My body tingles as I feel something exploring the inside of my body, flowing along with my blood to the smallest artery and vein. Then as quickly as i...t starts, it stops, and the caressing begins again. I feel my clothes being removed and have a sense of déjà vu.In my dream, I wake up and remember the story I had written earlier and wonder if the smell of pine is causing me to dream about what had happened before. I had decided the earlier experience had just been a dream even though some things. There was strange-looking monitor and a large, weirdly-colored keyboard. There were a bunch of keys with weird symbols in two small pads on either side, but it appeared to have the right arrangement of letters in the center section. “You said you wanted to make a record of this night,” he said, gesturing toward the chair. So here I am typing everything up so my friends– and my parents– will know what happened to me. I’ve got it all down, and double-checked. Mr. Alien is gesturing for me to come. In the mirrors in front of me I saw my beautiful Mistress strut to the side of my bent over body on the fantastic heels of her exotic boots, the little silver bell on her left spur tinkling with every move she made. I felt her gloved hands stroking the welts clearly visible on my behind then step aside, swing her whip arm high and whipped me in measured strokes 6 times, this time not bothering to find untouched skin, a criss-cross pattern of red stripes forming. I was almost crying of happiness. The problem was, I studied topless, and I couldn’t remember anything I studied unless I pretended I was topless in the classroom.”“Oh, that’s hot, you should paint Meagan in a room full of straight laced schoolgirls where Meagan is the naughty, topless one!”“I’ll remember that, but for now Peter, you stand here, and Meagan, you kneel down in front of him. You put the stethoscope in your ears. I’m going to hand Peter the listening end, and he’s going to hold it to his dick. You are absolutely.