So i had this dream tonight. i remember it as a snapshot: me lying on my stomach, nude, gagged and steel bound on His, well, desk, actually, my legs spread, folded and restrained together with my hands. The point here is that i'm used as a bookstand since He's reading a book (which has, btw, smth to do with political economy of Latin America) lying between my legs. Furthermore a bookshelf was made from my back, and there's a mirror to the left so i can appreciate the whole picture, to finish it off.

Freud would wring his hands and cry, cry for joy