Well, it looks like I had to say that Boy Toy doesn’t dream anymore for him to start dreaming again. This one’s kind of funny, with a gloomy, nightmare-ish start that obviously refers to our vacation (cottage by the sea, bad weather…). Of course, it has to turn to kink, being conjured by Boy Toy’s mind. I’m sure shrinks would have a field day, trying to come up with some significance for these dreams… Be gentle, Boy Toy feels quite shy about exposing his mind so thoroughly. Enjoy!

We were walking towards a cottage that we had rented, yup, reference to the trip, and it was really fucked up because it was almost in the ocean but huge waves were coming in, so huge that it was scary to go even near the cottage. It was up on stilts later, it was getting worse and worse. This huge log was crashing against the stilts and I was trying to push it away while you were screaming to me that a wave was coming, it was kinda dark and gloomy.

Then we decided that we weren’t going to stay, or we were looking for the owner to tell them that this was dangerous and made no sense. I felt we got really ripped off or screwed over. And you were talking with locals, one was this old lady with a bucket, almost looked like milk bucket, yup, the real local look. And I was looking back at the cottage and the waves were even higher now, really stressed about where the fuck we were going to stay and trying to wonder if this was all normal as a cottage, like if there was a solution, move it? Block the waves… something I didn’t see or understand?

Then when you came back you told me that there was this village that might have a place. I was really discouraged because we had paid to be by the sea and now it wasn’t to be. So we walked and you started to explain that it was a strange village in that D/s was enforced or something like that. I remember you were breaking it to me slowly as I asked more and more questions, but I can’t remember what the questions were.

Then as we are approaching there are these people, might have only been women, standing and looking, seemingly guarding the outside perimeter, and I’m asking myself “Oh shit, what the fuck is this place?” You tell me to wait while you go talk to them. I feel really uncomfortable because some are looking at me and I’m just standing out in the middle of nowhere, I’m out of place and wondering about the cottage issue.

Then you come back and you’re really happy because we have a place, and I’m saying “You sure? They look aggravated or not happy…” and you’re assuring me that all is well but there are conditions and you start to explain that I have to be your slave or property and a bunch of other things including being naked and wearing collar etc… And at this point I’m saying “fuck, ummmm… I’m really not sure about this”.

You’re getting pissed off and they are walking over. Apparently they won’t let us stay if there are issues, you explain. I feel under all kinds of pressure. Next thing I know I’m standing there naked and you give my clothing to a girl-sorta-guard. And I’m saying “where is she taking that?” and you say something to the effect that I won’t need it. Then you’re putting this collar on me and this girl is laughing and saying I should kneel for you while you put it on, that it’s a rule or something like that. And I’m thinking “how the fuck are we supposed to know all the rules?” but looking at you, you seem to simply agree, saying things like “ahhh, ok, cool” and “can’t wait to be in the village” etc…

Then I remember walking through the village but at first it’s like an old village and the back side has a fancy hotel/spa/resort look, it’s fucked up in style. We stop and you’re talking to this woman who’s dressed almost like a warrior or something… only fancy-like. As you’re talking, my attention goes to these guys that are dressed with nothing but very skimpy and violating harnesses and they are pushing this huge stone ball and struggling very hard, down the street. And I’m wondering what the fuck this is for, it feels like it’s a common occurrence or something. I look back and another two guys are pushing this other round stone further.

We go through this front entrance and it’s really ugly, with dirty old stone, mud in the front, really like an old medieval village. When we get in it’s sort of dark with very small windows and as we are being led around I’m thinking “yuk, this place sucks”. But then we walk through another room and this one is the most awesome space, with huge windows that look right onto the beach and water and everything. It’s super clean and really modern and brightly lit. But I feel you whack my arm because I’m trying to hide my private parts and this gets the warrior woman’s attention. I’m trying to not make this a big deal but it’s growing into one as you two are talking.

Then she’s showing you these little whips and crops, while I’m standing or trying to move away, but I end up bent over and whipped somehow and quickly… Guess there is a part missing here. And she’s saying “break him, that’s it, no bullshit, no resistance” sort of thing.

Then there must be more blanks, as the next thing I remember is walking around next to you, getting more tour of the weird place. I have my hands held behind my back and I’m thinking if I move them forward to hide my exposure a little it’s going to be too obvious and how can I just hide a little.

More blanks because then next thing I remember is being on this sort of high bench in full view and getting into these very revealing positions! Every time I make a slight mistake you tap me on the body part that has to be corrected with this fucking evil looking crop, more like a black, long, hard and thin stick, I remember it quite clearly as I was terrified of it! The woman was saying things to you, giving you tips and tricks and rules but I couldn’t understand or I can’t remember the words.

The last I remember is you sitting in front of me, I’m still high up on this bench in full view and holding this kneeling position with my hands behind my neck and I’m very shy about it. You are establishing rules, I can’t remember them all but I remember how serious this all was. You said I was to learn “in” and “out” of session rules. You also said while we’re here or in session (can’t remember) that I was to refer to you always as “my Owner”. I can’t remember the rest but you were hardcore serious and I wondered if the place had changed you or if you were just playing along, but I didn’t want to test the waters, you sounded way too serious in a way, or ready to punish.

Funny and strange:

There was a sand castle competition while we were there and I wanted to know when it would end so we could get the view of the beach back but I didn’t feel I was allowed to ask.

The place had this part in the modern area of an old castle wall, it was kind of built around it and looked out of place sort of, the stones looked loose.

There were pigs running around the old part of the city.

I remember various scenes of women walking their boy toys naked on leashes in the old part of city. I got worried you would get me to do that too.

I guess the big stone balls being rolled are fucked up too? What the hell was that from?