One for the Experts

Here’s one for the dream interpreters.

Yesterday afternoon while lying on the couch with Master, I fell asleep. Master said I was doing some moaning, some wiggling and was pretty resistant to waking up. Here’s part of what I was dreaming.

There was a group of girls, though none that I recognize, and we were all waiting in a room for our Master. Our master was Satan. And it was said in a moaning chanting sort of way…Master Satan… Master Satan.. Satan was the old fire and brimstone type of satan. Red, sinewy, horns and tail… and mean, cold laughter. Us girls were falling to our knees offering him gifts (It was his birthday…lol) but before he would accept the gifts we had to sexually please him. Master Satan’s cock was large and hot and blood red and we all had a turn, blow jobs and anal… but nothing was satisfying him. I remember lots of crying from us girls and a huge sense of despair and failure. The last thing I recall was me kneeling at his feet sucking on his two big toes, which were penis-length with huge curling toenails, while another girl was riding his cock…. and looking up I caught the flashing red of his cock as it pulled out of her before slamming back in… the screams from the girl “hot hot hot” as his cock was burning her… and his laughter.

That’s when I woke up. And it’s been disturbing me ever since. I dreamed I was fucking Satan.. how fucked up is *that*??