Celtic Countries
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(Original written by Muwatalis, copyright by Muwatalis)
(Translated from the original German into English by Muwatalis)
(Please excuse any errors: it is only school-English and we are out of school for over 22 years now!)
(Copying for private use I allow, but nothing else!!!!!)
Episode 1: The Bird Dream
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I am a bird.
High above I fly.
Under me lies the see.
I fly very fast.
The cliffs of Cod’s Head came in sight.
I follow the beach into the Kenmare River.
In the north, there are the Coomacarrea, the Carrantuohill and Mangerton Mountain, much too high for getting enough food.
In the south, there are the Caha, the Knockboy and the Carran, much more invitational.
However, I circle the Mangerton Mountain in the east and fly north.
There lies the Lough Leane, a great lake.
East of the lake is the town of Killarny, but I do not like towns.
In the west of the lake, there are lying big, uninhabited areas, which promise more food.
Little lakes, surrounded by reed belts, meadows and forests, are offering me an excellent area to nest and to hunt.
The music is dying out.
I awake from my dream.
As always, my eyes covered with the flaps of my leather helmet.
As always, spread like an eagle I am, chained to the four bedposts.
Then “Breakfast!” I hear from my master and husbands voice.
He removes the gag from my mouth.
I am hungry like never before.
My muscles are aching, as if I had really been flying thousands of miles.
My lord and master feed me.
He removes my used diapers, washes me ( without freeing me ), cleans my chastity belt in the bathroom, then put the chastity belt back on, lock it secure and swaddle me with new diapers ( like a grown up baby ).
Unconsciously the music of the most famous Irish folk pop bands had stimulated these pictures of Irish Countries in my dreams.
I think “A rather long flight for a little bird like me!” and sink back in my dream world.
This time my target is Scotland.
I fly through the Firth of Lorn between the island of Mull and the coast, passing by the island of Lismore to the Loch Lianhe.
My route changes to the east, going between the Ben Nevis and the Bidean nam Bian, to the Loch Figheach.
It is an unbelievable dream experience, to be a small bird flying between such giant mountains and then have the choice to choose between dozens of mountain lakes for a place to rest.
My master had changed the music.
Now my dream support is the music from three of the most famous Scottish folk pop bands.
Episode 2: The Pony Dream
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What wonderful pictures!
Such delightful remembrances are these!
Loud echoes of thundering hoofs I hear!
One herd of wild ponies is running by at my paddock.
I cannot see them in this black dark night, but I can hear and smell them.
I trot to the gate and I am tuning in into the calls of the herd.
He answers my neigh.
The leading stallion stops and with him all the other ponies.
Slowly he comes nearer.
He is wondering at me, he does not understand why a human female is trying to answer his calls.
What I am saying he cannot understand.
For him it has to be like if talking Chinese to a Japanese native.
I only can see his impressive head.
He looks at me from above to below.
He sees my latex horse-ears, wonders about these squared things beside my eyes and this remarkable part, which is going across my mouth.
He cannot understand why I do not shake away these handicaps from my head.
The leather straps, which are surrounding my entire body, appears to him like color stripes of my fur.
He is questioning himself, where my front hoofs are.
Apparently, he cannot see that I have my arms folded together behind my back in a leather bag.
I am dancing on the spot all the time in my hoof boots.
He is drawing the scent of my moist vagina through his nostrils.
It is an entire strange smell for him.
He is whirling around, gives the signal and the herd run farther.
I wake up!
What beautiful dreams!
My mind is manufacturing desires and experiences!
Shetland is the land of the ponies!
No wonder, that my master only took those brochures home from the travel agency!
To Be Continued
Celtic Countries
Re: Celtic Countries
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