I actually dreamed this. I'm not lying. I woke up with an erection.
The dream:
I had a session with Diane Solomons. She invited me in wearing platform high heels in which she stood well over six feet tall! I felt puny and looked down in shame. Sensing it she laid down the law, "Pipsqueak! I'm the BOSS! This is going to go MY WAY! Not yours!"
Completely compliant and totally emasculated by her physical superiority, I gasped as she lifted me with a seeming effortlessness!
She commanded me to get down on my knees and worship her incredible legs. I was flabbergasted!
Her right leg had deep, deep cuts! Her left leg had "spider web" vascularity!
Then she ordered me to lay on my back. Removing her shoes, she stood on me rendering me imobile and demanded I worship her calves.
Her left calf had a deep cut! She insisted that I stick my tongue in it and lick it. I eagerly obeyed. Then she told me to wrap my lips around the pulsating blue vein throbbing on her spectacular right calf. I did as I was told. What choice did I have?
Alas, I then woke up screaming, "Noooooooo! I want more!" I wanted to pleasure her vagina with my mouth! Denied it by waking up, I pleasured myself. What choice did I have? Rhetorical. None whatsoever! Blue balls was the painful alternative.
