I ... I’m ready. I want to delve into whatever this is. I want to tackle this dream head-on and find out what it means.”Smiling, Mike replied, “...I’m right there with you. Where do you think we should start?”“To be honest, I think a fresh set of eyes and ears might shed some light on this mystery,” she said. “Would you be willing to experience what I experienced two nights ago? My powers would allow me to show you.”“You mean as a fantasy?”“No, not a true fantasy. This would be ... more akin to. His voice was deep and playful, ‘Hello, beautiful, did you miss me?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sure you did,’ he looked disdainful at the dream man. ‘Is this what you want, some French beach gigolo? Hell, Sasha, he probably can’t even spell his own name.’ His voice held no hint of an accent though I knew that he had been born French himself…of course that had been five hundred years ago. ‘Who cares?’ I retorted. ‘I didn’t create him for his intelligent conversations.’ Tannon waved his hand, banishing the other. He squeezed them for a further 5 minutes and then another demand. He wanted to enter his palms under my bra also. I was hot and wet by then. So I told him to do whatever he likes.He gripped his fingers on my bra elastic and raised it upwards. My boobs popped out of my bra and the bra slipped upwards till my collar bones. He grabbed my boobs and started to squeeze them again, but he started to pinch my nipples too. This continued for 5 more minutes before I asked him to stop.I asked him, how. I experimentally lifted a foot, and found, to no great surprise, my leg cuffs locked on too. There was a chain connected to my handcuffs, and I found with a bit of tugging that it was connected not only to my leg cuffs but to the steel collar which appeared to be locked around my neck too.So there it was, I had wanted to feel like a chained up prisoner, and that's just how I felt. I'm sure most prisoners didn't want to be there and just wanted to be free of it all, and in my hung over state.