Recurring Dream
by ElvisJessie

You ever dream at night, and your dreams seem as real as possible? Well, for me mine are quite vivid with great detail to them. Detail so great that I've awakened smiling almost every morning for the past three years now. And this one dream constantly haunts me still to this day. I would like to tell you about it, and who knows if there is someone reading this with the idea of doing what it entails. Believe me, I wouldn't mind having this dream acted out in real life during this up-coming summer.
It all begins with me driving on the Massachusetts Highway several miles from the town I live in. My attire is always barefeet, bare chest, faded blue jeans shorts . . . and with me sweating my ass off on the hottest day of the year. I suppose the distance is fifty miles from my home town when I find out my car always dying on me, and I'm usually there in the breakdown lane trying in vain to start it up again. In my dream my car engine never turns over, and my dream always shows me getting out of it, popping the hood and leaning into it carefully in order to examine it.
Just then--every time in this dream--I see myself being chloroformed into unconsciousness by a masked captor, and carefully lifted up into his arms, and carried to a black van with tinted windows. There I am carefully placed into it. I can see myself lying on a plush carpeted floor with my eyes blindfolded, my mouth gagged, my wrists tied behind my back and my barefeet tied together as well.
Next in my dream the scene flashes to a large abandoned warehouse where the driver brings the van inside. And next he and another man can be seen lifting me carefully out of the van, and then placing me into a very large wooden box. But before my body is placed into it I can see the driver untying my ankles just long enough to unbutton, unzip and completely remove my jean shorts off of me. Now completely naked the driver now re-secures my ankles together with leather straps. He does the same thing to my wrists. I now see myself in my dream being carefully placed into the large wooden box, and then I see the two men nailing it shut on top of me, sealing me snugly inside.
The Next scene flashes in my mind to the back of the hanger where I could see a forklift carrying the very box I'm. It was quickly loading the box, with me in it, onto a private plane already set to leave with it's engines running. My mind visually sees the plane lifting off into the sky with me inside the large crate.
Hours Pass and I start to awaken slowly. I quickly discover my eyes and mouth are covered. Panic sets in as I feel the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. Clearly I had no idea what was happening to me I just wanted out of that situation fast. So once we arrived at our final destination again, I could visualize a forklift attaching itself to the crate I was in now. I could see it. I could also see that I was being carried underneath a very lavish house on top of a hill. The vehicle made it's way through what looked like, in my mind, an underground tunnel. The next thing I could see in my dream was a funnel being attached to the very top of the crate, and from it came a gas that once again caused me to go unconscious.
My second time awakening in my dream saw me without the blindfold or the gag. Instead of screaming, like what usually happens to someone who has been kidnapped, I quickly looked around inside of where I'd found myself. And from what I saw it was most evident that I wasn't in Kansas anymore Dorothy. I was actually in a fully equipped, and fully stocked dungeon with every single piece of bondage equipment you could imagine. This room had one very large steel door, and no windows anywhere. As I waited there I could now see my body had been placed on a large X-Frame.
Suddenly from behind me came another blindfold plunging me back into darkness once again. Finally it would be seconds before I felt something beginning to tickle both my underarms, both my inner thighs . . . and both the shaft as well as the very tip of my uncut cock. Finally it began to tickle my bare feet, and toes! It was unbearable and I began to giggle at first. But eventually it was, within twenty minutes, that my giggling turned into hysterical unstoppable laughter. I laughed like a maniac as I was tickled everywhere imaginable.
Who knew a drive in Massachusetts could result in my being someone's tickle-torture slave forever? Guess it only happens in dreams.

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