Dreamscapes Ch. 02

Note to readers:

[This story is a purely fictional work. The events and actions of characters in this story do not reflect my own beliefs or opinions. Consent is essential for real life sex, especially roleplaying scenarios such as those depicted here. All characters are adults over the age of 18. This story features non-consensual sex acts. If that's not for you, skip this one. Also, this is the second part of a story; I'd suggest reading the previous chapter for context as it's pretty brief. Enjoy!]

Ch 2.

Ethan's eyes opened slowly, and light began streaming in. Dense greenery surrounded him, reaching high into the sky above. His vision began to come into focus. He could see he was in a thickly wooded forest full of gigantic redwoods hundreds of feet tall. The midday sun fought to reach the forest floor, but a warm, sourceless light kept the woods from falling into shadow. He looked around. This must be the world of his neighbor's dreaming consciousness. He looked up and directed himself up towards the canopy to scan the surroundings. His body began to rise, and branches whipped past his face as he sped through the air. Ascending above the treeline, he could see the forest extending out to the horizon in every direction. Ecologically, an expanse of trees of this size wouldn't expand over such a massive area in such perfectly even thickness without breaks for hills, mountains, or rivers, but the sleeping mind usually doesn't pay attention to details like that. Where was Ethan's neighbor in this sprawl of redwoods? Ethan paused for a minute and listened carefully.

He took in the noises below: trees creaking in the wind, rustling branches, wind whipping by. Then, much quieter, a distinctly human commotion of conversation. He glided over the treetops to the source. He looked down and saw, between the tree trunks, a crowd of people sitting at tables. It was a busy restaurant stripped of its walls and thrown onto the forest floor. Tables, talkative guests, a kitchen full of busy cooks, and servers darting back and forth. Ethan decided to observe the setting for a moment, fading his body away to watch unnoticed. His eyes scanned the tables for his target.

He saw her standing by a table: she wore a loose black button-down shirt, a black pleated skirt that fell just above her knee, black sheer tights, and black square heels. Her hair was tied into two loose braids that fell across her shoulders, with two little strands of hair framing her face. He saw an apron wrapped tight around her waist and a notepad in her hand. She finished jotting down the table's order on her notepad and then turned around to walk back to the kitchen. He could see stress on her face: her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her breaths were sharp.

Ethan observed her walk briskly back to the kitchen. As she stepped, he noticed a small mossy pebble appear out of thin air on the forest floor right below her shoe, just as she set her foot down. Her shoe slipped on the mossy stone, sending it sliding across the floor. She stumbled forward, waving her arms for balance. As she tried to recover, she bumped against the chair of an elderly guest. His seat was suddenly jolted forward, causing him to drop a piece of bread onto the floor. Her face glowed red with embarrassment, and she began to profusely apologize to the old man. Ethan could hear her offer her a new basket of bread and run back to the kitchen.

From a distance, he overheard her explain the situation to the head chef. The stone-faced chef began raising his voice as she shriveled up before him. Defeated, she grabbed some plates from the counter and walked back out to the restaurant floor carrying two hot plates of food. Ethan watched as she delivered the plates to a couple, who began shouting at her for delivering the wrong dishes. Beads of sweat began falling from her face as she apologized again and walked back to the kitchen. Ethan continued, watching her make mistake after mistake, dropping plates on the floor, leaving tables unattended, breaking glassware, and being berated by everyone from guests to the cooks to her managers and even the other servers.

Ethan then hid behind a tree as he began to arrange his form. He willed his body back into existence, this time wearing a very expensive evening outfit. White merino wool sweater, a navy blazer, grey trousers, and brown suede shoes. He popped out from behind the tree and walked over to the open-air restaurant. He was shepherded to his seat by the hostess and sat down with his menu.

