Reading Time: 7 minutes The woman is a dream. Her body is perfect, with the lips, eyes, and breasts of a goddess. She stands before and looks at me. I am bound in the shape of an X, arms stretched wide over my head, ankles fastened to the floor. I am naked and ashamed. She is too good for me, far above my class. Why is she here? Does she desire me or is she just tormenting me? I do not know. I almost hate her because she is so beautiful, so far away from me. I want to whip her, punish her for her beauty, but I am the one bound. She approaches.