Anyway, about a year ago I decided to do my own research into what my dream means. So I found a website that is predominantly BDSM and fetish oriented...and posted myself as a submissive person who wanted someone to tell her how to make this dream stop. I’m not entirely sure that I really wanted it to stop completely, but maybe cut down in frequency a bit. You can imagine I had a lot of responses. You can imagine that most of them were from guys offering to come over and screw the dream right out. The music was loud and the crowd a happy mass of lightly clad younger souls enjoying the warm Sunday evening. I looked about and seeing the heterosexual nature of this mob decided to do something about the growing ‘itch’ in my jeans. Earlier I’d phoned the all-male sauna to check it out, as this was to be my first visit. Sunday night is not the busiest for the sauna buts it turned out to be busy enough to forfil my needs on that particular summer evening and my needs needed filling!The taxi new. ...and i control whether you feel pain or not right now......" she glared at me as i talked, then i moved the knife slowly up towards her bra, and traced the fabric around her tits as the blade lightly got caught in some of the fibers and cut them as it continued on.I sighed loudly suddenly "I'm bored playing with you....." i stuck the blade under the front of her bra and cut the middle strap connecting the two. her bra flew open making her tits flop out and jiggle a little. she blushed as soon. I leaned down and ran my lips over him through the soft, thin cotton. His breathing was already going a bit ragged, even before I freed him from the material and wrapped my hand around him, squeezing lightly at the base and running my hand along his shaft. I wanted to play with him like this longer, but I could no longer resist tasting him. I began to very slowly run the tip of my tongue from the base of his cock to the head, completely losing myself in his scent, taste, and the silken texture.