Had a Horny dream about my BFF and Submitting to her and her Man (FFM)

So First time posting in this sub.

So a slight update and I promise i don’t want to make this a blog kinda style but I had a seriously horny dream last night and I’ve been working my aching pussy all morning because of it. Let me know if I should continue this trend of dreams or fantasies or if i’m bugging all of you OK?

Also Warning: Story is kinda long. You have been warned.

Our actors:

Me: Saphire (Saph) your local horny smut lover.

BFF: Astrid (not her real name but fuck, really needed to stop using BFF/Sister figure so fuck it)

Fiances/BFF’s Lover: Wonderboy (because that’s my nickname for him so fuck it i’ll keep using it)

So when we last left our hero’s: Poor Saph was dealing with her mixed feelings towards her best friend and her fiances. She overheard Wonderboy fucking the hell out of Astrid and this event has kept in poor little old me’s mind for a while. But as I dozed into my slumber last night it felt like I had awoken back in their house. I was in the same spare room as before and I got up out of the bed to figure out what was going on. But the moment I pulled the sheets away I saw I was stark naked. The cold air hitting my pale skin and facing a full body mirror I’ve gotten dressed in front of so many times. But as i went to the dresser and closet not a single scrap of clothing was to be found. Alone in a spare room naked… until i looked again in the mirror. A collar was around my neck, black, leather and studded. I felt so secure and snug… so natural… that i didn’t feel it or notice it at all. I felt around my neck and could touch a fain’t lock on the back of the collar. No key to be found here though.

‘Was I a prisoner? Locked in their spare room.’ I tried the door and it opened easily. ‘So not a jail’. I walked out and knocked on Astrid and Wonderboy’s door. “Hello?” No answer. I opened the door. Nothing was changed. Just their comfy nerdy bedroom i’d seen before… until i stepped inside. I felt my knees buckle. My hand slipped from the doorknob to catch myself and i fell into the room. The moment my knees and hands touched the carpet they felt like steel. I couldn’t move. Bent over on all fours facing down in their doorway. I tried to struggle but nothing worked. Some invisible force held me there the moment i crossed their doorway. “What the fuck is going on?!” Despite the terror and freakishness of it all, i felt nipples getting hard in the cold air. I felt the breeze from the doorway tickle between my legs and knew i was getting turned on. “But why? What is happening?”

Then, footsteps from downstairs. I could hear someone. Their movements slow and steady. each footstep upon the stairs was like thunder resonated in my chest. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t roll. Couldn’t budge from that submissive and embarrassing position. Waiting for whoever or whatever was coming for me. Then I heard them behind me. The steps stopped in front of the door. Their eyes on me yet i couldn’t turn my head to see anything. I was helpless. “Foolish girl. Getting stuck again?” It was a woman’s voice. I knew it yet it sounded different… commanding. I felt a shiver run down my spine and felt my body start to burn with that desire i knew so well. Then felt a painful smack to my ass followed by a loud fleshy sound I loved so much. “To answer your question, why is this happening? It’s simple, your body just know’s better than you.” Then she entered the room, Her room. I only saw her boots walk past and couldn’t raise my head as she stood in front of me. “Good morning” she told me cheerfully. “Ready for your day?” She touched my collar and I was freed. I sat back on my knees looking up at her. Fuck she was hot…. brown cowboy boots, a blue dress that flowed and billowed past her knees, a corset made of the same brown leather as her boots but was covered by her boobs and cleavage that pushed against the top of her dress. 38DDD breast and an ass to match but was mercifully hidden beneath her dress to keep men’s hearts from stopping from loss of blood ;P (if you know what I mean). But i noticed she wore a collar too. hers was better than mine. Subtle in nature. Almost mistaken as jewelry but clearly an ownership collar.

“What is going on, Astrid?” “Saph… when we are here you will call me Mistress. Am I clear?” I froze. “Yes, Ast… I mean… Mistress. Since when are you the kinky one?” Her boot moved between my thy’s and I was taken aback by how precise and swift her movement was. Her boot sat firmly beneath my now soaking wet pussy and I felt helpless and unprepared. “You wanted this, Saph. You had the audacity to want him. I loved you. I care about you. I’d do anything for you. But I will never betray or surrender him to you or anyone. He is mine, and I am his.” She pulled her boot back and I watched the wet patch now present move back under her. My breath was now heavy and she sat on the edge of the bed facing me. She crossed her legs and i saw there was nothing under that dress… only her boot in front of me blocked my view, the same boot now stained by me.

