Strange Dreams

The iron shackles were cold about her wrists as unseen hands pulled upon a rope and her legs were lifted high into the air. From her upside down position she could barely catch the movements of a dark robed figure as he picked up some unfamiliar object and swung it toward her. Suddenly pain filled her mind and....

Mandy awakened with a gasp to find her body covered with sweat. Her breath was ragged and her heart pounding. Slowly, carefully, she reached to feel her back where she was almost certain she would find welts. When she felt none she she relaxed only slightly and began willing her heartrate back toward normal. The dream scared her in a way nothing had ever done before, not only because of it's dark nature, but because it wasn't the first she'd had.

Mandy's dark dreams had started about a week ago, the first had been simply strange, even erotic, with her kneeling before a dark robed man, his hard cock dangling at eye level. He had gripped her hair forcing her to give him a blow job and to drink every drop of what had seemed like a flood of cum. When she woke up that night she was shivering, but incredibly horny. Since Steve was away from town on business, she fingered herself to several shattering orgasms before slipping back off to blissfull slumber. The second dream came three days later, that time she awoke with her heart pounding after dreaming about following the same dark-robed man down a flight of stairs into a room that could only be described as a dungeon. That time she had very carefully checked herself for marks from the shackles that had been around her hands and feet and had found none. Still, the vivid reality of the dream had frightened her and excited her. After several hours of lying awake with Steve asleep next to her she had managed to slide back into a blissfull dreamless slumber. The last dream had come yesterday, this time she had dreamed about being chained to a table, her face covered by some soft material. As she lay there, strange hands had touched and investigated every inch of her body, strange objects had been pushed into her pussy and ass, and rough fingers had played with her cunt, bringing her shudderingly close to orgasm. Finally the fingers had stopped and she remembered thinking that it was over, then a sudden pain had exploded from her left breast and she had awakened screaming. Steve had been kind and gentle after that, easing her fears and helping return to slumber. Still, the dream had remained with her all day today, and now a stranger darker dream had awakened her once again.

Eventually, she managed to drift back off to sleep, determined to find the meaning of these dreams before they drove her mad. The next morning Mandy set out to find the cause of her strange and frightening dreams. Her first stop of the day was to a local psychiatrist who had been recommended to her by a friend she had confided in. He was a kind man who quietly listened to her problem and told her that her dreams were an indication of possible sexual abuse as a child or that some darker part of her mind was living out fantasies that her conscious mind was afraid to consider. After leaving his office Mandy felt even more confused about her dreams than she had before entering. She was sure that neither of her parents had ever molested her as a child, and was equally as sure that the chains and whips in her dreams were not something from her own subconscious, she knew little of these things, but was certain that she had NEVER had any such desires, and had never heard of some of the strange items she had so vividly dreamed about. As the day wore on her mind became more and more restless, constantly searching for some answer to her strange dilemna. Finally, as she headed home, mentally exhausted and afraid of what her mind might see that night, she noticed a small shop bearing the sign PSYCIC advisor, Psychic readings, Tarot cards and DREAM interpretation. The word DREAM flared in her mind as if it were on fire and she almost wrecked her car crossing two lanes of traffic to arrive at her intended destination. Her hands were shaking as she climbed from her car and headed to the front entrance to the shop. Steeling her courage she climbed the stairs to the front door of the small two-story house that had been converted to a shop by it's owner. Hesitantly she nocked, for long moments she waited, quiet thoughts whirling about what sort of dark and mysterious, or completely flakey person must run an establishment of this sort. She was almost ready to give the whole thing up when the door cracked open and before her stood a man. Not a dark imposing creature at all, but a slightly balding middle aged man in his early 40's. He was tall, but with the bookish look of someone who spends all their time at the library, certainly not the stereotypical member of the metaphysical community. "How may I be of service?" he asked in a strong yet reassuring voice. Suddenly she trusted him as if he were someone she'd known for years. "I've been having some very troubling dreams lately, and I was hoping that you'd be able to help me find a way to be rid of them." "I'll do what I can Madaam. Why don't you come inside and I'll make you some tea while you tell me about it." And so she did, without missing a single detail, she told him about everything that had happened in her dreams, and even how some of them had left her excited while others had left her scared. When she had finished telling her story he asked her for her date of birth and took her cup of tea. She almost laughed when he began examining the tea leaves, but something in his manner kept her quiet. When he had finished he put the cup down and said, "As you probably know, you are a gemini, the twins. Usually that is only an indication of who you are, but in this case it is the literal truth. From what you have told me of yourself I must assume that the two of you were seperated at birth, and from the tea leave I can tell you that she is nearby, certainly somewhere in the city. From my reasearch I have discovered that when one twin has strong emotions about something it can affect the other twin, especially if they are located fairly close to one another. Therefore I must assume that the things which are causeing your dreams are actually happening to your twin sister, and that the psychic echos are intruding upon your mind when it is most receptive, and that is when you are dreaming. If you would like I believe that I can help you, if you will allow me to hypnotize you I should be able to take you back to last nights dream and allow you to view it in it's entirety, this will help strengthen your psychic bond with your sister so that, if you desire, we will be able to go back and view the previous dreams in their entirety as well. Also, should you desire, I will give you a post hypnotic suggestion that will keep you from having any more of these dreams."

