some things Y/you should know about me
- sushichum
- atl, GA
- this blog is about me and my expressions and acceptance of being a male submissive within a female dominated world. i accept the rule of female dominance and supremacy and realize that it is only a matter of time when this shall be the cultural norm within O/our society. in this blog one will find examples of my art, my writings, jottings, videos, observations and stories which chronicle and revolve around my life and fetishes. throughout this blog i hope to honor the creativity, superior intelligence, strength and physical vitality of women, while at the same time point out the insecurities, shortcomings and frailties of males. as such, this blog has a decidedly Femdomme slant.
9/24/2011
a disturbing dream ...
last night i did not sleep well. a massive thunderstorm rumbled and tumbled outside my bedroom window. the air was heavy with humidity and i had stripped down to a t-shirt and a snug fitting pair of patterned boxers.the ceiling fan blew wisps of airy relief and attempted to relieve my weary airconditioner. i twisted and turned while each lightning strike lit up the contents of my bedroom. bizarre ghastly, shadowy shapes would appear and then magically vaporize. it set my imagination to wandering. but, most of all i felt the gnawing hole within me stir, grumble and threaten to to make a 2AM snack of me and hungrily consume my vanilla self.
i sighed deeply. i missed Her. i mean really missed Her ... bigtime. the heaviness i felt moved in and threatened to squash my chest. i could think of nothing else but my Mistress. Her heavy handed punches, kicks, pinches and tweaks. the aroma of Her beautiful long hair as it drapes across Her strong shoulders, cascades down and threatens to drown me within it's toxic embrace. Her telling eyes which see clearly through every thought and intention and are so full of energy, passion and vitae. I tumble and toss and finally succumb to a troubled slumber.
i'm not sure why, but many times as i sleep my subconscious transports me to an ever more compelling and controlling Femdomme state of mind. my dreams become lanyards which seek to solve these perceived dilemas. i have had three epiphany like dream experiences which have securely fastened me to my Mistress' leash and confirmed my ever more precarious state of being. this particular dream though thoroughly confused me. therefore, i present it on my blog.
the dream started with me sitting at home at my computer. it appeared that i was engaged in something intently, but i am not sure what. suddenly from out of nowhere my Mistress appears. She is beautiful and dressed provacatively in boyshorts and a white tight fitting boybeater. there are numerous dried bloodstains prevalent and it is cropped . Her fists are wrapped in blood soaked gauze and She wears a pair of black and pink sneakers. i continue to type at the keyboard unaware of Her presence. She then saunters up grabs my neck violently and pulls me effortlessly off my chair. She punches me repeatedly in the face, and drops me hard with rib cracking roundhouse kicks. suddenly, She stops, looks me in the eye, caresses my face with Her blood stained wraps and then lightly kisses me on the forehead. She then stands dramatically over my prone form and whispers something. i do not know what She said, but suddenly i have urinated all over myself. what i perceive to be a copious amount. She stops looks back, smiles approvingly, nods Her head and then picks me up by my chin and pulls my ear towards a blue door. W/we both walk together and exit through the blue door
the next part of the dream, i am what looks like the sides of an empty swimming pool this time sketching, or drawing. the pool house is empty except for one other lone towel clad figure with a towel draped over the head. the figure walks down off the bleachers towards me almost gliding with an erie irridescent light. i continue sketching and drawing intently. something ... i do not know. the figure comes closer. upon closer observation the white silken robe is also covered with dried blood. the figure continues to try to get my attention. tapping my shoulder, shaking me, even pinching my nipples, but I keep wanting to work. never stopping. finally the figure takes off the towel. beautiful black hair shakes itself free and covers my face like a shroud. i gag and choke, and then gaze up at the face of my Mistress. She is dressed in a bloodstained white bikini. Her nails are long and pointed. She digs her nails into my scalp. blood explodes everywhere. the whole pool house is spattered with blood. She smiles open mouthed and shows off her fangs. her nails still locked in my head She directs me over to the pool's edge. "fill it" she hisses through clenched teeth. i bow my head and say i don't know how. my Mistress kicks me hard in the stomach 6 times. at least that is how i remember it. She lifts me up effortlessly and places me again on the edge of the pool. She shreds my pants off like the blades of a food processor. "Now fill it" She demands.. my cock uncoils off my body like a hose and begins to fill the pool with my urine. i try to run, but i find i can't. the force coming through my hose is building greater and greater. She sits and watches, occassionaly slapping me in the face with her sneaker. Finally exausted with the pool full i stop. my cock recoils up and disappears as fast as it had appeared. my Mistress then carrys me and throw me in the deepend of the pool filled with my piss. i remember choking and gasping for breath and having the sensation that i was drowning. suddenly my Mistress dives perfectly into the pool of urine and miraculously rescues me. but this relief is short lived. She smiles seductively, gnashes Her teeth, shows off Her points and proceeds to start ripping me apart until the urine in the pool is bloody red and i can only assume there is nothing left of me.
i again stir, but this time i find myself isolated in a glass room with a flat bottom with walls at an angle and a graduated cylinder type of glass chimney in the center. i am gagged, naked with my hands and feet shakled. i bang on the glass walls, but no one is there. i scream for what seems an eternity, but nothing happens. i sit dejected in the center i think almost sobbing. suddenly my Mistress comes in. gone are the sneakers and flip flops. She is dressed in full Domme regalia. an incredibly tight black corset and with towering high calf high platform boots. Her hair is pinned back in academic style with a neat top height pony tail. She respectfully wears a pair of black geeklike glasses perched on Her nose, and coverying Her lithe body She wears a stunning tight white lab coat. my Mistress walks over to me smirks and bends down to pinch the inside of my ear with Her nails. She grimaces and then forcefully pokes Her other nail through my lip. blood is exploding everywhere. She then casually removes the gold hook around her neck and plunges it into my ear.i scream out in pain, but her bloody ankle sock are stuffed in my mouth. i then find myself immediately prone before Her spewing incredible amounts of piss. wetting myself and drenching my clothes in urine. no matter how hard i try, i cannot stop. it just continues to flow out of me like a busted sewer pipe. i grovel and kiss my Mistresses platform boots begging Her to make it stop. it does not. She walks away laughing making fun of me. Mocking my perplexed state. i cry out and plead for Her to make it stop. She does not. the piss is up to halfway, and i am again swimming in the yellow stuff. i am tiring, but i know if i just keep swimming, that i will float to the top and finally get out. the hole at the top is within sight. finally i could get out. all of a sudden my Mistress' face appears. whats this, she is extending Her hand to help me out. i reach for it gagging and choking. suddenly, i look again. She is perched at the top looking down at me laughing and mocking my state. She shakes her head and waves her middle finger at me, then waves bye. suddenly the top is closed. there is no way out. i will die in a giant beaker filled with my own piss.
i wake up terrified, drenched in sweat with a significant hardon. i would appreciate any significant thoughts on what i just presented.
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