The Dreamer

Part one

Have you ever wondered if your dreams were real? I know I have. Or maybe I wished that some of them were. The ones where I was happy, where he was. The dreams that showed me with my true love. Or what I imagined him to be. Tall, dark hair that falls to the shoulders in velvety ripples. Fair skin, striking blue eyes. Soft rose lips, slender hands and slender build. Every time I dreamed of him I could feel his touch on my skin long after I had awoke. Sometimes I would lay there and relive the dream in my mind. The way he would run his hands over my body. Every silky caress burned into my skin like a brand. Every kiss, every whisper. So painfully real. Why couldn’t he be real? Why couldn’t I find him? What must I do to feel this past my dreams? In life? As before there is no one to answer me. Only the memories of my dream. Memories of a lover I had yet to meet. I live for my dreams, for the moment of happiness that they afford. Life holds no splendor nor enchantment anymore. When the alarm rings it is a monster calling to me. Calling me back to a life where I am nothing. Loved by no one, and loving no one. To a bleak place of desolation.

Groaning I get up and get ready to face the day. Another day of the same old routine. The daily drudge of work and life, hours until I am back where I feel at home. Hours until I can be back with my dreams. Go back to him. Tears fall down my face. This is not the life I imagined when I was a child. I always thought that when I was grown up that I would find my prince. My truest love, not all these toads and rats that seem to find me. I want to fall into my dreams and never wake again.

Walking to work I think about the upcoming evening. I had promised my friend Natalie that I would go clubbing with her. Going to the club with Natalie always proves to be interesting. She would wear something vampy that set off her figure. Usually a form fitting dress or top. Last time she wore a gold top that accentuated her lean figure and small breasts. And a short skirt that showed off her long legs. Her beautiful raven hair was newly cut in a wedge that accentuated her heart shaped face. Her blue eyes were the color of midnight. She always had one boyfriend or another. I wish I could be like that. Except I am not tall and leggy. I am short and voluptuous. My hair usually honey gold blonde, is dyed a deep ruby red. My eyes are green sometimes, while gray others. I can never keep up with it. I wear glasses that make me look like a librarian. You would think men liked the naughty librarian look. If they do then I am getting the short end of the stick. Or maybe it’s that I am looking for him. The man in my dreams. Anyhow I had promised Natalie I would go out with her tonight. I needed to get a new outfit. I would go shopping after work to pick up something new. My wardrobe needed major updating. I wondered if Natalie would want to go with me. Probably not she would need to go home and take the requisite three hours to get ready her look seemed to need.

I work in a tall grey building that looks like every other uniformed skyscraper in New York. You could walk for three blocks and see the same old dreary landscape. That is not saying much is it. I work for the Wolfram and Heart Law firm. The firm is fairly new having been in business only ten years. I think it was started by a father son team. I don’t really know. The offices are plush, catering only to the rich and famous. You never really know who you will see. Or what case they are brining in. It is mostly divorces. I work the front desk. My desk is located in a beautiful lobby. Two chairs are strategically spaced. With magazines littered on the various tables. Oh and a TV in the corner hums quietly.

My tasks are mainly checking the guests in and making sure they are comfterable while they are waiting. (The only other task I have is answering the phones).Nothing is too much for them. I spend a majority of my time being a gopher. Fetching drinks and the like. The pay is good though. I make much more then the average secretary so I am not complaining. It was how I met Natalie too. She is one of the firm’s clients. She used us for her first divorced and then for a lawsuit against her former boss. Something about sexual harassment.

Work was the usual. I fetched drinks for everyone. Made sure they were comfterable had everything they needed. I wonder sometimes about their life. What it is like to be rich and famous. To have everything I needed taken care of for me. Sigh, I never will find out. I am destined to have my boring little life.

The club we went to was a little different then what we usually go to. It was a fetish club called Jayde’s Secret. I only agreed to go because I wanted something different and have always harbored a secret desire to find out what it would be like to be in chains so to speak. I had even bought a new outfit for the occasion. I bought an all leather outfit. A tight leather halter that pushed my breasts up, and a pair of skin tight leather pants, with seven inch stiletto boots that reached the knee and had a platform at the toe. My makeup was done darker and more daring then I had ever done before. Kohl rimmed eyes, black eye shadow with a dusting of silver, red lipstick to top it off. My hair framed my face in curls. I thought I looked hot and for once I felt sexy. Leather can do that to a girl.