Mandy thought about it for several minutes before she decided, "It scares me just to think about it, but I'd like to try, I NEED toe know what's happening to my sister and if I can help her. So, what do we do now, do you want me to lie down or something?" In a very calm measured voice he replied, "No, just sit there and relax...concentrate on my voice and relax...inhale... exhale...relax." Although she scarcely believed it, Mandy found herself relaxing more and more until she found herself floating with only his voice directing her. Slowly he directed her to turn back her mind, returning it to the very beginning of her dream from the previous night, only this time she realized that it wasn't truly happening to her. As the "dream" started again she found herself trying to rush somewhere, but her progress was hampered by a chain that reached between her legs and a strange device that held her arms and hands immobile behind her back, it also made her breasts stick out in an most obscene manner. There was something wrapped around her neck, and somehow she new that it was a collar. As she came to the end of the hallway the now-familiar dark robed figure stepped out in front of her and caught her in his arms. A strong, almost familiar voice, said, "That's five slave, do you want them now or shall we save then?" She felt herself saying, "Now Master." in a meek whisper of a voice. With that the man stepped behind her and released her arms from their imprisionment, then he led her through a doorway and down a set of stairs she remembered from her second dream. When they arrived at the center of the room he said a single word, "Tertius" and she bent over, her legs spread wide and her hands touching the floor. From that point he applied shackles to her hands and held her feet wide apart with a metal bar with leather cuffs attached. Then he was lifting her feet, just as she remembered, and what came next shocked her back into wakefullness just as it had 15 to 20 hours earlier. When she awoke she was confused, had her twin sister done all this willingly, had she been brainwashed or blackmailed into it??? So many unanswered questions.

After getting the name(Joe) of her newfound benefactor, she discussed everything with him only to remain thoroughly confused. Finally she asked him to take her back to the previous dream but he refused saying that her mind and body needed rest. She didn't want to admit it but she realize that he was right so, finally, she went home. Her sleep that night was restless, but no more strange nightmares troubled her dreams, just as Joe had promised. The next day she wanted to rush over and find out a little more of what was going on with her sister, but life(as it invariably does) got in the way. By the time she was able to get back over to the little occult shop it was almost 5:00 and the only thing of significance she'd accomplished all day was to phone her parents and verify that she had if fact been adopted. The house felt almost familiar as Joe led her to the small study where he'd talked to her the previous day. This time the hypnosis proved much easier and within minutes she was entering the strange world of her third dream. This time she was kneeling before her dark clad tormentor as he spoke to her, "This will be your final test before I accept you as my new slave, remain silent until I remove this hood, then I will ask you if you still wish to be my slave, if you say yes I will collar you and accept you as my slave, understood?" She nodded silently and a black hood of some sort was pulled over her head. Then a hand gripped one of her nipples tightly and lead her through a door into another room. Her nipple was in agony by the itme he released it, then he ordered her to climb onto a table and lie on her back. Shortly she could feel his hands pulling her arms and legs into leather restraints, immobilizing her on that table with her legs spread such that both her pussy and ass were easily accessible. The hood actually muffled sound and for a long time she heard nothing, then, suddenly, he touched her breasts, caressing them with his hands he played with them until she could feel both nipples become hard as rocks. Then, gripping them tightly, he pulled on them stretching both of her average size breasts upward and toward each other, the pain was great but she bit her tongue and persevered and soon her body responded in it's own unexpected way, the pain was mixed with pleasure. Suddenly his hands were gone and for long minutes she wondered what was going to happen next. Then she felt his fingers touch her ass and something slippery being applied, she thought he was going to enter her virgin asshole but that wasn't his plan, suddenly something hard was being inserted into her, it was cold and hard and she involuntarily gasped into her mask. Then she felt a wierd rushing sensation and suddenly she realized that she was being given an enema. At first it simply felt odd, vaguely uncomfortable and a little warm, then the first cramp hit her and she was straining against her bonds moaning loudly. For interminable minutes the water flowed into her, filling her stomagh to a strange hardness that scared her. The cramps were the worst part, they came unexpectedly and made her feel like her insides were being tied in knots. A couple times she tried to expell the strange intuder in her ass, but something held it tightly in place. Finally, during a cramp that she thought would drive her insane, he removed it and she could feel the water he had trapped insider her explode from her bowels. It felt so good she thanked him aloud before remembering her place, then she remained silent as she emptied herself and gentle feminine hands cleaned and dried her pussy, legs and ass. Idly she wondered whos the hands might be, but after the enema nothing seemed to surprise or scare her. When the unknown woman was finished HIS hands returned and began to earnestly explore her body, almost every inch was explored carefully, lovingly, then something cold and large was pressed into her pussy and another object was thrust into her ass. For a long moment she was afraid she was going to be given another enema, but both objects were removed and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then came a touch she felt throughout her whole body, gentle fingers were playing with her still exposed cunt, she could feel every inch of her body shiver with excitement, an excitement no other lover had ever been able to give her before. Slowly, carefully, he brought her closer and closer to orgasm, her whole body was insane with passion when he stopped playing with her and she knew somehow that it was over, that there would be no orgasm for her. That was when her left breast exploded in pain and she found herself wide awake and breathing heavily on Joe's couch. At first she wanted to explain it to him, but he assured her that he knew why she was so excited and suggested that she return home and take a shower, tomorrow they would tackle another dream. Reluctantly she withdrew from his house and returned home and showered off before Steve got home.

