Mistress of Her Dreams

Chary has a dream that always returns. She stands in darkness wearing almost nothing, afraid yet wet between her legs. Her clothes fall away on their own. Ropes coil around her limbs like living snakes, silk threads binding her into an open web she cannot escape. She hangs there helpless. Then the Mistress steps out of the dark. The woman claims every inch Chary has offered, opening her, taking her, using her until Chary sobs with need. Every thrust, every bite leaves her trembling and more eager for the next night, when the dream will claim her again.