Sensual Awakening: I Am the Dream

 I am the dream

The first flicker into my sensual awakening washed over me like warm honey. It was a birthing of sexual plaything me, into a life of pleasure. Even though I hold no clue what lies ahead for me, I was still excited. One moment, I was a box of parts. Next, I was brought to life with different electronics and mechanisms. I stared around me in amazement as the fluorescent lights hit me from above. I’m here, I thought as I looked around me at the rows of identical bodies that were in different stages of being completed. I couldn’t help but to think about what came next.

Not being able to move and all. I felt life in me but I could not move. All I could do was take in the factory workers as they went about their everyday work life. Their hands smoothed the silicone skin of my perfect frame, while they gabbed with each other about what they were having for dinner and the dates that they had planned. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs for an explanation to where I was, what I was, something. But it wouldn’t come out of me. So there I was, just an observer in this perfect body awaiting my sensual awakening.

Things moved fast for me.

I was carefully packaged into a cardboard box. This is the crazy part: the form insert touched me in places that made me feel these sensations I didn’t feel before. I lay there in that dark box thinking about my final destination and what it could be. Until the box slowly opened. The bright light hit my face and once it, cleared, I saw a man. He was clean-cut and very handsome. I found myself, as a matter of fact, I felt my face smiling as he met me with those yeses of his that were full of wonder.

I learned that his name was Justin who helped with my sensual awakening. In the week that followed, he showed so much tenderness and love that it defied the transactional nature of our relationship. He always announced that I was to have only the best. That’s what I always got. I had a full wardrobe of lace and silk clothing from the most luxurious brands. He would position me around his apartment like I was living art. Along the way, something sparked with me. I learned to use my mouth and hands. That was it. Also good for now.

I think Justin spoke life into me with sensual awakening.

He was kind, attentive, and devoted in every way. Yet, I often wondered what he was getting me ready for. Then it happened. Our first time having sex. I discovered that he was remarkably small. Maybe 4-5 inches.  In this moment I knew I was more then his dream slut. As he lay on top of me, grunting and grinding, I watched the embarrassment show on his face. From the porns that we’d watched together, I gathered that I should moan, which I did.

That encounter seemed to fuel something deep within him. As he adjusted my teddy while we lay in bed he told me that I’d be coming to work with him in the morning. I had never been to a work so I was very happy, awaiting more sensual awakening. The next morning brought a different excitement from him. He dressed me a very alluring, yet conservative business suit that was very form-fitting. I wore a short pencil shirt, slik blouse, and stiletto heels that he had taught me how to walk in. Thought I didn’t mention how he taught me progressive movements. I learned how to glide in heels so good that I made Justin cream his pants without touching himself.

There’s more to this sensual awakening with both of them.

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