Dreams

I try not to burden people with a recount of my dreams because, well, frankly who cares?  But ....

It's not uncommon for me to have dreams that are directly related to my submissive dedication to my Wife.  Especially when I am allowed/instructed to sleep wearing my butt plug.  My thoughts/fantasies/dreams, when I have them, always include and are centered around Mistress K. and my dedication to her in my marriage.  Before marinating in the beautiful lifestyle I am in currently, I'd have sex thoughts and dreams that have included others exclusively but not any longer.  Now, like I said, every fantasy/thought/dream about sex is centered around Mistress K. in some fashion or another, even if those thoughts/fantasies and dreams include others as well.  It's not something I consciously control (who can control their dreams) but rather that has occurred in me naturally, which I attribute directly to marriage.

Of course many of those dreams are highly sexual in nature, but not always.  I had a dream last night that was not a sex dream, although I felt a great amount of passion from it.  It was a punishment endurance dream.  It wasn't long and not very clear, but it was rather profound.  Here goes .....

I was naked and bound in a standing position in a room, facing a wall, nose touching, supposedly somewhere in our home.  I could hear noises and everyday "normal" conversation that I would normally hear in my home yet I instinctively could tell I was isolated and nobody knew I was in there.  Or they knew but didn't seem to care. It was clear that I was enduring the most grueling and meaningful punishment/disciplinary event I had ever experienced with my Mistress.  There were no lights in the room but there were a couple of small windows that allowed daylight into the room.  I don't know how I got there.  My wrists and ankles were cuffed and attached to the wall, and so was my waist.  I was alone.  The room was chilly yet I was warm. Then I heard a door opening that sounded like a jail cell door.  The room was bathed in more light for a moment and then suddenly the door closed and Mistress walked up behind me.  She was in a good mood, clearly happy with how her "normal" day was going outside the room and engaged in pleasant small talk with me as she moved about behind me.  As if we were having dinner together. 

She grabbed my hair and gently but firmly pulled my head back to whisper in my ear ... "you're doing great pet.  You only have 10 hours left.  You're doing great."  She then gagged me and then proceeded to give me the most severe and intense spanking I had ever received.  Nothing at all like anything I had ever experienced before.  I was literally brought to tears, begging for her to stop ... but she continued.  She wasn't angry.  She upbeat, even playful. It didn't appear as though I was being punished for anything specific, yet still, the severity continued.  Then she stopped. 
She ran a wet cloth over my ass, legs and back, which at first was soothing, then began to sting intensely as if it were rubbing alcohol or something.  She whispered in my ear, in a voice that dripped with love, comfort and appreciation ... "I love you so much for doing this for me.  For us."

My ass, legs and back burned.  She held me tightly from behind, kissed my back gently and then gave me one last intensely painful swing of what was clearly a paddle ... and left the room. 

This was not a sex dream.  It's not uncommon that I have an erection when being punished, even when it is very intense.  There was no erection in this dream.  I was left bound, incredibly sore from standing, my skin stinging from what just happened, and yet I found comfort, even smiled a little with the knowledge that I only had 10 hours left to endure what was clearly a test that Mistress felt I needed to be put through.  I was scared shitless   ....   I also felt comfort in my safety.