The Long Dream (Patreon)

He wasn’t sure why he bought the old picture.

Why he kept it by his bed.

He only knew since he had, his dreams had been so...

Relaxing.

Restful.

So soft.

So pleasant.

Dreaming of softest clouds.

Softest pillows.

Tender touches.

Gentle crooning.

Telling him it was okay to sleep.

To relax.

To give in.

And every day, it got so much harder to wake up.

So much harder to rise.

Easier to just lie back.

Sleep.

Just relax.

Just sink into the comforting breasts...of...

Mistress...