DayDreaming
by zandra
I open my eyes and am surprised to see it was not a dream.  It is real.  You are real.  I am really clamped firmly inside of these stocks.  My legs are spread widely.  They are bound by this contraption to allow for little if any movement. I am bent forward, my arms stretched in front of me.  My wrists are locked into place in front of me.  My head is clamped inside of this stock.  A lock and chain dangle downward, a reminder of my captivity.  My udders, as i have adjusted to thinking of them, are  drawn tightly into their own special stock.  They are locked in tightly at the base, squeezing them so that they bulge out.  Cups are firmly attached to the nipples facilitating pumping periodically

You have taken everything from me.  I am a shell, waiting to be filled up by You.  I long for the filling of each of my holes, the completeness that I feel as You invade me. I am nothing without You and everything with You.  My only independent thoughts are of my desire for You.  I can remember a time when it was not like this.  My brain was full all the time.  But now, it is empty save for the thoughts You choose to implant.

And now, i awaken once again. It was just a dream.  I am wrapped in the safety of my bed.  No stockade remains.  There are no locks or chains.  My body is my own. My mind belongs to me once again.  I am free.

Or am i ???????
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