Anni woke up in her dreams again.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.

And she became aware of the predicament her subconcious has put her in again.

Staring into the inky darkness all around she's surprised to see a faint light appear in the distance.

As quickly as she notices the light, it becomes a crackling writhing blast of energy that surrounds her.

Much to her surprise she feels her clothing began to twist and writhe against her, animated by the crackling light.

Twisting itself into a rope that seductively wraps itself tightly around her.

Leaving her breathlessly excited, naked and writhing, and wishing for release.

No sooner than she thinks it, she feels warm ghostly hands come out of the darkness. Surrounding her, touching her restrained body as she squirms aching for a more intimate touch.

Smack! One of the hands grows bold and starts spanking her pert bottom.

Another hand comes out of the darknetss and wraps itself around her hair, pulling her head back as the rythmic spanking sends electric tingles through her body.

More hands caress her body and one pinches her nipples sending a bold of desire, aching, yearning through her body to her core.

Her subconcius responds and she feels something smooth, huge and insistent, slide up past her defenses and deep into her.

Every touch, every movement all conspire to push her over the edge.

Another hand appears, this time holding a shining crystaline plug, and she feels its twin nestle against her cheeks and slip into her.

The moment her body is all filled up the slightest movement pushes her body over the edge and she feels her body clench as the orgrams washes over her.

'Shit, not yet!', she thinks to herself, not wanting the dream to be over.

Her self recrimination for cumming too soon manifests itself and she feels the cool leather of the crop nestle agains her sensetive skin.

It doesn't take many strokes for her body to respond once again as the hands keep working on her writhing body.

With a blinding force a crushing wave of orgasms rip through her body. Her muffled cries of desire

The gag disappears and her cries float into the darkness, and she finds her point of view fly into the darkness and she sees herself as she appears to her subconcius. Naked, squirming, hot and completely restrained.

Her subconcuos, having been guiding the lecherous hands, reaches the tipping point and she feels the desire made into hot fluid lust that spatters across herself.

Every part of her dream self climaxes over and over again, each orgasm reinforcing the next in a never ending cycle of bliss. Until every aspect of her desires has been sated to the fullest.

Plesantly, completely, exhausted, Anni closes her eyes on the dream and wakes a few hours later, and the memory of the dream fading all too soon.

The End