He looked around at the other servers ferrying food. He needed her there quickly before he was intercepted by someone else. He looked over at her walking back to the kitchen. Focusing intently, he pictured her walking over to his table. Her head slowly turned towards him with an expression of confusion. Her eyes scanned the tables as if someone had shouted her name from across the floor. Ethan focused all his attention on her again. He pictured her standing in front of him, notepad in hand, awaiting his order with a smile. Her eyes were suddenly pulled in his direction, and he watched as the wheels in her head spun, processing the command. Her mouth opened slightly in confusion. Quickly, a wave of understanding passed over her face as if she suddenly remembered what she was supposed to be doing. She immediately ran over to his table and smiled.

She bent slightly at the waist to better meet his gaze as she began her introduction, "Good evening, welcome to Lagrange Bistro, I'm glad you're here. My name is Alexa, and I'll be serving you tonight. If you need anything tonight, just ask and I'll help you right away. Can I get you started with anything to drink?"

Ethan tried to contain a grin as he ordered the most expensive glass of red wine on the drink menu. He couldn't believe he could really order around with just a thought! This might be her dream, but he was the one in charge here. He wondered for a moment what was motivating this dream. Accident after accident, her dreaming mind was crafting a constant cycle of embarrassment and shame, no matter how well she did her job. A bad day at work, maybe? Maybe, on an unconscious level, she wanted the humiliation. He smiled to himself. He was going to make this dream a lot better, for himself at least.

Looking back at his neighbor, he thought about her outfit. He looked at her knee-length skirt and imagined a slight improvement. In an instant, the hemline of her skirt rose several inches up her thigh. Now it was above her mid-thigh, scandalous for work, but just what he wanted to see. Then, he thought about improving her shirt. Just as quickly, her black button-down was replaced by a white linen blouse. The buttons were left undone just enough to give a teasing view. Ethan thought for a moment and decided to drop the ambient temperature a few degrees. He saw Alexa's nipples peek through her thin shirt. For a moment, she looked down at her new outfit, confused. Was this the same outfit she put on this morning? Just as quickly, the dream logic washed over her. She shook her head as her brain settled into acceptance of the new reality. Still, as she walked across the restaurant floor, she was embarrassed by her scandalous choice of outfit. She looked downwards with shame, trying to avoid eye contact and tugging down on the hemline of her skirt in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty.

Alexa walked back to his table carrying the 1989 vintage Ethan had ordered and a crystal wine glass. She set it down and uncorked the wine, ready to pour into his glass. As she delicately poured the wine, Ethan drew a mental picture of himself giving her a sudden shove from behind. She stumbled forward mid-pour and reached out to the table to keep from falling. She knocked the glass to the floor, and wine spilled across the table and onto Ethan's lap. Immediately, her cheeks flushed red, and she stumbled over her words as she rushed to apologize. She quickly ran off to the kitchen and grabbed rags to begin wiping up the mess. Ethan decided to say nothing, instead loudly sighing and shooting a cold look of contempt and irritation.

She bent down to her hands and knees to wipe the floor. As she cleaned, she continued to apologize, "I cannot express how sorry I am that this happened, sir. It was completely my fault. I'll do anything I can to make it right. The rest of this bottle is on the house. I deeply apologize for my clumsiness, sir."

Ethan kept a straight face, but he was internally grinning. Watching her crawl in front of him, hearing her excessive deference, calling him sir, it was all getting him a little bit hard already. He focused as hard as he could on her and sent a short command into her head: "All this humiliation, this embarrassment, this shame? Turns out, it secretly turns you on. But you don't know why, and getting turned on by being degraded? It makes you feel even more shameful and humiliated."

Despite his excitement, he lowered his tone as he finally replied, "You are an awful waitress. I can't understand how they haven't fired you already after all these fuckups tonight. Do you know how much these pants cost? More than you make in a week, at least. And now they're soaked in wine because you can't even pour from a fucking bottle without fucking up. What a waste of space."

