Our Nightmare begins as the dreaming Alex ('Just Alex' that is) is stirred from a fitful sleep of disturbing images, from the painful to bizarre. Feel the tension mounting as she seems to walk in a world between awake and asleep. A world in which she seems to have no control over her own dark desires. A world of Mini-Kong roars of anger from endless circles. A world of Mini-me in which I seem to be the ape...or is the ape me?. A world of confusion in which pain is seemingly the only answer to a question of ' Is this real?' The tube whip, which brought Crash to tears and the riding crop that did the same to Samantha Woodley seem to answer that question best.
In the cocoon of some sort of crazy plastic worm, Alex's bottom throbs and burns as if large cigarettes are being put out on her. Her hands seem to mutate against her binds. Sending thoughts into my head she tries to hold back the secrets of her needs. This only adds more confusion to her thought conjured spanker. This seems to annoy Dallas to the extent that the next implement is the 'teacher of women' that would reduce Tiki, Scarlet, Jewel, Raven, Crystal and Austin to tears just by seeing it in my hand. He doesn't hold back as he brings that stiff and heavy leather crashing down on her upturned and already swollen globes. This strap never disappoints in the discipline arena.