I had one of those dreams again last night. The man dream. Not that I wanted one or needed one, but that I *was* one.
This time was worthy of a story. I swear. I dreamed I was a boy dating a lithe blonde girl who was about to be punished by a pro-Domme. (The punisher in the dream was actually a principal/headmistress type based loosely on an editor I once worked for.) My girlfriend was bound down to a table, arms over her head, feet spread, ass up. At first, I thought I was going to secretly watch her receive punishment. And—yeah, let me tell you, I thought that was going to be pretty fucking cool.
But then the headmistress turned to look me over and told me to strip. I was shocked—and honestly, scared. Because I knew that watching my girlfriend get caned was going to give me a hard-on. And I didn't want my girl to know that her pain was going to turn me on. Not to the extent that I knew it would.
That was the dilemma. My hard throbbing problem. But ultimately that's what happened. I stood naked in a corner, watching as this beast of a headmistress punished the fuck out of my girlfriend. And at the peak of the scene, I came.
I think this is the first time I've ever gotten to come as a man. Damn—what a rush.
When I write up the story for real, I'll let you know.