STORY DESCRIPTION Dreams can be sexually stimulating, pleasantly filled with happy thoughts, or a nightmare. Very few are like mine was. It started as a sexually stimulating dream, I am sure I was smiling, and then it turned into a nightmare.
I worked in the newspaper business a printer, recently made redundant, when it began.
Sat on my bedroom chair was an Aphrodite, clad in sexy underwear, she produced a gun and that was when my nightmare began, as she took me prisoner. Once released I decided that this was too good a story not to investigate, and that was when things got really nasty.
She was an 'Angel of Dreams', sent to warn me about 'Dreamworld,' a company that dealt in all female things, and the more I learned the less I seemed to know, and the deeper into trouble I got.
My Angel gave me a warning and twenty four strokes of the cane, but above her were the Sisters, who exacted more severe pain, and they do, I can tell you. Above them were the Mothers, and there is no limit to the pain, they inflict.
By changing names and dates, I have been permitted by the Mothers, to tell my story.
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