Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers
Chapter 2 MF, Dream MDom

Caroline became aware of several things. She was aware she was completely naked, but 
not why. She was aware of a thick band of leather around her neck, nestling snugly 
against her throat. It didn't occur to her to mind the collar, in fact, she thought it felt 
rather, well, exciting. She was aware she wasn't alone, and she realized that the man with 
her wasn't Sam. Still no sense of alarm filtered through to disturb her foggy thoughts. 
 
One pertinent fact eluded her -- who was this man? She couldn't seem to see his face or 
hear his voice clearly, but she was able to gather some impressions. His voice, while 
difficult to identify, was rich, measured and commanding. Something in that voice 
made her happy with whatever was happening, and that included her current nudity. 
 
The man's skin was neither light nor dark, nor black nor white but rather a color midway 
between bronze and gold, and it seemed to be illuminated from within.  It gave Caroline 
the feeling that she was in the presence of some semi-divine creature. That the creature 
was as naked as she dawned on her only gradually. A feeling like butterflies fluttering 
inside her began in Caroline's belly, and soon spread further down. The feeling did not 
disturb her, quite the opposite in fact. 
 
The Man was well groomed; a fact Caroline was able to tell from the manicured state and 
smooth feel of his hand, a hand which was currently moving slowly down her back. She 
recognized she was on all fours and somehow unable, or unwilling, to change position. 
She felt herself moving slightly as a cat might move when it is being petted.  

Then the hand reached her ass. Caroline let out a small gasp and the butterflies intensified 
their fluttering as the first beautiful hand was joined by a second. Caroline felt herself 
being urged, gently but firmly, to lower her shoulders to the floor and to rest her cheek on 
the surface, her dark brown hair spilled in a halo around her. 
 
And then she felt something new. Her eyes widened and her mouth gapped as the head of 
the man's cock moved across the meeting of her butt cheeks and beneath them. The well 
kept hands took a firm hold on Caroline's hips. There was a moment that Caroline 
instinctively knew meant the man had pulled his hips back for the inevitable thrust 
forward. She held her breath and could feel herself straining backwards with her hips.  

"Now, right now!" was her only thought. 
 
The room was dark and Caroline was disorientated. Gone was the mysterious and elusive 
man. She was no longer naked but dressed in a rather rumpled nightdress. Next to her lay 
Sam, sprawled on his side, smiling in his sleep. 

Caroline lay in the dark for a moment breathing slowly. Her body was drenched in 
perspiration, and there was a deep, almost painful yearning that started between her legs 
and spread out. She could still remember the touch of the man from her dream, the way 
his hands had felt so smooth against her naked skin. This memory was mixed with 
disappointment that it had only been a dream. The room felt small and stifling. Caroline 
felt constricted by the now very moist pair of panties that were clinging to her pussy

Almost mechanically, Caroline sat up. Sam stirred a little but didn't wake. Looking down 
her nightdress and panties, Caroline rolled over in the bed and wound herself around her 
husband.
 
Sliding a hand down between his legs, she eased his shorts down and began to help his 
cock stiffen. She was surprised to hear him murmur, "Good girl." His eyes slowly 
opened and she kissed him. His arms enfolded her and pulled her closer to him. 
