Kinky Dreams
I have been having extremely vivid, epic dreams that have wound up becoming my mind's playground for kink experiences. I want to document these somewhere, and figure this journal would be a good vehicle for that.?
8/2/26
This dream begins with my visit to the elderly neighbors Rich and Denise at the end of the cul-de-sac on which I live. No, Rich and Desiree are not my real neighbors and nor is Denise's nickname "Water" as it was in my dream, but I am sure there is deeper psychological meaning in that.?
I am admiring their framed photographs of their trip to Mexico, including several from the Xcaret resort I have been to and the theme parks associated with them. Rich, Denise, and I are discussing details of the adventures had in these places, when Rich draws my attention to the large picture of a Las Vegas scene framed at the top of the grand staircase in their home. He suggests to me, "I bet you could find out which hotel this was!" I say that I will find out using Google Earth on my VR headset when I get home, but in the meantime I would use my "mind reconstruction" to figure it out.?
Apparently, in that dream, I had the ability to create a lifelike reproduction of a place, complete with people, based on memories and experiences I have had in the past. Not unlike a dream itself, like a dream within a dream. ?So I enter this mind reconstruction state and begin to put together a scene of the Las Vegas strip, with the backend of the Excalibur hotel, shops, and restaurants, and of course the scene from the photograph. I have to walk around the busy area to find the sign for the venue with the exact image, passing by individuals and vehicles parked on the street. The building was tall and I had to cross the street to see it's black and white placard reading "Mordred's".
I snap back to reality in the dream and exclaim to Rich, I think it is Mordred's, by Excalibur! ?To which Rich replies, "Hear that Water? ?Mordred's!"
"Although, Rich, let me verify in VR later. Sometimes my mind makes things up in that state."
That was a trigger that made me realize that the mind reconstruction state was a form of lucid dreaming, and immediately I realized that I could conjure up anything I could put my mind to, and I decided to use that ability to find myself a lady companion for the evening. ?In this part of the dream, I had total control. I walked around a casino floor, met a couple of women, chatted with them briefly, and took them to a nice seafood dinner. We chatted about life, work, and hopes for the future in what felt like hours but in reality only spanned a minute or two at the most. The details of these conversations are unfortunately lost to the ether of the dreamworld.?
Having felt satisfied in my mental social interactions, I decide to head to my hotel room at Mordred's, where presumably the mind reconstruction would end and I would head back to my house to use Google Earth in VR to verify everything. However, my two companions followed me. One was a young, happy-go-lucky BBW lady about my age. The other was a shorter, thin gray-haired lady clearly a decade or more older than I.?
The younger one said to me, "You have been in control this whole time. But we want to play, now. And we are okay with sharing."
The older one then said,"Now you just sit back and give us control." She leaned in and kissed me passionately and that marked the end of my lucid dreaming control.
"You are dreaming about dreaming, and now we will dream for you."
She pushed me through the door of the hotel room, taking me into a dark, stone dungeon one would expect to find in some old European castle. I found myself on my knees, with my arms chained above my head. I have been placed in a chastity device. The young one, now wearing a red corset, long black skirt, and knee high boots gets down on one knee and begins aggressively pinching and twisting my nipples and instantly I feel it in my chastity cage as I begin to throb and grow into the confines of the device. I moan, and the older one, wearing what looks like a horse riding outfit, takes her riding crop and lifting my chin with it, tells me, "Now, now, you must maintain your dignity for the time being. ?There will be plenty of time for that when they get here."
She stands before me with her crotch exposed and, with a smirk, commands "Pleasure me."
And it is exactly as it would be in real life. I see little, I taste her body's juices, I try to find ways to draw in breath without slowing down to keep her constantly stimulated. As I lick, I feel my own rear fill with what seems like a plug that is just a little two big, and I feel it hard against my prostate. After what seems like a few minutes of this she lets out a gutteral moan, followed by "Good boy."
When she steps away and I can see the room again, it has been filled with people sitting on couches and chairs, all intently watching. Some are elegantly dressed. Others look like they are from some goth metal video, almost demonic.?
"All of these people are here for you. ?We will be done only when each and every one of them has used your body and relieved themselves of their urges in one of your holes. ?You are free when their unattainable fantasies have been satisfied."
The young one then came over and held my head up with her hand places against her hip. "I envy you, slut, because I know your joy will increase as you increase theirs" as she smiled a warm smile looking into my eyes.
Unfortunately, this is where I woke up. Unsatisfied. ?And now, I had to write this down as someone as aroused as they can be, all because of a lucid dream within a dream, in which I relinquished all control and eagerly gave myself up to the machinations of forces beyond my own desires and limits. A tool to provide joy and happiness to others. That would make me absolutely ecstatic.
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