I've been thinking about doing kidnapping videos lately, and last night I had an interesting dream.
I was at a get together with some friends...maybe they were my co workers, maybe family, I don't know, that's not the point. Anyway, I stepped out of the room I was in, which was empty, and there was a beautiful, dark-blonde woman standing right outside the door, in flip flops, shorts, and a tee shirt. I realized it was a dream and that I had very little time to take advantage of my situation, so I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into the room I had been in.
I pushed her onto the floor. She didn't seem to fight me...maybe she was outside the door for a reason. I rolled her onto her tummy and quickly bound her ankles and wrists together tightly in a hogtie. I plucked off her flip flops, and immediately began tickling her now helpless bare soles. She squirmed and laughed, and her soft soles wiggled a little bit, and she softly begged for me to stop and let her go. But no, I was in control, I was in power, and she was all mine to play with. I tortured her soles for several minutes in the dream, her squealing and begging getting more and more sincere as it went on.
It was a nice dream. I need to start taking control of my dreams more often, start having a little more fun.
I was at a get together with some friends...maybe they were my co workers, maybe family, I don't know, that's not the point. Anyway, I stepped out of the room I was in, which was empty, and there was a beautiful, dark-blonde woman standing right outside the door, in flip flops, shorts, and a tee shirt. I realized it was a dream and that I had very little time to take advantage of my situation, so I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into the room I had been in.
I pushed her onto the floor. She didn't seem to fight me...maybe she was outside the door for a reason. I rolled her onto her tummy and quickly bound her ankles and wrists together tightly in a hogtie. I plucked off her flip flops, and immediately began tickling her now helpless bare soles. She squirmed and laughed, and her soft soles wiggled a little bit, and she softly begged for me to stop and let her go. But no, I was in control, I was in power, and she was all mine to play with. I tortured her soles for several minutes in the dream, her squealing and begging getting more and more sincere as it went on.
It was a nice dream. I need to start taking control of my dreams more often, start having a little more fun.
