The Dream Master

Nathyn

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Late one night while sleeping, I come to you in a dream.

Absolute, complete darkness surrounds you. You look down and there is no floor, yet you know you're not floating. You're definitely standing on something firm.

I am taller than most, standing at a full 6 feet of height. You can't really tell much about my build (or my cock for that matter) because I am wearing a dark navy blue cloak. My hair is short and red. My eyes are an almost "unreal" shining green. I am quite handsome.

In a deep manly voice, I speak to you, "I am the dream master. I travel across many worlds to find people who may help do my bidding. In exchange for following my orders in the REAL world, I'll give you any such desire you wish, in the DREAM world. Do you accept my offer?"
 
OOC Rules

1) I currently only want ONE girl in this post. Too many people gets confusing and it's too hard to please everyone.
2) Don't post here unless you continue on checking it continually at least once every 4 days.
3) Don't make my character do things. I don't mind making up dialogue, but don't make my character say he wants you to do certain things for him, etc, without my approval.
4) New characters MIGHT be added. Look back at this thread to see if any new positions are open. If any new characters ARE added, then I reserve the right to delete them from the plot at ANY time. I'll probably notify you either by email or on the thread, Out of Characterly. I reserve this right, because keeping useless characters in for a long time can be boring as well as annoying.

I apologize if these rules seem a bit harsh. Some people actually think some of them to be common-sense.
 
His green eyes captivate me. Luring me to his will. With a single word I seal my fate, "yes."
 
Tell me about yourself.

I smile and nod.

I then say, "Okay, then. First you must tell me a bit about yourself. What is your job? Do you have a husband? What is your DEEPEST, DARKEST FANTASY?"
 
Sarah

"I am a public relations consultant, I am not married, and I live alone," I replied. My height allows me to look directly into his eyes as I contemplate my answer to his final question. Vivid images dance through my head as I discard one idea after another. I twirl a strand of my honey-blonde hair around my finger as I explore my options.

Finally I decide to begin with something sedate. I wasn't sure I wanted to jump right into 'deepest, darkest' just yet. So with eager anticipation snapping in my deep blue eyes, I answer, "So how do you feel about naughty school girls?"
 
I have a cold, stoic look upon my face. My sparkling, almost hypnotic, emerald green eyes gaze deeply back into yours.

I speak again, "My fantasies are inconsequential. And remember that when I give you an order to do something in the real world, you are to do it without questioning my motives. Now you agreed to follow our little deal, so either tell me about your most passionate sexual desires or else I'll be on my merry way. Hmmm. Or maybe I'll just give you a task to complete for me..."
 
"Oh, relax," I said "if you wanted details, all you had to do was ask. My fantasy begins in the boys locker room, before the big game. I have decided to offer some extra encouragement to the captain of the football team. I lay him down on the bench, and slowly begin to divest him of his clothes. When I finally have have him naked, I pull up the skirt to my cute little cheerleading uniform to reveal my bare pussy. Then I straddle him, and impale myself on his huge throbbing cock. I ride him like the stud he is, with the rest of the team cheering us on. Unfortunately, their enthusiasm draws unwanted attention. The dean storms in demanding to know what's going on. He barely gets the question out before he is struck mute by the scene before him. When he finally recovers himself enough to act, he grabs me by the arm, and drags me to his office.

After pushing me into a chair he begins ranting and raving about my inappropriate behavior. I pay very little attention, I've heard this before. After his tirade has gone on for some time, he begins to calmly tell me what he has in mind for my penance. His words shock me. Instead of the usual suspension, he has something different in mind.

He casually comes around the desk, pulls me out of the chair, bends me over his desk. Then he pulls up my skirt and begins to deliver a sound spanking on my luscious ass. I cry out with each stinging stroke. Finally, when my checks have reached the desired amount of rosiness, he frees his rock-hard erection, and plunges it into my waiting sheath. His cock drives into my soaking wet cunt again and again bring me to the most mind blowing climax ever."
 
It shall be done!

I smile knowingly at you and say, "Hmmm. Interesting."

