Godzilla

Last night I had a dream.

 

I sometimes have trouble sleeping, which seemed to have gotten better in the past weeks. But last night I was restless. When I finally went to sleep I dreamt I had tied someone over my bed, I turned to look at the canes that hang on the wall deciding which one to use, which I thought was funny, since they all would give me the desired result. I remember thinking that I miss my English style cane, the one with the curved handle. I picked the cane I got as s gift from Mistress Nona. I leaned on the bed to whisper something in their ear. “This is going to hurt.” And I could hear them moan, not that they were gagged just a pair of my panties in their mouth.

 

A little light tapping along the ass and thighs, I upped my speed a little, then a little more. Soon the only thing I could hear was the sound of the cane moving through the air and hitting its target and the continued moans of the person. I could see from the light coming through my bedroom window that welts were rising. I looked at my handy work. By now the room was hot with the smell of sweat and pain. (If pain has a scent). I leaned again on the bed and asked, “are you done?” I could smell that they were sweating and trying to control their breathing through their nose. “I’ll take your silence as a no.” and I could hear the cane again moving through the air and hitting its target.

 

In the dream I could feel that my arm was getting tiered and I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, well I didn’t want to.

 

I woke up because I felt the sheets were wet. My first thought was, did I pee the bed? My arm was hurting (had feel asleep) and I had been sweating so much that the sheets were wet. I thought I had a wet dream, but at my age that would be a stretch. I was light headed as I got up to get some water. While sitting on the edge of the bed I had a cigarette and thought, I’ve got to whip some ass soon or I might turn into Godzilla trampling Japan.

 

  Until next time Perverts