1776 BDSM party nightmare

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Dec. 10, 2003

 

Went to bed as soon as I got home yesterday, had a heart-pounding
nightmare:

It was about going to a BDSM party with my Sweetie.

throm was leading big shirtless hairy men around on leashes,
while they wore these creepy flesh-colored masks that piped in
nitrous or something. Sweetie was one of his pets for a little while,
and then he bought a mask & gas tanks from throm and was tinkering
around with the gas valve in the mouth of the mask.

In the meantime, I was adding a lasagne to the potluck spread.
Rkentpseth's Michael was there, I think it was his red wine that I drank.
I ate and also drank 2 glasses of wine, and then I was sitting on the
floor in a living room, unable to move. This Yankee-sounding domme I
couldn't see and hadn't seen before I found myself sitting on the
floor was behind me, giving me orders and I was apparently on roofies
or whatever, because I couldn't move or even talk enough to
say "lady, you got the wrong gal!"

Yankee Domme kept tying this wet gauzy muslin type fabric over my
face & around my neck and giving me orders & calling me names and I
just sat there helplessly. She finally gave up, saying something
like "Well, you won. You didn't respond at all!" She got up and
walked out of the room, I just saw her back as she left all mad.

Then I was finally able to move, but I couldn't stand up. I was
crawling down a hallway, trying to find someone to ask for help. I
got to a place in the hallway where there were some downward-bound
stairs on the left an a pastel bedroom on the right. Inside the
bedroom was a girl in some frilly girly PJs. I was trying to
say "help me, call 911" and I couldn't speak, I was just making all
these horrible noises.

Then I woke up.

Gah.

Worst. Nightmare. Ever.