That night she was restless and tense and argued with Steve several times before she kicked him out of her apartment for being an indecisive, insensitive clod. The next morning she was feeling anxious so she called Joe and arranged for an early session, he agreed and by 10AM she was back in his house. He was dressed in a black turtleneck and pants that made her immediately flash to the man in her dreams, but she immediately realized how silly it was to think such a thing. Still, an erie feeling passed through her as she passed a closed door on the way to his study. Minutes later she slipped back into her dream world. This time she was kneeling before him, she was completely naked without the now familiar collar around her neck. Somehow she felt strangely uncomfortable without it's familiar presence, she didn't really understand it but for some reason she wanted the feeling of being owned that came with the collar. It was then that the man in her dreams spoke and broke her internal reverie, "If you accept these shackles and this collar I will take you as my slave in training, by accepting them you make yourself mine to train, mine to do with as I will, and if you obey me and learn your place I will accept you as my permanent slave. Do you want this slave?" She found herself nodding with her twin sister, and feeling some small elation as he placed the collar about her neck and the chains around her wrists and ankles. With that he led her through a door and down into his dungeon. When Mandy woke back up she felt a little empty, as if she'd suddenly lost something that was VERY important to her, she just HAD to know who this man was that was changing her life without her ever having actually met him. She just hoped beyond hope that her final dream might reveal his unknown identity. She didn't want to go home or wait until the next day, she wanted to know IMMEDIATELY, but Joe refused her strongly telling her that if they failed she would never remember the dream. However, if she wanted to risk it he would let her return that evening for a final session. She felt a tinge of regret as she left his place and headed home, but her anticipation of that night overrode it all and the time between when she left and when she arrived home seemed to drag on endlessly. Once she got there her apartment felt empty and lifeless, eventually she left again, just to escape the place and find something to divert her until evening. She found what she was looking for in a small adult bookstore in one of the seedier downtown districts, it wasn't much of a place, and the men all eyed her as if she were a piece of meat or something, but she ignored them and went to the area that they kept the leather and other S&M fettish wear. Her eyes devoured everything in the area, cringing at some items like the whips and shiny nipple clamps, but longing to wear others like the cuffs and collars. Then a sudden inspiration struck her and she carefully chose a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and purchased them from the owner. Returning home she tried each item on, experiencing firsthand how it felt against her skin, getting more and more excited as each item went on. When she began to play with herself her orgasms came quick and hard, each one more earthshattering than the one before, until exhausted she drifted off into sleep. It was almost 7:30 when she woke up, it was a 15 minute drive over there so all she had time to do was slip into her clothes, grab her new toys, and rush over to Joe's. When she arrived Joe listened patiently while she told him of her plan to wear these items while he hypnotized her so that her link to her dreams would be even stronger, she also told him she wanted to be naked for it since that was the way she had been in all her dreams. Joe resisted at first, stating that he was afraid her state of undress would break his concentration, but she won the argument by simply pulling off her skirt and blouse and showing him all her assets. She was a little surprised at herself too, but her mind was made up, she had to know what was in her first dream. She was so nervous that she had trouble getting the clasps to go together properly until Joe gave her a hand and got everything straightened out. Then she took her first tenuous chained steps and followed Joe down the hallway and into his study. When she entered the room she gasped in startled surprise, standing before her was a mirror image of herself, a manacled beauty that had to be her twin sister. With chain bound steps she rushed to her sister and tried to hug her, only to be halted by her own manacles. Finally she gave up and kissed her sister, then she turned around and knelt and said, "Please MASTER, take me for your slave as you have my sister." Joe simply laughed, a delightful amused laugh, and said, "Certainly Mandy, although it looks like I'll have to change my tests since you've already experienced them. You should make a wonderful pair once I have you trained...So ladies, shall I show you my dungeon?" With a delghted, "Yes Master" Mandy and Shelly followed their master downstairs and into their new life...