick climax.
   I’m on the lookout for that house, that man’s cologne,
and I already know where that leash is- I saw it in
Petsmart. No, I didn’t buy it.