Well… When I fell asleep beside Julia last night, I guess my brain was still on about the parking situation and such at Newtonian Gardens. And… Somehow… Based on the first short dream/mild nightmare, which thankfully didn’t wake Julia, I’ve got a feeling there’s a bit more to come.
I say this because the dream was in a place that was actually a large dark office. I was surprised to find the skeleton of a woman in the room and woke with a start. Upon reflection after waking, I suspect that I am going to find a skeleton in someone’s closet before too long, perhaps even Michael Goldberg’s.
Then I had a dream in which I was talking to my brother, who was drunk and in a pissed off mood. I was saying something to him about printing stuff out, him sitting at a desk in the small office we were both occupying. Upon waking from that dream, I can only suspect that I’ll be hearing something from his son, soon.
It’s also possible I could hear something about my brother, too. And… Yeah… There’s a chance that the skeleton dream might be a reference to my brother having some shit to hide.
I don’t know. “We shall just have to wait and see.”
When Julia woke up around 7:00 AM we just held each other for a long while, enjoying our warmth together. She kissed me long and deeply before dozing off and I couldn’t resist gently slipping into her and lightly thrusting as she slept.
When Julia came around again, she moaned and said softly, “I love it when you take me like this.” She then grabbed one of my hands and placed it at the base of her throat saying, “I trust you.” I then squeezed my hand cutting off blood flow in her neck until she passed out.
When Julia came too about thirty seconds later I did it again, this time using both hands; gently squeezing until both air flow and blood flow was cut off. She blacked out for about two minutes that time, during which I cuffed her hands over her head to the headboard of the bed and then cuffed her ankles to the headboard as well, with supporting ties on her thighs to ensure her knees would be supported.
When Julia came too again, I choked her out a third time and began pounding her pussy really hard as she went out once more. She staid out a little longer that time and I took full advantage of the power I had over her, ramming the full length of my thick eight-inch cock into her mercilessly. When she came too again, she came hard with a long soft moan; her cum washing all over me and the bed.
When I put my hands on Julia’s throat once again, she softly pleaded, “No. Please don’t? Do what you want to me. Make it hurt if you want. I need to feel you cum. Please?”
At her words I slapped her hard across the face, which caused her to let out an involuntary gasp. But, at the same time, I felt her pussy get hot again. I then began pounding her with fierce abandon; biting her tits hard and smacking them, her ass, and her face a few more times; knowing that it all hurt her. But… I also knew what the end result would be.
She began to cry in earnest from the pain and pleaded, “No more. Please? I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Please? It hurts.”
At that point I cruelly grabbed her by the throat again and squeezed, lifting her head off the pillow until her body once again went limp. It really turned me on when I did that because her pussy tighten around my cock, getting wetter and wetter as she struggled to stay conscious. I then let her limp form drop back on the bed and began wildly fucking her, pushing into her super-fast and with all my might. As I was doing this, I was biting her neck, shoulders, and tits hard.
As Julia awoke, she came again but was sobbing uncontrollably as I continued to pound her cunt without remorse; knowing I was taring her up and causing her a considerable amount of pain. Her battered pussy was gripping my cock for all it was worth now, her entire body taught from the pain as I bit, slapped, and effortlessly rammed my shaft into her.
She was struggling big time under me, and it turned me on even more. She then came again, and it was like someone turned on a water tap. At that moment I came super hard myself and heard her saying, “Yes. Let it go. Yes.”
I continued to fuck her hard after I came, relishing in the sound of her yelps of pain with every thrust, still keeping up the assault on her body. She was crying uncontrollably as I came a second time and when she realized there was another orgasm coming, she began begging me to stop. But I didn’t.
Instead, I choked her out again and came two more times in a three-minute period. Julia then woke up when I finally rolled off her and released her from the bed.
As Julia came around, she squirted again and just lay there, crying into my chest. At that point, I lightly stroked her hair and body as she shook uncontrollably from the aftershocks of her orgasms. When she finally could speak, she just kept saying, “I love you. God, I love you,” over and over again.
When I asked her if she was ok, Julia said, “More than ok.” And then she stopped and asked, “How did you know?”
When I asked, “How did I know what?” Julia said shakily through the tears that were still falling, “To do me like that? I didn’t tell you about the bondage stuff I bought. But you knew. And you even knew exactly what to do. How much pain to inflict. To ignore my pleas to stop. You knew. How? Baby? Please tell me how?”
I didn’t answer right away. But after a few minutes, once Julia got control over herself, she stretched over and kissed me tenderly saying, “That was a silly question, wasn’t it? I know how you knew. I remember now. You are a gifted man, Brian Schnabel.”
She then slipped out of bed and went to use the bathroom. When she came back to bed, I went in to relieve myself. When I came out again, she was sitting on our love seat and said softly, “Come sit with me.”
So… I walked over and sat down next to her. She was still trembling a little and leaned into me for another kiss, putting her arms around me as she did so.
After she kissed me, she giggled and said, “Don’t ever go over to the dark side and start beating me in Ernest, ok?” When I looked at her with raised eyebrows she laughed and said, “Aside from a few love bite marks on my chest, no one would believe that you beat my ass and smacked me across the face a few times. You didn’t leave a mark. And my neck… Well… You wouldn’t know by looking at it that I was manhandled into oblivion more than a few times. And yet… You brought me to tears with a pain that felt agonizing.”
She then kissed me before saying, “I needed to be treated that way this morning though. I wasn’t sure how comfortable you’d be and was trying to get up the nerve to talk to you about it. And then I woke up tied to the headboard and realized that you were in my head. But… I’m not complaining. I can assure you.”
I kissed her gently and said, “I know that sometimes, the way your body is wired, you need to feel violated and experience pain to the point of tears without actually being debased and injured. I’m just glad you took the initiative. I found the stuff you bought when I dropped my wallet under the bed last week and came across a hanging cuff as I was looking for it.”
Julia kissed me again and whispered, “Thank you. I love you.” I said, “I love you too. Thank you for trusting me. But… At the same time… Let’s not make this morning that much of a habit, ok?”
She said with a warm glow in her voice, “Agreed. We’ll save the rough stuff for when it’s really needed to keep my ores in the water. I’m just so happy to know you understand and…” Her voice trailed away at that point, and I kissed her again softly saying, “Shush.”
Finally, around 9:30 AM or so I said, “Don’t we have a vehicle to take to a dealership for service at 11:00 AM this morning?” Julia said, “Yes.” I then said, “Well… What say you? A shower for two?”
Julia stood up and grabbed my hands as I rose in front of her. “I love you Brian,” she said, “I can’t thank you enough for everything this morning.” As we moved towards the bathroom holding hands I said, “It’s all good.”