17.1010-0800 Dreams - 'Fight Club'

@25.0621-1215.35 by Atx

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Dear Marla,

A few days ago I told Lorraine about my occasional yet recurring dream of being encased in transparent latex and strapped onto a Sybian. I'm blindfolded but can hear a large group of very raucous people all around me in something like a small sporting arena. The setting is reminiscent of "Fight Club" with Brad Pitt. The crowd noise ratched up several notches as the screws were being removed from the lid of my shipping container. My blindfold is still on but my phallus gag is removed and replaced with an o-ring gag that prevents me from closing my mouth. Apparently they also attach a microphone which broadcasts the sounds of my orgasmic screams through the P.A. system speakers. I don't know where we I am or what is going to happen other than I can heard a crowd growing wild.

When I feel the two phalluses being stuffed into me I immediately know what is happening. They have paid to watch me do this and cheer me on with each of the oh-so-many orgasm as I struggled with my bonds for what seems like the longest hour in my life. I sweat so much that huge 'puddles' form under the transparent latex and it begins to find the leaks in my suit. Afterward, while stiil bound to the infernal machine, they give me cash tips based on the number and quality based of my endurance and performance. Then I am returned to my shipping crate, the o-ring is removed and is replaced with a complex harness gag which has a watering tube. (I am very dehydrated.) Then the lid is screwed back on.

Nothing happens for a while -- the crate does not move. Inside it I can only hear the muffled sounds of the still very noisy crowd. Mistress likes to linger for a while to schmooz with friends. The patrons are always very generous with their cash tips. Hevea and I can make $4-5000 in one hour merely by having my brains fucked out in front of them!

Afterwards, I'm sore as hell for a day or two and don't even think about sex for a week or so. But, eventually, Hevea puts me back into training. I'm back to mounting the Sybian every day at 3pm for 1/2 hour of it set tp 'random' speed. It gets old after a while, but that is all part of The Grind and I am expected to deal with it. After a few weeks of my training she calls her agent to get me another booking. She'd heard of a sex club in Denver that has events like this. Maybe she would explore that.

"Oh, that's an interesting dream, Thalia!" Said Lorrane."Did you do this often?"

I replied. "It's a bit murky, but, apparently, Hevea wants me to be some sort a quasi-professional 'rubber-gasmic athlete'."

Lorraine smiled, then giggled, "Can I have your autograph?" We laughed.

"I've had other, similar recurring dreams on and off over the years, as well. In another, I am in a vertical vacbed mounted on the wall in a fancy frame. One time I was in a large room crammed with legal office interns working at their computers. I was on display on the wall for all to see. Somehow, my struggling in the vacbed up on the wall all day long was supposed to inspire them. I never figured out the logic. There is a strategically placed vibrator. It has a remote control which makes it's way the desks of the interns to play with. They drive me crazy all day long. They each try to make me cum. There is no rest. I'm told they even had a betting pool on my orgasms." I said.

"Wow". Said Lorraine. "You have such, er...." She stuggled for words. She began again. "You have have such a uniquely rich and fascinating inner kink life! Any other dreams like that?"

"Well," I replied. "Yeah, there are many. There was, for example, a scenario involving me being put in full latex with gag and blindfold and then strapped to a St. Andrew's cross at a busy adults-only convention in Chicago. I was a 'gimmick' to get people to stop by a vendor's booth. There was a sign on me that says 'grope me'. I could hear heavy foot traffic walk past me all day long. Most people gave me a little pat but there were always a few who pinched a nipple.... or worse. Someone showed me a cellphone video of a boy, maybe 11-12 years old, feeling my crotch while on the cross.

The details of the dreams change, of course, but the basic theme is usually a container-bondage endurance theme with lots of latex and lots of orgasms.