Tomorow

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arly morning light filtered into my bedroom as I threw the covers off. I hadn’t slept well. Drenched in sweat from a dream about the night before, I curled into a tight ball and slid one hand inside my panties. Whitney had awakened in me a desire for punishment. She had been true to her word though, and we never had sex. Instead, she left me dripping and wanting more. Wanting Richard.

I had dreamed of a dark and faceless man. He may have been wearing a hood when he told me, “Do as I say.”

The man placed a jeweled collar around my throat and attached a leash to it. Holding my leash, he led me into my office where my coworkers watched with open mouths. We walked past them, and I felt proud of who I was.

I thought of the dark man in my dream, my disobedience, and his collar. The memory of the dream and of Whitney aroused me, and I remained in bed to satisfy the urge with my vibrator.

Later, I dressed for work and used concealer to hide the dark circles under my eyes. While I added t