I then snap my fingers and say, "It shall be done."

My body fades away into darkness and suddenly you feel a rush of energy. Colors, images, things, swirling around you. It spins at incredible speed until a picture finally comes to view.

You are in a locker room and a brown haired 18-year-old is sitting on a wooden bench. He is quite muscular (at least from what you can tell from underneath his pads) and his light-brown eyes are mesmerizing.

You look down at yourself and realize your body is a tiny bit smaller than it was before, but you're still "equipped." You seem to be dressed in an orange and white cheerleaders outfit. You gently breathe in deeply, smelling the musky scent of sweat in the air. You can't tell whether it's sexy or whether it's disgusting.

The captain of the football team smiles at you and says, "Hey baby. Are you supposed to be in here?"

You smile back and innocently bat your eyelashes, saying, "No...But don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Well, I dunno. That's kind of a big secret for me to keep. Shouldn't you give me something in return?"

A sly grin came across both of your faces. You step over to him and straddle his muscular leg and purr in his ear, "What did you have in mind?"

He snickers and says, "Why don't you tell me?"

You grin and say, "Okay then. Why don't you take off those pads and lie down on the bench for me?"

He carefully slips off his jersey and then takes off his pads. He strips down to nothing but his boxers and lays flat on his back, on the bench.

You stand at your feet, fully clothed, admiring the tent his seemingly large cock makes in his blue cotton boxers.

What will you do next?
 
I assist him out of his undergarment to reveal his impressive erection. The sight of it makes me damp with excitement.

I begin to stroke him causing a shiver to run through his magnificent body. He reaches for me, but I step back, wanting to prolong the exquisite torture.

I raise my skirt to give him an unobstructed view of my pussy. The naked desire written in his eyes encouraging me to continue my pursuit.

With slow deliberation, I straddle his body, and slide his throbbing cock into my eager sheath. I begin the rhythmic dance, keeping tempo to the cheers of those around us. Their volume increases apace with our rising desire.

Suddenly a new voice rises above the others, "What on Earth is going on in here?"

The look on the dean's face is everything I'd hoped for.
 
The dean walks in and the football player yells, "Ack!", as he quickly runs off somewhere into the locker room.

The dean growls with an angry expression on his face. He grabs you by the arm and says, "You're coming with me to the office, young lady!"

You quickly get dressed and afterwards, he grabs you by the arm, taking you to the office.

You walk out of the locker room and into the hall, while he still keeps a firm grip on your left arm. His charcoal suit makes a "swishing" noise as you quickly step through the school. Eventually you get to his office and he throws you down in the chair, then spins around to sit at his office desk.

"What they HELL were you doing back there?!", he yells.

He then rants on and on, and of course, you're not paying attention. He then claps his hands in front of your dreamy-eyed face and asks you, "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"

He scowls, then says, "I'm calling your parents."

"No. Nooooo, not that. Pleeeeease", you whine.

He growls again and picks up the phone. In response, you whine even louder, "Pleeease, I'll do anything. Just don't call my parents."

He lets off a slight grunt and asks, "Anything?"

You nervously smile and nod.

"Fine", he says, "Come over here...And take your skirt and panties off. I'm giving you a spanking, you little whore."

You didn't expect him to ask you for this request and you're a bit nervous of getting caught. Nevertheless, you stagger over to his desk, quickly removing your undergarments. After this, he quickly grabs you by the neck and takes you over his knee. THWAP! He smacks you hard on the ass, making it turn red. You whimper and cry, your pussy getting wetter by the second. THWAP! THWAP! He smacks your ass twice, then palms one of the cheeks in his hand. THWAP!

"You whore. No one fucks a cunt like you in this school and gets away with it!"

THWAP!

"I'm going to fuck you, you stupid twat."

THWAP!

"And you're going to like it or else I'm going to call your parents.

THWAP! He gives your ass one final smack that somehow hurts the most out of all of them. You yell out in pain and he quickly puts his hand over your mouth to block the sound.

