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I've been having these dreams. Hazy visions of a lavishly furnished house. With time, they have turned more clear and coherent. By now, they occur every night, and feel almost real. I can physically sense the dream and my presence in it. My body, or whatever it is I inhibit over there, reacts to it. Intensely even. I’m still trying to understand.

Anyway, I’ll start from the beginning. In the first of the really vivid dreams, this is what happened.

I was approaching a beautiful old-fashioned mansion on the backside of a hill. When I knocked on the door, a woman opened, around thirty years old, smiling as she looked at me. "Welcome to the Red Mansion. You may call me Madam. Please enter."

I had never seen such a stunning creature in my life, except maybe for my wife. Speaking with a heavy slavic accent, she looked like the perfect imaginary version of an alternative model from Prague.

Within seconds, I became aroused to the point of confusion. It was overwhelming. There was a strange energy to this place that seemed to intensify certain senses.

As Madam led me into the mansion, she took my coat and said, "The revels begin at midnight, which is now. Explore as much of the mansion as you like. Who knows what awaits inside? Have fun."

With that, she vanished behind a set of red doorway drapes into another room. Twisted hallways led deeper into the mansion, but instinctively, I went straight up the grand main staircase.

Freely exploring, I opened a door somewhere, and entered a beautiful bedroom with interiors made of dark wood and red velvet. Just wanting to sit down on the bed and relax for a minute, I heard a knock on the door. Opening it, I couldn't believe what I saw.

It was my wife.

Again, it was her most beautiful self imaginable – everything that I had ever loved about her appearance, but at once, in an almost timeless way. Nevertheless, she stood there in the hallway, right at this moment, winking at me. "Hello! May I come in?"

And again, with the intense atmosphere of this place, it was hard to think of anything else but touching and kissing every part of her body. Somehow I managed to rub enough brain cells together to make my mouth form the words to invite her in. She pointed to the bed. "Please sit down for a minute, I have to explain something."

I sat down. "Er, you know what, don't."

She seemed to ignore what I said, standing before me and stretching her body in what felt like only the most provocative of yoga poses. My erection was almost unbearable. I felt like I hadn't ejaculated in weeks.

She spoke without interrupting her posing. “Here's the deal. From here on, you may enter the Red Mansion after midnight by falling asleep. But to complete your initiation, you have to pass a trial first. Should you fail, you will be banished from this place forever. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to this."

"Trial? What trial?"

"You can visit as often as you like, but for the time being, you are not allowed to orgasm."

“Until when?”

“Until I say so.”

"This has to be a joke. I mean, I'm almost coming right now, just from looking at you."

"Well, then I recommend keeping it at ‘almost', if you ever want to look at me again."

"But why? What is this place? I still don’t get it."

"That’s what I'm here for. To give you a taste of what to expect. And be your hardest possible trial. You know why? You know why I was chosen?"

She leaned in close to me and whispered into my ear. "Because I know better than anyone how to make you come."

She knew exactly what she did to me by saying this. Expertly assessing the desperate look on my face, she said, “Don’t worry, a few small drops I’ll overlook. But you can’t shoot your load. I’m sorry."

I didn’t know what to say.

"You're so cute. You really like looking at me, don't you? Even in your dreams." She put her arms around me, with her beautiful body bent over me. I could smell her.

We started kissing. It felt like a volcano erupting in my body. Like I was kissing her for the first time, only three times as intense. We were slowly licking each other's lips and tongues until I felt like I couldn't stop anymore. My erection was pressing against my pants so hard it was painful.

As if reading my mind, she stopped kissing me and unzipped my pants. My throbbing cock jumped out at her like a wild beast on a leash. It was leaking uncontrollably. Just her looking at it was almost enough to-

“Oh fuck it, just do it. Come all over me. Think of how good it must feel. Here, touch me."

My hands were madly grabbing at every inch of her body, pulling on the fabric of her clothes, squeezing her beautiful big breasts, reaching up from her thighs to under her skirt, burying my hands into the soft cheeks of her ass…

"Come."

She almost broke me, without touching my cock even once. But the thought of being banished from this place made me snap out of it. "N-now wait a minute!" I let go of her.

She smiled at me. "I almost had you. Well done.” Then she quickly turned around and started walking to the door. “It's time we get going. Follow me!"

I did, without thinking. What else was I to do? We went back out to the corridor, walked a bit, then entered the door into another room.

Suddenly we were in a completely different place. And it was familiar to me. This was a spa hotel she and I had stayed at many times in the past.

We were dressed differently as well. I was in swim trunks I remember owning years ago. I knew it was the exact pair, because they were a little too tight. The same was true for her bathing suit. That didn't help. But, good lord, what a sight… I'll leave the details to your imagination.

"I'll see you in half an hour in the massage room over here for your treatment”, she said. “Until then, I guess you're on your own. I recommend taking a walk through the spa, maybe visit the steam bath. See you later!"

It really was that same spa I've been to before. As I walked down the stairs to the pool area, I noticed a difference though. The only guests were beautiful young women. I decided to heed my wife's cryptic advice, and proceeded to the steam bath.

It was empty when I entered, but after a few minutes of relaxing, a girl came in and sat down across from me.

There it was. A deja vu. In fact, I had been in this situation before. There was this one time when I had been alone with an incredibly hot girl, right here in the steam bath room. Nothing had happened, but – God, all those drops of water running down her gorgeous body…

Suddenly, the girl stood up. She walked over to me and sat down close beside me.

Now that was different.

Her body touched mine, as she laid her head down on my shoulder and looked up to my face. "Hey. I noticed you peeking at me. Do you think I'm pretty?"

My trunks were becoming way too tight. It was no use. I had to take them off. Looking at my naked erect cock, she said, "I'll take that as a yes."

She started kissing my body, and my hands couldn't resist touching her’s. Her skin was wet and tender. Now, she was kissing my neck. Now, my ear. She was breathing quickly. "Is this good?"

If she had touched my cock now, I would have come like crazy. What would this mean for the trial? Would it mean failing it? Would they know? Would my wife know?

Just then, the door swung open. I pulled my trunks up at the last minute. Two more stunning-looking girls came in. Jesus Christ. I had to get out of there.

Clumsily, I stumbled out of the steam bath room, back to the pool area. Was all this my wife’s way of telling me that evading her wouldn’t help me? Probably.

As I tried to calm myself down, I looked at the big clock above the pool. It was time to meet the wife for my "treatment". I had a bad feeling about this.

On the way back up the stairs, my real-life alarm went off. Saved by the bell.

I woke up with a huge erection, unsurprisingly. It didn’t feel like waking up from a dream. It felt like a transition.

After taking a cold shower, I was able to think clearly again, and began to doubt myself. No matter how vivid, this had to have been a simple dream, nothing more. What else could it have been?

Seems I was lonelier than I thought. I mean, I did miss my wife a lot. Also, I almost certainly drank too much.

That said, even though I had nothing to do all day, and no matter how horny, I didn’t want to relieve myself and masturbate. I wanted to wait for midnight. Call it curiosity.  Or desperation.

Sure enough, the following night I somehow found myself in front of the Red Mansion again. After knocking, the woman who had introduced herself as Madam opened the door, dressed in a black robe, carrying a candelabra with two burning candles. Just like before, her alluring beauty was almost too much to bear.

 

She offered me a smile. “I’m glad to see you return.”

 

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Continued in Part 2.