A strangely unerotic dream
May. 8th, 2003 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravencallscrowsThis was during my nap this afternoon.
In the dream, a new health club has opened in town, and they're shilling for customers. So we go to see the facilities and get the grand tour.
Arriving, we're greeted by a tall, incredibly thin woman with long, straight black hair in a slightly too severe business suit, who is one of the people selling memberships at the club. She talks about all the standard fitness club stuff- they offer free weights, nautilus, aerobics training and so on. What, she says, distinguishes this establishment from the others, is a slightly unorthodox approach to training.
"We encourage all our clients to set specific goals and work closely with personal trainers. We want to encourage them to reach their goals, and to be serious at working toward them. It's when people lose their focus that they run the risk of getting hurt."
Sounds fairly reasonable, doesn't it?
We walk through the weight rooms and see people lifting things on machines which to me always look vaguely like ultra-modern torture devices. Then there are the elliptical trainers and the stair steppers and that sort of thing, and there's some sort of video screen with a woman talking very intensely, apparently to the people working out. We're too far aware to hear what she's really saying.
The tour continues.
By this point, we've reached a large room which appears to be used for step aerobics and the like. She points out a client working at some stretching exercise, and almost immediately afterwards, the trainer comes into sight. She's an extremely fit woman with long dark brown hair pulled back in a braid. This is unremarkable. What is remarkable is that she's dressed from head to toe in skin-tight black leather, and is wearing mid-thigh length patent leather boots with a heel which looks like a shiny stainless steel roofing spike- it's about eight inches long.
Apparently her client has done something wrong, and, oblivious to (or carefully ignoring) the presence of other people in the room, she begins yelling at him. Finally, she reaches out, grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He stands about three inches shorter than she does. "You disgust me! Just when it seems that you've finally learned to respect the equipment and do what I've told you to do, I turn around and you're wasting my time again."
She backhands him across the face, turns, and takes two steps away. Then she turns back, kicks him squarely in the chest, and knocks him down. As he's trying to get composed, she turns him over with careful application of the toe of one of the boots, and starts walking across him. Even from across the room, it's possible to see the heels digging into him.
Club Femdomme. Weird, isn't it? And for all of what was going on, it was very clearly not sexual or erotic in the least. I think i'm losing my edge- this would be hard to turn into even borderline smut.
In the dream, a new health club has opened in town, and they're shilling for customers. So we go to see the facilities and get the grand tour.
Arriving, we're greeted by a tall, incredibly thin woman with long, straight black hair in a slightly too severe business suit, who is one of the people selling memberships at the club. She talks about all the standard fitness club stuff- they offer free weights, nautilus, aerobics training and so on. What, she says, distinguishes this establishment from the others, is a slightly unorthodox approach to training.
"We encourage all our clients to set specific goals and work closely with personal trainers. We want to encourage them to reach their goals, and to be serious at working toward them. It's when people lose their focus that they run the risk of getting hurt."
Sounds fairly reasonable, doesn't it?
We walk through the weight rooms and see people lifting things on machines which to me always look vaguely like ultra-modern torture devices. Then there are the elliptical trainers and the stair steppers and that sort of thing, and there's some sort of video screen with a woman talking very intensely, apparently to the people working out. We're too far aware to hear what she's really saying.
The tour continues.
By this point, we've reached a large room which appears to be used for step aerobics and the like. She points out a client working at some stretching exercise, and almost immediately afterwards, the trainer comes into sight. She's an extremely fit woman with long dark brown hair pulled back in a braid. This is unremarkable. What is remarkable is that she's dressed from head to toe in skin-tight black leather, and is wearing mid-thigh length patent leather boots with a heel which looks like a shiny stainless steel roofing spike- it's about eight inches long.
Apparently her client has done something wrong, and, oblivious to (or carefully ignoring) the presence of other people in the room, she begins yelling at him. Finally, she reaches out, grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He stands about three inches shorter than she does. "You disgust me! Just when it seems that you've finally learned to respect the equipment and do what I've told you to do, I turn around and you're wasting my time again."
She backhands him across the face, turns, and takes two steps away. Then she turns back, kicks him squarely in the chest, and knocks him down. As he's trying to get composed, she turns him over with careful application of the toe of one of the boots, and starts walking across him. Even from across the room, it's possible to see the heels digging into him.
Club Femdomme. Weird, isn't it? And for all of what was going on, it was very clearly not sexual or erotic in the least. I think i'm losing my edge- this would be hard to turn into even borderline smut.