You whimper, stand to your feet and begin to take off your top. He look down at the bulge in his charcoal suit as he quickly unbuckles his belt.

What next?
 
I watch as he unbuckles his pants and frees his manhood. He bends me none to gently over his desk, and drives his cock into the hilt. My dripping cunt begins to spasm as he plunges again and again. His hands grab my well-abused ass cheeks, causing me to cry out.

"Tell me how much you like it, you little whore, tell me now," he demanded.

I could barely form a coherent word, but whatever I said must have pleased him, because he didn't ask again.

The tension was building at frantic rate. I could feel my muscles begin to tense, and tiny shocks radiate from the core of my being. The sensations were rising up and then crashing over me in waves. Then I felt him reach his climax as well. My cunt milked him as he shot load after load into my waiting cunt.
 
Your job

The dean groans as he cums deep in your twat. After his cock finishes its throbbing, he gives your ass one final smack...And then everything becomes black again and you are kneeling in front of me naked.

"Did you enjoy your little fantasy?" I ask and you reply with a nod.

"Now that I've given you your fantasy, you must fulfill a wish of mine. Can you tell me about what exactly you do in public relations consultation? Who do you work for? Do you have any co-workers? Tell me the absolute truth. I know when you are lying..."
 
I help others to improve their public image. I work for a small, exclusive firm. And I have five co-workers, including the secretary/receptionist.
 
Your instructions.

I smile and say, "Tomorrow at work I want you to wear the tightest dress you have. And if you don't have one, then there's a place at the mall called Frederick's of Hollywood. Buy the tightest one they have, there. Wear whatever top you deem to be appropriate, but make sure it reveals plenty of cleavage. You are not to wear panties or a bra whatsoever. Once you have your clothes ready, I will contact you with further instructions."

I snap my fingers and a white light sparks around me, much like a bright camera flash, and it envelopes all of the darkness around us. You are surrounded by a blinding white light, which suddenly begins to take shape and color. It begins to take the shape of what appears to be your room. Then you wake up and find that your crotch is incredibly damp and one of your breasts seems to have "popped" out of your red-plaid pajama top, which you bought from the Gap.

You look to the mirror in front of your bed, wondering if you're still in a dream...What next?
 
I stood before the mirror and gave myself a mental shake. What an odd dream, I thought to myself. Looking at the clock I realized it wouldn't do me any good to try to go back to sleep. So I decided to get ready and go into the office a little early.

I showered quickly, fixed my hair and make-up, then went to my closet. I started to pull out the suit I had chosen the night before, then paused. For some reason the suit just wasn't right. I put it back and grabbed my short black skirt instead. After selecting a red clingy sweater that buttoned up the front to go with it, I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. I had very firm breasts and didn't need to wear a bra, so I usually didn't. Today was no exception. I debated for quite some time about the hosiery, but grabbed the black silk stockings.

I dressed myself quickly, pausing again over the stockings. Strange, I thought, as I pulled them on and slipped into my black pumps. I grabbed a pop tart from the kitchen and headed out the door.

I was the first to arrive at the office, and settled in to go through some old notes.
 
Are you bisexual?

(On an OOC note: Just to let you know, if you're not bisexual, then my character won't force you to have sex with a woman...Don't worry.)

You get into your green Ford Explorer and begin to drive to work. Traffic is rather slow as you come to a congested stop light. You suddenly feel a slight chill on your left side, so you shiver and look to the left to see if you accidentally left the window or the vent open...You didn't.

Then I appear next to you, sitting in the front passenger-side seat. You're frightened at first and ask, "How did you get in here?"

I smile and say, "I have my ways. Don't worry, though. Nobody but you can see me."

My clothes also seem to have changed. I am now wearing a pair of loose docker's khakis and a forest green shirt underneath a black leather jacket.

"I'm glad to see you did as I told you to do. When you get to your job, I want you to seduce your boss...or any other co-worker approved by me. I want you to allow that person to do whatever he or she deems appropriate. Speaking of which, are you bisexual?"

[Edited by Nathyn on 09-27-2000 at 01:23 PM]
 
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