It was never a proper wet dream. Even though he always woke with a massive erection straining against the fabric of his nightclothes, there were never...any stains or dampness. The dream always took him close to the edge of ejaculation, but never over.For which he was grateful. He feared what might happen should the dream ever last long enough for the apparition to bring him to orgasm.Shivering, Mike slid out of bed and walked awkwardly to the bathroom."Mike?"Mike's eyes flicked open. He realised. .UPSIDE DOWN! This started a swinging motion and ifrantically tried to reach my ankle to free it but it was no use. I hadobviously sprung some sort of trap and now i was hanging upsidedown..helplessly.It seemed like 4 hours later but of course was probably much shorterwhen i heard footsteps behind me...then i heard a voice...a Man'svoice...very deep..very commanding."Well, well, Chrissy is that you justhanging around when you are suppose to be trying to escape." I tried toturn around to get a. ” She even patted my head, and I tried but failed to suppress the feeling of warmth in my stomach at her praise. “But let’s get to the main event of this lovely evening, my little lover-slut,” Helen sing-songed and pulled me to my feet again. “There’s still the matter of your outstanding punishment.” She pushed me into the middle of the room and told me to stay at the spot while she went rummaging through one of the cupboards on the wall. When she came back, she was carrying two pairs of wide. She mustered all of her strength to turn her head, but she didn't really need to see her assailant to know who it was.Tyson stood over her, leering down at her half-naked form. Even through her watery eyes she could see the look of dark lust and pure hatred on his face. She whimpered and tried to push herself away from him with her feet, but she couldn't get them to work."Well, hello, hello," he snarled, "Glad to see me?" How?" she rasped, her voice shaky. Her strength was slowly returning and.