He looked down to see tears well up as she kept wiping the floor. Her ass was peeking out from under her newly shortened skirt. She unsuccessfully tried to pull her skirt to cover herself up. Even though she was on the verge of bursting into tears, she felt a tiny bit of warmth between her legs. God, what the fuck was she doing? She had already made a massive mistake, and now she was getting off on it? What a slut, she thought to herself. She needed to pull it together, right now.

Seizing on her vulnerable state, Ethan continued to press her, "Well, what are you going to do to make up for it?" You clearly can't afford to replace these pants. If you don't make it up to me, I'll walk right back into that kitchen and make sure you never work another day here, do you understand me?" He followed it with a few unspoken commands to her mind, "You'll do anything to keep me from getting you fired. The fact that you'll debase yourself just for a paycheck makes you feel so, so shameful."

She began to choke up. After all these mistakes, she was sure she was on thin ice. A report from a wealthy guest like him could be the last straw. She looked up at him with fear and begged, "I'm so sorry, sir, I understand that I ruined a very expensive item, I'll do anything to make it up to you. I really, really need this job, sir, please." She was on her knees in front of him, looking up with desperate, shameful eyes.

He did his best to look unimpressed and replied, "Well, if you can't reimburse me for your mistake, you need to pay off your debt somehow. Your body isn't much to write home about, but I suppose it'll do if you can't pay me back any other way."

She felt a massive wave of relief that turned immediately into shame as the realization of what she had to do hit her. She looked up at Ethan and began to tremble.

She began to stammer. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked.

He shot back, "What do you think?"

"Oh. Uh... Yes. Of course, sir. I'm sorry. I understand."

Ethan motioned to get the attention of the floor manager and called out to him, "Your moronic employee here owes me for fucking up my Brioni trousers. I'm going to take her out back for a minute to deal with her. I'll have her back on the floor when I'm done with her, alright?"

He got a nod of confirmation and returned his attention to his incredibly hot neighbor kneeling at his feet.

"I'm going to take you out behind the restaurant and you're going to pay me what I'm owed, the only way you know how. Do you understand?"

Her eyes fell to the floor. She nodded silently. She kept herself from sobbing at the public embarrassment, but tears began to run down her face quietly anyway. She couldn't believe she was being degraded by a customer in front of the entire restaurant. She felt her stomach twist into a knot, and a wave of nausea hit her. Despite everything, she felt her hands had a magnetic pull downwards towards her skirt. She looked down with shock to see that her hand was slowly reaching under the waistband of her skirt. She jerked it away and held her hands firmly on her lap.

Ethan stood up to leave and motioned for her to follow. He didn't look back at her as he walked directly into a thicket of trees a few hundred feet away. Alexa followed, staring at the ground in silence. The noises of the restaurant began to fade to a soft hum. Finally, he turned around to face her. He stood still for a minute, just taking everything in. He had spent so much effort maintaining a facade to make his plan work, he hadn't taken the time to realize how ridiculous this entire situation was. Sure, it was all a dream, but it also felt shockingly real. His gorgeous neighbor was standing right in front of him, completely wrapped around his finger. He didn't even know her name until a few minutes ago. He smiled.

Meanwhile, Alexa was standing still and staring at the forest floor to avoid making eye contact. Her head was reeling with a mixture of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she felt uncomfortably vulnerable and very exposed in her short skirt and see-through blouse. She was also feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame at all the mistakes she had made, and dread at the task she had to complete. At the same time, she also felt a thrill of arousal at everything that had happened that she couldn't wrap her head around. She felt dirty, like some mentally disturbed nymphomaniac, because despite everything terrible that was happening, she just wanted to touch herself. She decided to put her hands behind her back to keep them still.

Ethan suddenly grabbed her face and pulled her gaze up to meet his. He spoke to her sharply, "Look at me. You're going to get down on your knees and you're going to suck my dick like the dumb, dirty whore you are." She tried to look away, but he pulled her back and continued, "And all this could have been prevented if you hadn't made such a mess back there. This is all your fault because you couldn't just pour a glass of wine like a good girl. But you're not. You're a braindead slut."

