Last night, I had a wonderful dream.
I appeared to be a plantation owneress in my
dream and there were several people from my real world in it. My best friend
was kind of chief overseer and whipped slaves to death just for fun. Strangely,
the slaves on my plantation were not black, but were refugees that were
arrested while trying to cross the borders. In one or the other way, they were
sold (or given) to me as slaves. I guess European governments just gave them to
me in order to get rid of them?
Anyway, I had hundreds of slaves at my
disposal and amongst them tens of personal slaves. One of them was a british
guy who I am chatting with regularly (in real life) and who is fond of my
riding outfit. Also my best friend was in it as a kind of chief overseer and
very dedicated to urge the slaves to toil beyond their limits. It appeared to
be the habit that slaves were continuously whipped to work harder but when a
slave no longer could stand the whip and fell down, he was kicked with our
boots until he got up again or died. Whatever came first... Strangely, me and
my friend wore typical SS- or Nazi uniforms, while all the other characters
wore 18th or 19th century clothes. I know, dreams can be strange. Also
anachroic was that part of the plantation also had a building that looked the
same as my real life company but instead of the normal employees, also slaves
were working in it under the strict supervision of me and my chief
overseer.
While I was overlooking the toiling slaves, a
slave hurried to bring me a cool drink. But, as he ran towards me, my friend
stuck out her foot and made him trip over, in front of me. Like that, he was
right in front of me, fully exposed and at the mercy of my boots. So, I kicked
him hard and cruel for his mistake and when he said that my friend made him
trip over, I handed him over to her to be punished for accusing her.
Most slaves had no recognizable faces to me,
but I recognized that English guy whom I am chatting with for quite some time.
he was continuously at my boots as a kind of "bootslave", a slave
responsible to keep my boots bright and shiny at all instances. It was his task
to tongue-cleaning them when soiled with whatever I stepped in. That included licking away blood of slaves
that might have gotten on the precious leather during during a
"meeting" with my boots. I seemed to consider him as a more
privileged slave since I allowed him to worship my thighs and behind and
massaging them. On top of that, I had him beat up another slave with a
nightstick. I guess I considered him a bit as my bodyguard although I did not
seem to need protection. I seem to remember that there was a second personal
slave at my other boot while I was mounted so I had a "bootslave" at
each of my boots who even tongued my boots while in the saddle, keeping even
the soles spic and span. Me and my chief overseer indeed were mounted most of
the times and rode on horseback between the toiling slaves whipping them
continuously and accidentally a slave was ran over and trampled. It was during
such a scene that I woke up abruptly. I was whipping a slave who could no
longer cope with it and fell down. I turned My horse a bit and made it run over
the slave, but then, all of a sudden I woke up and felt sorry it was all just a
dream.
Although very strange combinations, it was a
vivid dream that gave me a good feeling and I sensed that I was hot and wet
when waking up! I guess it must have been because of my lack of this kind of
feelings for a long period (due to my covid19). I wonder if any of you also
have these kind of dreams. I would be glad to know and always welcome your
experiences at madam_kommandante@yahoo.com.
Lady Contessa Pat
