Chapter Thirty One
Nocturnal Submissions
I know for a fact that this is a dream. Despite being deeply asleep I recognize its regular recurrence. Indeed I have this dream nearly every night, and as always I greet it eagerly. I can’t believe my luck at being with Mistress yet again.
This is the only name I have for her, and the only name she needs. My ultimate dream Mistress is some kind of mythical super-being, with attributes that are both elastic (more on that later) and impossible for a flesh and blood female. To start with she’s always between eight and ten feet tall. Dressed only in skin-tight black stiletto-heeled latex leggings that climb to mid-thigh and matching gauntlets that rise to her biceps, her body is an absolute caricature of feminine desirability. Wherever it’s not cove
