A Dream (F/Self, F/F)

[Crazine]

Normally I wouldn't write fiction, but I was just tied up in a dream and I want to write about it. This did actually happen to me in the dream, though, so to some extent this is still a true story. I'm going to try and recount this before I forget what happened completely. Not every minute detail was present in the dream, as typical of dreams, but this is almost exactly how it went.

The dream began with me in an empty room with blank gray walls. There is one door which leads to a hallway, and it's open. I have a lot of thin, brown rope around me. I'm using it to tie myself up.

First my legs. I do a simple double column tie at the ankles, then below the knees, then above the knees. As usual, I push against it a little to see if it holds up. It's remarkably secure. I'm completely incapable of slipping the knee bindings down.

Now my arms. With some difficulty I do another double column tie on my wrists, and as I'm tying it off, I attach my wrists to a hook on the very bottom of the wall, so that I'm stuck to it. I'm now securely bound to the wall.

Then I realize I can't get out.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... There was nothing I could do to free myself.

I have to call for help. I'm immobile like this.

So I shouted.
"Help! Help! Help!"
Eventually a woman walked into the room and, relieved, I stopped shouting. At least I was safe now.
The woman walked over to me, stood over me, looked down at me, and... chuckled.

Oh shit...?

"Look at you, look at you..."
"Let's make sure you stay like this."

She knelt down and began tightening all my bondage.

Oh SHIT.

I panicked and started screaming for help again. In response, she pulled out a roll of duct tape, ripped a length of it off, and pressed it over my mouth.

"HELP!! HELP!! HE-mmmmmmmm-"

The effect was immediate. Even screaming at the top of my lungs I was barely audible.

She ripped off more tape and pressed it around my mouth. Struggle as I might, the tape was extremely secure and stayed on no matter what I did.

Having finished further restraining me, she got up. I felt so much more helpless than before. I struggled against my bindings and my gag, and it began to hit me that, oh, I don't actually think there's ANYTHING I can do to escape this now.

We looked at each other. I could feel the pure desperation and pleading in my eyes. I was completely at the mercy of this person.

My captor walked away, took one last look at me totally helpless, chuckled again, and left the room, locking the door behind her. I was now on my own, truly, inescapably bound, with no way to call for help.

Then I woke up.

[sweetvillain]

Dreaming of our passions can possible but doesn’t happen automatically.
It happened to me too. It was not long experience, but very very...real.
As if were a "lucid dream".

Very interesting, you know. It says about your inner desire, to the point of being transversal dream/reality even in a state of sleep.
Think if you woke really tied and gagged.
Scared or euphoric?

Thanks for telling us, Crazine

[StrugglingSue]

Interesting! I wouldn't mind a dream of getting bound lol.