He shoved down on her shoulders, and she quickly fell to her knees. She felt shame and disgust ball up in her stomach because of how he was talking to her. Her shame then turned into anger. She wanted to scream at him about how he was a disgusting pig, and how she deserved to be treated with some respect, even if she had made a mistake. But she couldn't bring her mouth to move, so she just glared up at him, trying to burn a hole through his stupid, smug face with her burning stare. SMACK. Ethan slapped her hard across the face, instantly breaking her train of thought. She gasped. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. She was completely thrown on the defensive.

He spoke harshly, "Don't look at me like this is my fault. Glare all you want, but deep down you know this is all because of your incompetence. Because in the end, this is really all you're good for. Now get to work".

She continued to glare at him, but she began to unbuckle his belt and slide his wine-stained trousers down. She hated this guy, how cruelly he spoke to her, how low she was going to keep her shitty job, and more than anything she hated how even after all that, she still felt horny. At least she could make the best of the situation. If she gave him a show and got him extra riled up, she thought, maybe she could get this over with quickly. Despite her reluctant acceptance, she felt herself shake with nervousness. She had given only a couple of blowjobs to boyfriends in the past, and always as a gift for a special occasion She leaned forward and began to plant kisses on the hard bulge under his boxer briefs. She pulled his elastic waistline down and wrapped both her hands around Ethan's cock. She spat in the palm of her hand and stroked it up and down, massaging its whole length. It felt thick and warm between her fingers. Her lips planted kisses down the shaft. Her eyes rose to meet his stern gaze as she gave him a wide-eyed look of submission and adoration.

Alexa hated how stupid she knew she looked right now, looking up at this asshole like some mindless trophy, but this was what needed to be done to just get it over with. Her lips wrapped around the tip and she sucked in gently, running her tongue in circles around its head. As her lips wrapped around his tip and her soft, wet tongue embraced it, Ethan began to breathe in heavily. Gripping the shaft gently, she continued to massage its length with slow, caressing strokes. Her fingers then dropped to softly massage his balls while she leaned in to paint his whole length with her drooling tongue. Ethan closed his eyes to take in the feeling of her luscious tongue lapping at his cock. It felt amazing to be serviced like this after months of celibacy, but he suddenly remembered the situation he was in. He could do much better.

"You call that a blowjob? You're jacking me off with your hands while you suck the tip. If you can't even suck dick right I guess I'll have to fuck your face myself." He snapped.

Ethan grabbed her wrists and sharply pulled them to her sides. He ordered her, "Hands behind your back", and he wrapped his left hand around one of her braids.

With the other hand, he grabbed her face and made her look up at him. "Next time you give a blowjob, use your mouth on the whole thing. A slut like you should be able so suck dick at the very least," he condescendingly spat.

Head forced upward, Alexa shriveled up inside. Even at this low point, she was still fucking things up. What an embarrassment. She held her arms together behind her, hands clasped tightly, and felt her lower lip begin to quiver.

His cock slapped against the side of her face suddenly, leaving a sharp sting. "Open." She stuck her tongue out and wordlessly begged him for mercy with her soft, watery eyes. He looked down at the fear and shame in her eyes and answered by thrusting his hips forward suddenly, forcefully shoving his pole directly between her lips.

