Chapter Three

Her dreams started fitfully, making no real sense. She remembered flying through space, a bunch of plus signs coming out of nowhere, some swirls of light, and then:

All of a sudden her dream became crystal clear. She was in a room, and the lights were dim. She looked down but only saw the floor where her feet should have been. I guess I’m just a disembodied set of eyes, she thought to herself. She looked around and saw a king-sized bed. She saw Mr. Hayes on it, naked. His details were fuzzier than the rest of the dream world, but she could still see his six-pack abs and huge pectorals.

A woman sauntered out of the bathroom, dressed in black lingerie. Tracy looked closer and saw that the woman was her. Well, maybe not quite, but at least a close representation of her. Her hair was much darker, and her stare was much more intense than anything she could pull off. Other than that, it was her face and body. She came out and walked right to the foot of the bed. His eyes were fixated on her, and other than the bed, the rest of the room lost focus and faded away. Tracy watched with fascination as 'she' looked at him up and down.

"You disgust me," she said, her voice deeper and huskier than Tracy's was in real life.

"But I just want to please you," he said.

"You'll never please me," she replied.

"But-"

"Get back down," she barked at him, and suddenly a pair of wraps materialized and tied his hands to the headboard.

He laid there, paralyzed, as she crawled up on the foot of the bed. She moved her way up slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He was getting visibly anxious, shifting back and forth a little as she made her way up to his cock. Suddenly Mr. Hayes' body came into focus, and his cock was rock hard. 'Tracy' grabbed it, and held it. She seemed to squeeze it, and for a moment Tracy thought she might break it in half. Instead, with eyes still locked on Mr. Hayes' eyes, she asked him a question.

"What do you want?" The question seemed to echo in a thousand different voices, as if a thousand different girls had asked him the question before. There was complete silence for a moment as the two of them continued to lock eyes.

Mr. Hayes’ answer came in the same form. A thousand different quiet voices, all his own this time, came back with answers like "Let me do it," and "I'll take it from here," and "If you want something done right..."

But as these answers rang out, a single voice, sharper, clearer, rang out. It was pleading, hopeful in some statements but full of despair in others. "Please, do this," and "I need your help with this," and "I'm counting on you." Eventually, the voice began repeating the same phrase over and over.

"I want you to take control."

'Tracy' started to move on top of him, while still holding his cock in her hand. Her panties seemed to dissolve while the rest of her lingerie stayed on. It was hard to make out details, but it was clear that she was very close to lowering herself onto him.

"You want me to take control?" she asked. He nodded furiously. "You want this?" she asked. He nodded again. She pounced on his chest, so quickly in the dream that it shocked Tracy, and yelled at him loudly, "I'm sorry, did you say you want this?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said with no hesitation.

"Say what you want. Tell me what you want me to control," she demanded.

"I want you to take control... of me."

"Good..." she said, and then moved back down towards his cock. "Maybe you deserve just a taste..." She lowered her pussy down to his cock.

"Tracy!" he moaned...

***

Tracy awoke with a start. She didn't know how, but she knew the dream meant something. It was far too vivid and real to be just a dream. She had just experienced a connection with Mr. Hayes. It was incredible. She knew it had something to do with the blinding flash she had experienced this evening, but beyond that she had no idea. She had never had even the slightest desire to dominate a man like that, but the idea made her so hot that she knew she just had to break out her vibrator...