Dreaming of the Queen

Posted on May 29, 2008 · in Private Life and Play

I had the oddest, freakiest dream last night. I was a boy of about 14, formally assigned to some sort of military unit that provides personal security to a queen while she’s travelling, but actually my duties are to serve as the queen’s footman. (That is, I do a footman’s job, and obey her orders rather than my immediate superior’s, but I still wear my uniform.)

Suddenly my superior, who is also travelling with us, decides that he doesn’t like me very much, and says that as the queen likes me so much, I should just become her civilian servant instead. But I can’t be let out of my military contract just like that: I have another 10 years written into it.

So instead I should be court-martialled right here and sentensed to death, after which the queen can formally pardon me, which will just get me a flogging. After that she can take me on as a footman if she wants to.

Best of all: I’m fairly sure I was a closet transvestite, which the queen could tell, and tacitly encouraged by dressing me up in her lady-in-waiting’s clothes.

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4 Responses to “Dreaming of the Queen”

  1. Indiana on May 29th, 2008 10:44 pm

    Now *that* is a truly kinky dream. Even Abel and Haron are sure to be jealous!

  2. RichT on May 29th, 2008 10:49 pm

    That’s some pretty freaky dreaming there, Adel. And a ten year enlistment? What were you thinking?

  3. Steve from Kent on May 30th, 2008 1:54 pm

    That was a fascinating dream, Adele.
    The only thing missing from that was Paul Burrell showing up in drag to take the flogging for you.

  4. The Spanklover on May 30th, 2008 5:35 pm

    “I’ll have what she’s having.”

    Wow…maybe you should cut down on the Darjeeling and go back to the Earl Grey.

    LOL!!!

    Vincent

    p.s.

    Could it be the finger pies?

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