Beauty and the beast(OmniscientOracle &&& DevilishAngel)
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				Title: <strong>Beauty and the beast(OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; DevilishAngel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 08:23:52</strong>
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				These dreams...<br><br>How could she dream about such things? Sarah sat on the right side of her comfortable bed and shook her head, confused at the memories. The room was only lit by the dim light of the streetlights shining through the window. She rubbed with the palm of her left hand over her heavenly blue eyes and brushed her fingers through her dark-brown hair. She slowly got up. She walked slowly in the almost dark bedroom towards the bathroom. The carpet felt warm and comfortable under her bare feet. The tiled floor of the bathroom on the other hand was cold and she shivered lightly. She headed to the sink and looked in the mirror. A young beautiful innocent looking woman was staring back at her. She bowed her head and let the water run so she could take a sip. <br><br>These dreams...<br><br>Her job only average. A boring, dull job as a waitress, serving her customers every day with a mostly fake smile, sometimes the smile was real but most of the time it was sheer acting. She could get an oscar for her acting she thought with a slight grins. The small diner was owned by a big boned, huge man called Phil. Her boss was friendly and nice, he could get angry too but she only witnessed that once in her life. It was not a nice experience and she certainly hoped it would not happen ever again. In the quiet moment between the wave of lunch customer and the wave of late afternoon-snack customers, she thought back about her dream last night. What was wrong with her?<br><br>These dreams....<br><br>As she headed home at 9pm she was tired, she was exhausted. The short sleep, the dream and the long day in the diner wore her out. She hurried through the lit and busy streets of New York, on her way to the subway that would bring her to the safety and peace of her small apartment. Even at 9pm the streets were full, the city that never sleeps...indeed. Suddenly as she walked over the pavement and she was only a few yards away from the subway entrance she stopped. A bussinessman with a mobile phone pressed against his ear bumped into her from behind and cursed loudly. She was frozen, didn't react on the man cursing at her. The man didn't seem to have time for a discussion and walked further, shaking his head. She turned around as if she was hypnotized. She walked back down the street, turned right into a small street. Her feet were leading her. There it was! The door in her dreams, the door that would lead to heavenly pain and pleasure. She slowly stepped closer to the door, the red neonlight over the door saying " the Cage". She took the doorhandle in her left hand...<br><br>These dreams...<br><br>She had to go inside, she had to do it now, to find out why she dreamed about bondage,spanking,humiliation. Why she dreamed about a man, with a mask, whipping,using her...as a toy...as a slave...<br><br>She opened the door, still in a kind of trance as she went inside. The room was lit by candles and torches. It was dark..then she looked down at herself, not even really taking the chance to look around she looked down at herself. It was as if she woke up from her trance.<br><br>She was still wearing her black tight skirt, her white blouse, the garment of a waitress, complete with black pumps and light make up. Her dark-brown hair was still in a loose bun, a few strands of hair hanging lose, framing her face. She looked slowly up again to find herself in a BDSM-club, or at least it seemed like it. She saw people in leather, latex. Nobody seemed to have seen her yet. She hesitated, stood next to the entrance. She had to leave, what was she doing here? She was none of them ,she was like an alien object here. She fumbled nervously with the strap of her leather handbag and wanted to turn around to leave. Some power inside of her made her stay in exactly the same space. No...she had to go...or not? Yes she had to....<br><br>But....these dreams....
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