Sweet pvc dreams. A mackintosh nightmare!!!(Not explicit)
Posted: November 18th, 2023, 10:57 am
I discovered a while ago, I could actually create my own dreams. Wonderful, you would think, but actually not. You start creating your own fantasy world which is great. The problem is, it becomes more real, more complex and escaping that fantasy back to reality gets more and more difficult, to the point where I am now.
I love macs. I love people in macs. I have always fantasized about living in a world where everything was rainwear related. Always pvc'd up. Big hoods. Rain. Huge swishing capes billowing in the wind. Everywhere, there are Masters and Mistresses, shiny, rippling in their macintoshes, enslaving there submissives, into their hooded rainsuits or cagoules, plastic macs, or whatever their hearts desired. Some with several layers, hoods up, back to front, inside out. The high shine vinyl coats, glistening in the rain.
I am afraid to go to sleep now. I struggle to stay awake, I am writing this in case I never awake again. My beautiful dream mistress is waiting. I will enter her dreamworld dressed as I wish, feeling the smooth vinyl caressing my entire body. Already hooded macintoshed and then collared, she will lock on a thick heavy chain to guide me to wherever I wish to be. Except last night, after she had released me, her comment 'next time, Im in charge', slightly bothered me. My request to be released comes, as sleep fades, and awake, arrives. This time she had delayed, smiling, key in hand, 'you wait, I had to'. I awoke, sat bolt upright, still wearing my long black mac, the collar hanging loosely round my neck. I didn't get it. I went to bed as I always did, naked. I had no need to don rainwear anymore. I could dream it. It had bugged me all day.
Now at 1am, I really am struggling. I will have to sleep eventually. I tried to think of other things, but my pervy pvc mind always overrode........
I felt the chain lock onto the collar. She laughed. 'You cant escape me, because I am you. This is what you want. The chain pulled taut. There was a huge wardrobe in front of me. The wide doors swung open. The chain pulled me towards it. It was crammed full of rainwear. Hanging rails filled with hundreds of my favourite macs. The chain pulled me into it. The pvc, nylon, vinyl and rubber brushed around and passed me. There were rows and rows. The chain suddenly stopped. The doors shut. A very faint light glowed. 'The key to the way out of this dream is in one of the mac pockets. Find it, you can wake up.' Her laugh slowly disappeared. 'You must put each mac on. Fasten it up properly and put the hood up. Only then will this allow the pockets of the mac to open. The key is in one of them. If you are lucky you may pick the right mac, the right pocket. If you are unlucky, this could turn into your worst mackintosh nightmare! Happy hunting. Sweet dreams'.
I love macs. I love people in macs. I have always fantasized about living in a world where everything was rainwear related. Always pvc'd up. Big hoods. Rain. Huge swishing capes billowing in the wind. Everywhere, there are Masters and Mistresses, shiny, rippling in their macintoshes, enslaving there submissives, into their hooded rainsuits or cagoules, plastic macs, or whatever their hearts desired. Some with several layers, hoods up, back to front, inside out. The high shine vinyl coats, glistening in the rain.
I am afraid to go to sleep now. I struggle to stay awake, I am writing this in case I never awake again. My beautiful dream mistress is waiting. I will enter her dreamworld dressed as I wish, feeling the smooth vinyl caressing my entire body. Already hooded macintoshed and then collared, she will lock on a thick heavy chain to guide me to wherever I wish to be. Except last night, after she had released me, her comment 'next time, Im in charge', slightly bothered me. My request to be released comes, as sleep fades, and awake, arrives. This time she had delayed, smiling, key in hand, 'you wait, I had to'. I awoke, sat bolt upright, still wearing my long black mac, the collar hanging loosely round my neck. I didn't get it. I went to bed as I always did, naked. I had no need to don rainwear anymore. I could dream it. It had bugged me all day.
Now at 1am, I really am struggling. I will have to sleep eventually. I tried to think of other things, but my pervy pvc mind always overrode........
I felt the chain lock onto the collar. She laughed. 'You cant escape me, because I am you. This is what you want. The chain pulled taut. There was a huge wardrobe in front of me. The wide doors swung open. The chain pulled me towards it. It was crammed full of rainwear. Hanging rails filled with hundreds of my favourite macs. The chain pulled me into it. The pvc, nylon, vinyl and rubber brushed around and passed me. There were rows and rows. The chain suddenly stopped. The doors shut. A very faint light glowed. 'The key to the way out of this dream is in one of the mac pockets. Find it, you can wake up.' Her laugh slowly disappeared. 'You must put each mac on. Fasten it up properly and put the hood up. Only then will this allow the pockets of the mac to open. The key is in one of them. If you are lucky you may pick the right mac, the right pocket. If you are unlucky, this could turn into your worst mackintosh nightmare! Happy hunting. Sweet dreams'.
