A Good Dream

Lucy had always been prone to vivid dreams. Though she didn’t remember much from her childhood days, her mother used to tell her she would often wake up at night, recalling complex fabrications fraught with dangers and unexpected twists. When her eyes were closed, her imagination knew no bounds, and she loved to lose herself in those fantastic scenarios time and time again.

As she gradually lost her innocence to welcome the complex teenage years, many things changed in and around her, starting with her body, but the dreams never left her. The first real crushes awakened other urges in her that reflected in the visions she had in her warm bed when no one was watching. She never told anyone about them but the truth was undeniable. Something had stirred in her that her family would not understand. The boys were cute and all but the girls were the ones that made her heart flutter.

At the time, she didn’t know what the word lesbian meant nor how she was supposed to deal with the ever-growing lustful feelings inside her. She spent years trying to figure that out for herself, aided only by the imagery her mind conjured. The dreams became more and more frequent, relentless manifestations of her unfulfilled desires. She wanted to feel another woman’s lips on hers but, most importantly, she needed to give herself to her completely.

The college years were a time for experimentation yet none of her flings satisfied her. The women she met were either as inexperienced as her or simply abusive bitches who saw in her nothing but another prey to explore. There was no middle ground and she started regretting the day she realized her true nature. She completed another stage of her life wrapped in disappointment and self-loathing and moved on to face the challenges of keeping a steady job and being a fully functioning adult for the first time ever.

It was only five years later that things started to change. After many failed dates and deluded app frenzies, she met Charlie and her gorgeous amber eyes. The half-British, half-Chinese woman had moved to New Zealand the year before with only a bag of clothes, an antique pocket watch, and a handful of dreams she would not dare give up. A chance encounter at the supermarket brought them together and the power of gentle persuasion did the rest.

Charlie was an expert at making people focused on her. The watch was her favorite prop, but she used everything at hand from her voice to her fingers and even the power of dreams. Slowly and surely, she found her way into Lucy’s mind, changing her heart in the process too. The more she wrapped Lucy around her finger the more both loved it.

“What is this feeling?” Lucy asked one night as she lay in her bed, arms to the side, palms facing upward, and unable to move. All she could think about was how perfect the woman sitting next to her was.

“It’s called the gift of hypnotic servitude, sweetie,” Charlie replied but Lucy wasn’t sure if she had said those words for real or if she was only imagining them.

“It feels so good.”

“I know. Why do you think I showed it to you? This is what you’ve been dreaming of all along.”

“I think you’re right.”

“I always am and everything I say is the truth.”

“Are you sure this is not just another vivid dream?”

“If it is, then it’s absolutely perfect, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear. Keep dreaming, dear,” Charlie cooed inside her sleeping mind. “You’ll be my perfect obedient pet soon.”

Lucy let out an exhale of pure bliss as she plunged deeper and deeper into a universe of everlasting submissive fantasies. She couldn’t wait.

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