Bondage Witch Diaries: The Bodysleeve

I still remember the dream I was having. My dreams have always been very vivid, and this was no different.

I stood on a ledge in the wall of a huge cavern, so big I could barely see the far wall. My breath came in deep, nervous gasps, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel a long, light sleeveless dress covering me to my ankles. My arms were stretched above me, a pair of heavy metal shackles holding my wrists high above my head. Looking up, I could see a short, thick chain holding them in place that almost seemed to grow straight out of the cavern wall. I squirmed, my feet sliding over the cold, hard stone. My soft whining echoed faintly on the distant cavern walls.

In the shadows a creature stirred and moved slowly into view. Its long, serpentine neck stretched high over its body, and its wings filled the expanse. I immediately recognized it. It was a dragon, and its large horned head leered at me as it moved closer. Crying out, I attempted to move away, but the shackles held fast, leaving me helpless as the dragon’s hot, steamy breath blew against my face. I could feel its clawed hand rubbing my leg, up my thigh, across my stomach, cupping my breast. My scream echoed through the cavern as a claw sliced effortlessly through my clothes, and I bit my lip to stifle the sobs, a tear working its way down my cheek. The dragon was gentle, careful not to scar my smooth skin, and soon I could feel the hot breath against my bare chest as the fabric pooled around my ankles.

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