She spoke again but in a condescending tone, “I tried to help you… you know? I tried to temper your lust for him. Give you something to take home. I gave you a peak to try to water you down. I took you with us on a few dates to try to satisfy your curiosity. I let you fuck yourself listening to us. Have i not been kind? Is this not enough for your raging lust? I tried setting you up with other guys also. Good guys. Not Wonderboy… i know… but suitable replacements… And yet you are ungrateful.” My breath felt heavy like a weight was crushing my chest. “I’m sorry, Mistress…” She looked at me coldly, “Bullshit. Bullshit you are sorry. You are lusting after the man I love. You are lusting after the cock that rightfully is mine. You are lusting after us… and yet you’re ‘sorry’. Tell me, do you love me?” My boding felt frozen with shame yet burned with need. Like this room was affecting my will, my mind, and my future. “What?” “Do you love me, Saph?”

“Of course i love you! We are best friends! We’re sisters! Yes I love you!” I was almost in tears yet my body felt so hot in that moment. I felt so ashamed and confused kneeling there at their bed. She uncrossed he legs and looked at me. Did she have a tear in her eye? “Do you love him? Do you want him? Is it so impossible to look away?” The moment felt frozen… my heart ached. My need felt like no other. My mouth opened, “Yes…” I could hear my heartbeat at this point. She knelt down next to me. she brought her lips next to my ear and whispered, “Then I will help you, sister. I’ll have him satisfy you… but you will never take him from me. You will NEVER truly have him. So long as you have one single toe inside this room you will be MINE. A toy. My playing. My good little cumslut. And like any good toy I will use you to help me satisfy his needs. I’ll make you suck him. I’ll have him fuck you. I’ll have you cumming for days. I’ll have him edge you and destroy your pretty little mind far more than he does me. And you will be satisfied… but he will never love you. You will be a toy. You will cum your brains out as a toy and nothing more. In this room you are mine.”

I could have cum right there guys… but then she stood and ordered me to clean the mess of her boot i had made. I did, without hesitation. I moved up her leg without asking and kissed up her thy. Her dress was long enough that she covered me beneath her and her dress hiding me… as he walked in. They exchanged I love you as i kissed her legs, ass, and felt her pussy erupt upon seeing him. I served mistress as he kissed her. I touched myself as her body erupted with heat against mine from seeing her love. He spoke so sweetly with her asking about her day being so gentle and playful until she walked off me and knelt before him. I knelt there watching her submit to him, removing her dress, keeping the boots and kissing her crotch through his pants. Pure adoration and submission towards him in front of me. Love and warmth in their faces and eyes. He caressed her cheek and stroked her hair in such a kind way as she barried her face into his leg, crotch, and thy… almost like claiming herself with his scent.

Then he noticed me. He looked confused but warm. That same stupid, dorky, wonderboy smirk i’ve seen for five years. The same hello that sent my heart a flutter. The warm look of acceptance for who i was and what i am. Not caring that i looked like a depraved collard slut in his wife’s room. The room felt like a sanctuary of trust, safety, understanding. But then she turned to me, “Sir, I have a new toy for you to play with. Use her properly. Use her however you’d like. She is my gift to you…” I could see hi face harden slightly. His eyes a bit colder. Love replaced with lust. But as he looked to her they returned to that same loving, deep blue you could get lost in. I understood… he would fuck me. I would have them both… but his heart was her. He was the master of this house. She his queen. She served him with all her heart. He gave her everything. She submitted to him her lust, love, and soul. And I…. was hers… a sub beneath a sub. A toy for mistress to submit to him with. Lower than low.

And It felt so right!

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So I’m going to cut the dream story off there. If anyone wants to hear more let me know. I might continue it. I Don’t know if there is a fetish like this out there but I’m touching myself for the rest of the day :P

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