I forgot to lubricate the ring last night and I could really feel the difference this morning. At about 4:15 its bite woke me up. I relieved myself, which brought the, um, swelling down a bit – at least enough to be able to go back to sleep.

Then, I had this weird dream. I was in a strange, dimly lit house but all our stuff was in it, even the full length mirror upon which Belle hangs her key on its silver necklace. The whole family was there, except for Belle. Even in my dream, the device was hurting me, so I went looking for the key so I could move up to a bigger size (note, not to take it off, but to leave it on with a bigger ring). As I went into the bedroom where the mirror was, a little rabbit (I am not making this up) stopped me. Looking up at me with his big, Disney-esque eyes he said, “But what about my suffering?”

Apparently, I shrugged off the little rabbit, found the key, and turned my attention to the device. That’s when I found that the tube and KSD-G3 had fallen off in my hands, but the ring was still locked to my body (and I know that doesn’t make any sense). I fiddled with the little silver key and went to put it in the keyhole only to find my little chrome lock had been replaced with a big clear plastic one. Her key was useless. I couldn’t get out of the ever more painful device.

Like I said, weird.

4 Replies to “Dreamy”

  1. Well, that sounds like a very easy dream to analyze.

    Clearly the rabbit means you are going to get lucky. And the key symbolizes opportunity.

    Maybe it’s time to get that lottery ticket!

    Of course it might also just mean that you are stuck in the belt another day, since you shrugged off the bunny and the key didn’t work. 😛

  2. Thumper,

    I’ve read your whole blog from start to finish (well, more like finish to start really, but whatever). And considering how often you refer to yourself/your libido in terms of rabbits (“bunny lovin'”), it’s totally unsurprising to me that your brain decided to represent part of yourself as a cute widdle bunny.

    Our subconscious minds are hilariously literal that way. I once had a dream where I visited, “the Museum of Human Anatomy,” and the genitals were – guess where? – hidden away in the basement! I couldn’t possibly *make up* something so Freudian.

    Actually, you could probably get a whole essay out of the conflict between your submissive self vs. animal lust, as symbolized by the rabbit. I mean, any psych or English major would have a field day.

    Hi, by the way. I’ve been reading your blog for a couple of weeks now, although I don’t think I’ve commented. It was nice to discover an OD-related blog which doesn’t lean too heavily toward either a) stats of some sort, or b) lengthy drones about the technical aspects of some homemade torture device or other. I don’t think I’m much of a sub; but strangely, it’s still easy to relate to what you write.

    So yeah, hello! I might cruise through every once in a while.


  3. Bean, hi back!

    So…you’re positing that the suffering bunny is my repressed sexuality rebelling against this newly emerging submissiveness. Now that’s thinking. Yessir, I like it. I also like to hear that others have weird dreams involving their genitals. Honestly, I’m surprised this is the first time OD has encroached in such an obvious way on my sleeping mind.

    I’m glad you enjoy the blog. It’s easy sometimes to imagine you’re yelling into an empty box when you do this. I’ll try to keep the score-keeping to a minimum (and not even bring up the popsicle stick iron maiden I’m putting together in my garage).

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