Held in place with a firm hand clenched around her hair, she had no choice but to choke on the hard cock stabbing the back of her mouth. "AAAUGGGHHKK" Shocked by the sudden invasion, she yelled out in shock but was gagged by the cock shoved down her throat. Still trying to scream, Alexa tried to pull her head away, but Ethan wouldn't budge an inch. He walked his hips in closer, forcing himself against the barrier to her throat. His other hand grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into his hips. "Auughhh.. gluUURK" He felt a little pop as his cock buried into her throat. Her nose was buried in his lap and her eyes were wet with tears now. Her gag reflex was screaming, and her whole throat burned. Ethan listened to the retching noises she made as she struggled with his cock shoved down her throat as far as he could force it. "HuurrrRKK... uhuHurrrk... HURRrrK". Using the hand planted behind her head, Ethan ground her face against his hips, rubbing her nose into the unkept garden in his groin. Her head jerked in his hands as she retched, her whole body fighting against the hard cock abusing her mouth and throat. She shuddered and coughed, sending showers of dripping saliva everywhere: splattering across his groin, running down her face, and dripping across her shirt. With her nose was pressed firmly into Ethan's hips and her throat shoved full of cock, her air was totally cut off. Her hands were pushing against his firmly planted legs, trying to make a tiny space for a breath. He was savoring the growing desperation in her choked cries as her body panicked under the limited oxygen. She went from pushing against his legs to weakly slamming her fists against his thighs in a last-ditch effort as she felt her vision dim.

Finally, he released her. Alexa's body fell back and she lay on the dirt floor, gasping and gulping down air. He watched her crawl onto all fours as she shook, coughing and spitting onto the floor. Hot, angry, shameful tears were streaming down her face. Looking down at the sputtering mess at his feet, Ethan sent another command into her brain, "You won't admit it, but this degrading treatment turns you on even more."

He decided to let her writhe on the floor for a few more seconds to let that sink in. How long had he kept her choking there, he wondered. Maybe thirty seconds, a minute? Better to drop her into the deep end to get things started on the right foot.

Then, he bent down towards her and pulled her upright by her hair. He looked down at the crying, choking woman on her knees below him. She was momentarily speechless, just staring up with her mouth hanging open in shock, but still breathing heavily. His hand came down hard and fast across her face. He slapped her again, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. "Hands behind your back", he simply repeated. She reluctantly returned her hands behind her, this time folding her arms so each hand could grab the other arm. For good measure, he struck her across the face one more time. Her cheeks were pink and stinging, but she knew not to dare move her hands.

"Please, please, please," she blabbered, "no more." She didn't think she could keep going any longer. Her throat burned, her face was dripping with saliva, and her lungs were begging for mercy. She was gasping for air. But despite that, she felt like she didn't mean those words. She couldn't understand herself, but against her body's resistance, she wanted to feel it all over again.

Ethan wrapped his other hand around the other braid, fully in control of Alexa's head. He rubbed his cock against her tear covered face, slapping it against her forehead and cheeks. "Open." She stuck her tongue out again, bracing for the worst. Gripping her head tightly, he once again thrust his cock forward. This time he took it slowly, savoring the feeling of her warm, velvety mouth. He pushed slowly down her throat, which seemed to make her gag reflex fight even harder as she struggled with his thick, unrelenting cock. He started rubbing his tip back and forth against the top of her throat, tickling every receptor in her body that made her panic. Ethan was grinning with pleasure as her throat fought back against him, convulsing and shuddering along the length of his dick. Her toes curled in her shoes and her feet flailed uselessly, her whole body fighting to stay still. She wanted to shove him away, but she knew better, so she dug her nails deep into her flesh to keep her fingers clenched around her own arms. Once he reached his full depth, he pulled himself back out at an agonizingly slow pace, letting her continue to shiver underneath him. He pulled his cock out of her raw, damaged throat but didn't let it leave her mouth. Desperate for air, she gasped for breath around his steel-hard rod. He let her gulp down one deep breath of air before plunging back in.

He continued back and forth, driving himself deep into her throat and savoring its warm depths, dragging it back out to allow her a single ragged breath, and plunging back in, all at a leisurely pace to allow full enjoyment of each little moment. He loved to keep her on the edge of desperation, each breath far enough from the last to let her whole body begin to panic before he would withdraw. Tears were fully streaming from her eyes, dragging wet black streaks down her cheeks from the mascara she had delicately applied. He was in a heaven of his own making: each stroke let him enjoy the beautiful, smooth, velvet of her throat and forced his gagging, crying victim into deeper discomfort. He kept slowly fucking her throat for minutes before he started to feel an orgasm beginning to build inside.

