Lady Trinity

The musings of a modern day Mistress

The Musings of a Modern Day Mistress

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Saturday 12 December 2015

Last night I had the strangest dream.....

I was at a fetish event that was being held at a venue called 'For Your Eyes Only'. Only the venue was strangely cold,  and unatmospheric (is there such a word???) The rooms were too brightly lit, and the tables and chairs too clinical. I had two identical coats, one old and one new, so I gave one into the cloakroom. The attendant, who was a dwarf dressed in red outfit with a jester's hat took my coat, and my money, but gave me nothing in return, so I thought he must have a very good memory. 

I wandered round the club but it was so cold I was shivering and everyone seemed to be frozen, apart from a girl called Lisa who I met in the ladies loo. We decided to leave so I needed to pick my second coat up from the cloakroom. Lisa's coat was in the cloakroom too, but she had a fluffy white ball which she gave to the dwarf. I tried to explain he hadn't given me a ball in exchange for my coat, and that it was easy to spot my coat because it was the same as the one I was wearing already, but he wasn't very helpful. Lisa disappeared with a guy wearing a dress and pushing a Dyson. The dwarf told me my coat is in the office, and to follow the red lines on the floor to get there. I start to follow them but they disappear. Then the owner of the club appears and offers to take me to the office, but it isn't in this building. We go outside and start walking, but we aren't in city anymore, we're walking across country which is tricky in heels. As we walk I look back at the city skyline, it's glowing red, as if it's on fire.

We arrive at her office, which is a small wooden shack, and my coat is hanging in a peg on the back of the door. Inside one of the coat pockets is an airline ticket. She offers to take me to the airport, but says she needs to change her leg first because it's aching after the walk across country. As she takes off her leg, and props it against the wall I see it is made of Plaster of Paris. I aske her why, but all she says is that she was an escort once and a client strangled her leg and killed it, so it had to be amputated.....

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