So I had this weird dream last night about my Master and I, so I thought I'd share! :)
We were bicycling in this big group for some reason, and at some point we broke away from them and walked our bikes into this really big grove in the woods. The trees and bushes made a thickly walled dome and there was some kind of lighting pointed at the center. There were people sitting all around the edge in a circle, and I could tell they were there for some kind of pitch - and my Master was giving it.
We walked towards the far end which concealed a little room. I was made to sit in it and remove my clothing while he went out and addressed the crowd. I stripped down to nothing except my collar and waited patiently, not able to concentrate on what he was saying.
Soon he was back in the little room and grabbing my wrist and some equipment. He pulled me out in front of the group and pushed me to the ground. The lights were focused on that one spot, so I couldn't see anyone's faces except Sir's, which was surrounded by a yellowish glow.
He ordered me to lie face-down with my head toward the back and my rear toward the crowd. I did as commanded, and heard a click as he attached my collar to some ring in the forest floor. He then stood over me and started beating my ass with a thick leather crop. I tried to be quiet, but I loved the pain so much and my body writhed around of its own accord. Little sounds came out of my throat and I thought about how every person in the room was watching me, naked, as Sir painted bright red welts across my flesh.
The beating continued for a few minutes, driving every thought out of my head except the onlooking crowd and Sir wielding his leather. Soon, I was unlatched from the ground and told to sit up and face them. I did so, and woke up.
I wish that dream had continued long enough for me to see their reactions! :p
Later, kittens!
-Maitresse Kitty
P.S. - the third part of the Trucker story is posted on my Literotica account here.
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