Hidden Slave - On Hold - Ongoing

Chapter One - The Dream State

Chapter One

Mel gazed up into her Mistress’s eyes, begging to satisfy the growing lust she felt from being in the dungeon. Her Mistress met her eyes with no emotion, but Mel was able to see through the tight vinyl top her Mistress wore. She saw her Mistress’s nipples became erect, destroying her harsh look. Her Mistress stroked through her long auburn hair and looked down at Mel with critical eyes.

Mel’s Mistress stood from her leather throne and grasped several items from the dungeons walls. She handed the items to Mel, and knowing the consequences for dawdling, Mel took them hastily. She placed her leather collar around her neck, and raised the leash out towards her Mistress, taking up the Kneel and Present position and growing ready for her punishment.

Thwack. Thwack.

Two slaps landed their deadly blow right on Mel’s rear and exposed lips. She bit her lip, but did not move from her position. The pain would only grow worse if she moved without being instructed to. She felt her nipples tightening from the pain and pleasure, her degrading position only increasing her arousal.

"Good Pet. You have learnt well." Her Mistress took the leash from her hands and fastened it to the metal ring on the collar. She pushed Mel’s face deep within the exposed warmth between her legs.

Without speaking a word Mel began flicking her Mistress’s clit, and placed a finger deep in her sex, moving it slowly at first, and then gaining speed when her Mistress would reach an orgasm.

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Mel sat up fast from her bed, screaming out loudly in shock and horror to the events she had experienced in her dream. She gripped her heart, taking in slow and steady breaths to calm it. She looked under her blanket, only to gasp in disbelief. Her sheets were stained with the moistness of pleasure she had experienced from the dream.

She could feel something inside her that accepted what had happened and had not wanted it to end, and it only added to her fear. How could she find pleasure in such acts? What was wrong with her?

It was always the same dreams and the same woman that appeared in them. Why did she dream about the same woman every night and why were they always about being her slave? Why would she want to be someone’s slave? Why a woman? She didn’t feel any attraction to women, but yet her dream Mistress always left her sheets marked with the all too present pleasure she forced on her in her dream state.

Mel shook her head fast and hard, trying to shake the feeling of bliss from her body. I am not lesbian! I am straight and always will be! I have to stop thinking these dreams are real! They’re not! I need to get some serious help! She thought in anger, the ecstasy running through her veins still strong.

She looked to the clock on her beside table, hoping it wasn’t too early, but it showed her that it was 3.04am. With a sigh of annoyance she fell back into bed, gripping the sides of her head. “Now I’ll be exhausted for my date with Kale. It’s our one year anniversary for goodness sakes!” She slapped a palm hard to her forehead and groaned. “Why couldn’t I just have one night of straight sleep? That would have been too easy wouldn’t it! Damn dreams!” There was no way she could get through a full day of work, and then go on their date.

Mel worked at one of the largest casinos in the world; the Skyline Blue. It was a prestigious casino and hotel that catered for the high-class tourists and businessmen. The job paid really well, but the work was hard. She was one of the very few employees that could work in several areas of the casino. She had her RSA and RSG which meant she could work in the bar or pokies area. She knew how to waitress, and she even did a little housekeeping when the other maids were too overloaded and needed a hand. But she always spent her shift being Mr. Jones’s personal assistant and she hated every minute of it.

Mr. Jones was a very old and arrogant man, and always made advances towards Mel every chance he got. Every time she went into work on a Monday after her weekends off, more of the man’s hairline seemed to have receded. There was so little left of the small tuft of grey hair on his skull. He always wore high-class business suits and had a large beer belly, only making him look more repulsive to her. The man knew that she had a boyfriend but it did nothing to deter him, not even her saying no made him stop. She would have reported the man a long time ago, but she really needed her job and the money it gave her. She couldn’t afford to live any other way.

Rubbing her temples Mel got out of bed. “I guess if I can’t sleep I might as well work on Mr. Jones’s speech for the charity event next week.” She walked into her study and got underway with the speech.

She tried to ignore the warmth still igniting her loins and the pleasure pulsing through her veins, but it was hard. With a sigh she went back to her bedroom and grabbed her phone to text Kale.

They’d known each other for four years as bestfriends before he'd asked her out. They'd been going out a year now and he knew her well after all this time. She knew he wouldn’t complain at being woken up by a text from her at this time of the morning. He always jumped at the chance to get early morning booty, as he called it. He loved her extreme libido and never complained at the chance to pleasure her, no matter the time of day or night. His skill and knowledge always helped release her tension after her slave-like nightmares; this morning would be no different. Now all she had to do was wait for him.