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I've always had nightmares… ever since I could remember, really, and as a result, sleep has never been appealing to me.
Drugs and alcohol had helped in the past.
In my sleep, I'd see the dead body of the crack whore who gave birth to me; in my sleep, I'd experience the torture I did when I was 4. After all these years, I should've gotten used to all this, I know.
Such a dream (a nightmare, really) woke me up at 7.24pm; it was 6 minutes before the alarm clock was supposed to wake me. I'd planned to wake up at 7.30pm and have 30 minutes to prepare for my… guest.
I was on the seventh floor of the Crane Tower, which was the tallest building in Sunny Grey (but it wouldn't be the tallest in a year or 2, for that'd be Jon's Tower), and I was naked on top of the silk sheets.
I'd fallen asleep after jerking off, so you could understand why I was only wearing a sock on my penis and a leather collar on my neck… Okay, maybe you understood why I needed the sock; the collar was something my mistress had told me to wear.
I didn't jerk off with the help of porn or anything like that, but Mistress Lincoln and I were having phone sex. She was preparing me for my guest. Mistress Lincoln had told me to tighten the collar around my neck, but not too tight because I might've passed out or died of asphyxiation.
(I'd loosened the collar before falling asleep.)
Mistress Lincoln had introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle when I was 15, and I'd been her Sub — on and off — ever since. She was my mistress, and even when I'd rebel at times, I did everything she commanded me; she always had my best interest at heart, I knew that.
Lately I'd been out of control; I hadn't been attending my classes at Harvard, I'd returned into drinking and taking drugs, and I'd also been into a few fist-fights in the bar near campus.
I'd been out of control before, but that stopped (paused, really) 6 years ago when Mistress Lincoln straightened me up. Lately, however, she'd been busy with her husband, who needed more attention than usual, and so Mistress Lincoln sent me to Sunny Grey so I may blow off some steam.
In the '90s, she herself had spent a few summers in Sunny Grey, and credits this island for helping her explore her sexual fantasies with no shame. Mistress Lincoln said the island was paradise, but I'd been here 4 days and hadn't experienced much.
It wasn't the island's fault, though, but mine; I'd been in my hotel room most of the time. Mistress Lincoln, as my domme, had given me permission to have as much sex as I desired, but I hadn't done a thing since I didn't know where to begin.
I'd never asked a girl out before, so I didn't know how to. Mistress Lincoln had been the one who initiated things between me and her, and that was with a deep kiss and an arousing slap on the face.
The best I did in Sunny Grey was glare at beautiful girls whenever I was out. Girls here were sexy, and my eyes would take mental pictures for when I got back into my room; even the desk clerk downstairs turned me on… Everything turned me on, to be fair.
The desk clerk was not much older than I was; she was 25 at best, which was only 4 years older than I was.
Mistress Lincoln, who was the only woman I'd been with, was around my mother's age… Not the crack whore, but my true mother — Dr. Grace Trevelyan-Grey.
So, 4 years wasn't much.