This story was originally written sometime ago for a slavewho I became very close too. She was an extreme slave who was committed to Malesupremacy and... serving Men. Subs & slaves with similar beliefs and ideas areespecially encouraged to write me. All are welcome to comment. DREAM GIRL She teetered home on her heels, her head in a fog. He hadkept her up late last night fucking her, and the uncomfortable hog tie he lefther tied in had made it difficult for her to sleep. Her hands had been tied. Her eyes widened as she felt him just inside her. He slid his hands up her arms and pressed his hands against hers, aligning their fingers. “This might hurt a lot. Those from different levels aren’t supposed to…” Before he finished his statement, she took his mouth, kissing him fiercely. He pushed inside slowly, with little thrusts meant to minimize stress. He felt her tears on his face, heard the sobs, and brought his arms around her shoulders. She slid her hands to his back, flattening her. I decided to save Dracula for last because I wanted some experience with the show before I went after a flying beast. I didn’t want to get snapped up when I was distracted because I was worried about camera angles. That was one of the things that had to be worked out with the cameramen. In fact, I was probably going to need a camera director.We worked until their normal quitting time on digging up information on the Sismac. At first, I was a bit upset because there was so little available, then. When he was finished each customer would tell him, ‘Oh Bill, how I wished I hired you to build my fence once, instead of mending it so many times.’ Bill would only smile telling them his fences were: horse high, pig tight…’ ‘And bull strong,’ several of the listeners chanted. ‘And bull strong,’ he continued after a brief pause. ‘Bill was mighty proud of his fences, mighty proud of his plan, so proud of his plan he decided to live his life the way he worked his fences. So he lived hard, building.