Tied Up in Her Dreams

The first time I had that dream, I didn’t pay any attention to it afterwards. However, after dreaming the same thing two weeks in a row, I decided I had to do something about it. But it wasn’t so easy. After all, when a vanilla woman is suddenly tied up in her dreams, the road to a solution is uphill all the way.

You see, I’ve never been a kinky person. Don’t get me wrong, I’m open to new experiences, and I enjoy something that deviates from the norm from time to time. But calling myself kinky would be a gross overstatement. So, why did I start dreaming with ropes around me?

The dream is mostly the same. The way I dress and the place where I am might change, but the plot—let´s call it that way—is invariably the same: I’m in a place I’ve never been before. I like to be there. And, suddenly, a strange man appears, and he ties me up. As he wraps the ropes around me, I get, well, excited. And by the time he has finished tying me, I’m having a great time, if you understand what I mean. Then, I wake up, and I feel an unbelievable relaxation, which I can barely believe.

I told Mr. Myers, my therapist, about my dream. He said that it’s an urgent call from my unconscious to go to different places, try new things, and find the rest that being a CFO has brought to my life.

I can’t afford to take a trip and do what he says. It’s not that I lack the money. But I can’t leave the office; there are many things going on (as there have been for the past four years).  So, I hired a professional rigger and told him about my dream. We prepared a scene that would resemble it as best as we could. And we went ahead.

It was marvelous! I really needed that. So, next time something deep inside you asks you for a very specific wish, go ahead. You won’t regret it. I’m produly the woman who was tied up in her dreams.