Gripping Alexa's braids tightly, he suddenly walked backwards, dragging her behind him. She struggled to keep up, crawling on all fours for a moment before she stumbled forward, unable to keep up. He dragged her back another few feet, her legs flailing uselessly behind her. Approaching the trunk of a tall redwood, Ethan dropped her on the floor like a piece of unwanted garbage. It took her a few seconds to recover, slowly crawling back onto her knees. She looked up with a fearful expression on her face, awaiting her next ordeal.

He pointed at the tree and ordered her, "Get over there. Back against the tree. Drop your hands." Scrambling to avoid another slap to the face, she quickly crawled over to the base of the tree. She sat on her heels with her back pressed against the tree bark and her hands clasped together on her lap. Ethan admired his work. Her hands were clasped tightly around each other and trembled in her lap. Beads of sticky drool dripped down her chin, mixing with her hot, eyeliner-stained tears and ruining her white shirt. Her mind was running with conflicting thoughts: hatred and contempt for the the piece of shit violating her throat, shame at her own incompetence that led her to this moment, disgust at how much degrading treatment she would accept to keep her shitty job, embarrassment for her disheveled state, and cutting through it all, a strange an inexplicable desire for it all to continue.

Ethan planted the palm of his hand on her forehead and shoved her head back, slamming the back of her head against the tree trunk. She winced and let out a soft groan. His hand came down, now wrapping tightly around her slim neck. He clenched down tightly and let her choke for a moment, watching her face flush red with blood. Reaching into her mind, he turned up the heat on her arousal and watched her eyes flash with confusion. Her mind raced with split emotions: burning, animalistic desire and wild panic as her breath failed to fill her lungs. He let her struggle for a few more moments, letting her panic build further as her face flushed a deeper red. Ethan loosened his grip slightly, allowing her to take a deep, ragged breath. She looked up, feeling completely powerless in the firm, unrelenting hands abusing her weak body. She knew she couldn't stop it and that it was all her fault. Her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out, dripping saliva down onto her lap.

In a single, piercing thrust, Ethan skewered Alexa's throat, stabbing his cock as far as he could fit. Gagging on his cock, she cried out at the discomfort. He lingered briefly and then pulled out until his tip rested on her shaking bottom lip. He lunged forward again, this time pulling himself out just as quickly. He started pumping back and forth quickly, forcefully fucking her throat. His hand released her neck, and he leaned forward, planting his hands against the thick tree bark. He picked up the pace, pummeling her throat with fast, hard thrusts. Struggling against his pace and force, her hands braced against her thighs, and she dug her nails into the soft flesh. He was thrusting so hard that with every pump of his hips her head was slammed back against the hard tree trunk. Her head rattled as he relentlessly fucked her aching throat. He decided to reach into her thoughts one more time and increase her arousal further still. With every thrust, she groaned in pain as her head collided with the tree trunk and his cock slammed against the back of her throat. Her cries of pain were muffled by the hard object invading her throat and the retching, gagging noises that her throat made every time he pumped his hips. AUGHHKKK... auuHURK... GahhMFF

Despite her aching head and burning throat, Alexa's hands began to move slowly towards the waistband of her skirt. The throatfucking was so intense that she barely noticed her left hand slide under her skirt. Her fingers reached underneath her grey panties and she started to rapidly run circles around her swollen clit, pressing firmly against her needy pussy. She was shocked. She didn't realize it, but her panties were dripping wet. When had that happened? As Ethan increased his pace even further, Alexa tried to scream as she realized what she was doing. He had mocked and belittled her at her workplace, and used her mistake to pressure her into letting him use her like a piece of meat, and how he was abusing her poor, bruised throat for his pleasure. And still, here she was, furiously rubbing herself to satisfy the burning arousal she felt. She couldn't believe how perverse and debased she was behaving, but the overwhelming lust she felt was too much. She masturbated faster. Her throat was being fucked so rapidly, he might not notice if she quickly finished herself off. Fighting for pleasure against her excruciating gag reflex, Alexa picked up the pace. She began rocking her hips, matching Ethan's motions as he pistoned back and forth into her throat. She was frantically thrusting her hips so hard she was practically humping her own hands.