The main part of the club was a big room filled with mist and with strobe lights. There was a big floor that in any other club would have been a dance floor. In this club it was filled with various people involved in D/s activities. I enjoyed watching it. Though I had thought for many years on wanting to do this I had never had the guts until now and that was mostly due to Natalie coaxing me to come. Her latest boyfriend was a promenaded Dominate in the club. He performed in what they called the cabaret. Mostly it was a live leather show. Where the seductive delights of bdsm was performed for the amusement of the onlookers. Watching a sub being tied up and suspended I could feel myself becoming aroused. I blushed feeling slightly ashamed at wanting that for myself. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. Then I did some people watching. After about an hour I spotted a tall figure with long hair. My breath caught in my throat. It couldn’t be. Then he turned around. The man from my dreams. He was here. I couldn’t stop watching him. He was exactly like in my dreams. Graceful, powerful, and feline. I do not know how long I had watched him, but I found him staring back. I blushed scarlet and looked down. A moment later he was in front of me.
“Hello.” His voice was every bit as smooth and sexy as I imagined, pouring over me like honey. Smooth, golden, inviting.
“Hi.” He was in front of me and all I could say was hi? God I was a fool.
“I noticed you looking at me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t’ mean to stare.”
“That was quite all right. I was staring right back. You are lovely. Are you new here? I don’t think I have ever seen you before.”
“This is my first time coming. Though I had thought of it before.”
“Really, then why haven’t you ever come before then?” He leaned on the bar next to me. Just inches away.
“I-I am not really sure. To afraid to I guess.” I felt so stupid. Why couldn’t I talk normal? He smiled. God he had a sexy smile.
“Well you should have come before, we don’t bite unless asked.” His laughter washed over me like velvet. He took my hand.
“Come with me.” I followed him through the crush of people to a small corridor that was just off the dance floor. It was small and dark black walls making it seem smaller then it was. He led me down it to a small door. Then into a room. The room was like nothing I had ever seen before. Red walls with black drapery hanging from it. A small cage graced one corner, and chains extended from the ceiling with leather cuffs attracted. Similar ones came out from the wall. At the far end was a canopy bed, with black drapes. The sheets looked to be black satin.

Leading me to where the the chains came out of the wall he ordered me to stand there. Then walking to a shadowy corner he open a black trunk I had not seen before and rummaged around in it. When he returned he was carring what appeared to be a corset, a pair of black leather golves and a leather thong.
“Strip.”
I did. NO arguments. How can you argue with someone so commanding? Once I was naked he handed me the thong and told me to put it on. God leather feels so good. Then he pulled my hands above my head and told me to hold on to the leather cuffs just above me. Moving quickly he laced me into the corset, then pulled my hands in front of me and put on the leather gloves.
“Now put your boots on again.”
Pulling my boots on I stood there and waited while he looked me up and down apraising me.
“Hold your hands above your head.” Once I had done that he fastened my hands into the cuffs. Then moving behind me he kicked my legs apart and and fastened the leg cuffs around my ankles. I started to shiver in anticipation. I couldn’t belive that this was happening. My every dream come true. I was so lost in this thought that I didnt notice him putting a blind fold on me untill he was done.
“Now girl, what shall I do with you? Hmmm? Shall I flog you? No, I think we shall warm up with a good spanking.” His hand hit my bare ass, hard and sharp. I jumped.. and wimpered. He hit me again. Then started raining sharp blows in quick succession. I thought it would never end. Then I felt something smooth being run over my ass. Then a more painfull sensation. What was he doing? Oh god it felt good.
“Are you enjoying yourself my little slut? Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Yes Master”
“Yes Master” The words rolled off my tounge. A new feeling washed over me. One I could not define. But it made me feel whole. Complete. I felt him behind me. Still hitting me. Alternating between, the object he was using with his hand. When I thought the pain would become unbaralbe he stopped.
“I am going to untie you. When I do you are to get on your knees and follow me. I will guide you with a leash.” Snapping a collar around my neck, then snapping a leash to it he untied me. I dropped to my hands and knees and followed the gentle pressure of the leash. A moment later he helped me up and pushed me back on the bed.
“Turn aournd and get on your hands and knees. I want to see that beautifull red ass.”
“Yes Master.”
“Thats a good lil slut” He purred. His silky voice washed over me like honey. I would have done anything for that voice. I felt him grab my hair. Then he shoved inside of me, hard and rough. I moaned. He plunged into me again and again, pulling my hair all the while. I was lost.. I could feel nothing but what he was doing to me. The sensations washed over me in waves of pleasure and pain.
“Cum for me, now.” I exploded, moaning loudly, the world awash in the sensations i was feeling. I was conscious of nothing but my orgasam. I came to when I felt him turn me over and shove his cock in my mouth. I sucked it hungrily, hearing his moans of pleasure. Feeling him come I sucked every last drop greedily. Delighting in him, in his gift to me. I lay back limp and sated. This is what I had been looking for.