Dream A Little Dream Of You!

Have you ever had a dream that you woke up from and had the most definte feeling that it really happened? Well, I did just that a couple of nights ago and it left me scared and excited all at the same time.

That night started out like any normal night, and I was browsing away on the Internet. That's when I noticed a new IM had come in and it was Mistress Sassa. As I typed out a reply, I realized that my hands had started to shake and my palms started to sweat. I don't know why they do that, but they do. It's either some kind of conditioned response, or maybe my hands know something that I don't.

Mistress Sassa was between calls that night and said she saw that I was signed in, so she decided to send me a few pictures that I'd been bugging her for. I had promised y'all to show you how beautiful Mistress Sassa was, and I've been beggin' for a nice pic of her to post here in the blog. So before I finish this story about the dream, here she is!

She's awesome, isn't she? No wonder my hands get sweaty. So back to my story. After she sent me the pictures, we chatted for a little while, and that's when Mistress said she was going to go get herself a drink. I think she drinks those mint julep things that all Southern Belles drink, but I didn't have a chance to ask her, because when she got back, she told me that it would be real impolite of me to let her drink alone, and so I was going to be drinking with her. I told her that all I had was some tequila, but she told me to get that and pour one for myself. After I finished the first one, she told me to have another. Then another. And another.

Well, I'm kinda a wimp when it comes to alcohol, so it wasn't long before I was kinda tipsy and having to type everything 2 or 3 times to get it right. While she got me snookered, we chatted about how I hadn't been allowed to have an orgasm in a coon's age. The last time we had a call, she took me right on up to the edge of one and then, bang, she told me to stop playin' with myself. I've been in a pretty sorry state ever since then, and I've been gettin' really excited at the drop of a hat. Drinkin' the tequila sure wasn't helping me any. When I drink, I tend to turn into a horny little thing anyway, but going so long without an orgasm makes it a million times worse.

She started talking about things that she knew would get me going, and she was giggling and totally enjoying what she was doing to me. She already knows all my little hot buttons, because I can't keep my stupid little mouth shut when she asks me about my fetishes. I swear she must write them all down, cause she doesn't ever forget a single one of 'em. I'm sure y'all will find out what they are too, since Mistress just told me I'm supposed to start writing about 'em in here. It wasn't too long before she had a call comin' in and had to leave. I always hate to see her go, but it was probably a good thing that night, because between being tipsy and having my defenses down, It was really getting hard to keep from rubbin' my poor clitty. which I wasn't allowed to do either. It was gettin' kinda late anyway, so I turned off the computer and pretty much just fell onto the bed and passed out.

Next thing I know, the alarm is going off, waking me up out of one of those dreams where you have to lay there and think for a few minutes to see if it was a dream or if it was really happenin'. From what I can remember about it, I can tell ya that it was about Mistress Sassa. I dreamed I was stayin' in a spare room at her house. I think I wasn't able to leave, but I don't remember if I had a chain on my ankle or if I was just locked in the room. But what was happenin' was that every day, Mistress would bring me out and sit me in either a kitchen chair or lay me on this cool massage table she has, and then she'd tie me onto them so I couldn't get up or hardly even struggle.

When I was tied down good and tight, either she or a friend of hers that she invited over would start workin' on me. One time she had her friend, who worked in a salon doing that permanent makeup stuff, tattoo heavy black eyeliner and shadow on my eyes, and when she was done with that, she did the same thing to my lips, but since this was a dream, I really can't remember the colors she used. She also waxed and plucked my brows into thin little arched lines. The dream is a little fuzzy now, but I know that every day, I got something new done to me. One time, it was Mistress Sassa, who injected something into my lips, leaving them looking even fatter than the lips that Octomom woman has. I was told that those would be coming in handy soon. On another day, I got these really long acrylic nails put on, and I was told I'd be sorry if I broke any of them. I remember the color on those though. They were pink. I know that I also had all the hair between my legs removed. Both Mistress and her friend worked me over pretty good, and Mistress was just about to start workin' on my hair when I woke up. I have no idea what she was plannin' to do to it, but I'm sure it was gonna be impressive, since she told me a few times before how much she loves doin' people's hair.

I believe that dreams usually mean something important, so I keep wondering what this dream meant. Was it just because of all the tequila I drank that night? Mistress Sassa told me when I first submitted to her that she had big plans for me. Am I seeing my future with this dream? It's got me more than a little bit nervous, cross my heart and hope to die. Every night since then I've tried to get the dream to come back so I can see the ending, but I can't get the dream to come back again. To be honest, I'm disappointed that it hasn't. The original dream mighta been kinda scary, but I was pretty danged excited when I woke up.

I guess I'll wait and see what Mistress thinks about it, and what she thinks it might mean. I'm way overdue to call her, and maybe I'll finally get to have that orgasm before I break down and start begging and saying the magic "anything" word to her.

There's one last thing I wanted to say before I go. Y'all really should call Mistress and do some playin'. You'll love it, and maybe you can keep her busy so she isn't bored and wantin' to get me drunk as a skunk again. Y'all see what happened the last time. Sometime in the next couple of days I'll be putting up a call button here in the blog to make it easy for you to find her whenever ya get the itch.

Debi Mae