Meanwhile, Ethan could feel himself approaching an orgasm. He smiled wickedly. Although she tried to hide it shamefully, he watched her the whole time. Pushing into her mind, he could sense that she was also getting close to orgasm and was even more desperate. Feeling warmth in his loins, he jackhammered as hard as he could into her throat one last time and holding himself at full depth, letting her spasming gag reflex massage his cock. He shuddered, feeling a heavy orgasm travel through his body. Alexa's eyes widened as she felt an explosion of hot, bitter cum shoot down her throat. Her body shook as she felt the warmth travel downwards toward her stomach. She panicked. He was finished, but she was so, so close to orgasming. If she could finish in the next second, maybe she could get away with it.

Suddenly, she felt a firm grasp on her wrists as he ripped her arms up and away from her dripping pussy. She gasped fearfully. Before she could process what was happening, she felt a sharp, explosive pain radiating across her whole body from her crotch. He had swiftly kicked his leather shoes against her desperate cunt. She immediately collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

He barked at her, "After all this, all you can think about is getting off? You're here to pay me what you owe, and all you do is play with your fucking pussy? Don't even dare imagine that you deserve to cum."

With her mouth finally free, she let out a deep scream from her belly. Pounding her fists against the dirt in a confusing mix of shame, anger, frustration, and arousal, she shouted up at him, "Why won't you even let me cum?"

"Because you haven't earned it yet. Come to me when you decide you're ready to beg to earn that privilege."

With that, Ethan felt the light around him dim. He watched as Alexa looked at him with confusion as she, too, faded into darkness. He blinked as he realized he was once again standing in his neighbor's bedroom. She was lying there asleep. She was twitching, her eyes shooting back and forth behind her closed eyelids. Sweat beaded her forehead. The black sequins of her dress glittered against her pale, smooth skin. Clearly still in the throes of a dream. Her head rolled to the side.

Barely a whisper, she mumbled, "Why... won't you let me? Please just let me... let me cum... please let me."

Ethan was shocked. He knew it was all a dream, but he couldn't believe how far he had taken it. Before today, he had some fantasies he tightly kept secret, even from girlfriends and hookups. It was exhilarating to hold so much power and drive her to such depths of debasement and desperation. He never thought that he would ever see those fantasies realized before his own eyes.

He bent down over her sleeping body. He could see that as she dreamed, her hands had dropped down and she was playing with herself through her black dress. Her hands clumsily rubbed in circles while she continued to mutter. Alex focused all his energy on her sleeping mind. It was significantly more difficult here than in her dream, but he could barely get through. He leaned closer towards her ear and whispered out loud, "This dream makes you really, really horny, but when you wake up no matter what you do you can't cum unless you're thinking about submitting to your neighbor Ethan."

She groaned, and her hands clawed at her thighs. She muttered back, "yes... yes sir," before rolling back over. She could hear him, even through her dreams. Ethan once again let the darkness take him, and he fell back into sleep.

His eyes shot open. He was lying in bed just like he remembered, sprawled out with his hands in his pants and a box of tissues on his belly. His phone alarm was blaring. He blinked in confusion. All of a sudden, the events of the last night came rushing back to him. Was all that some weird dream? He shook his head. It seemed so real, so physical. He decided to get up and brush his teeth. If it wasn't real, he mused, at least it was a really hot dream. And if it was real, he thought, he would see if his hot neighbor acted any different today. He smiled. He might be taking the first steps to making these fantasies a reality.