dreams

dreams

If I surrender to the will of my imagination ... what do I dream about when, before going to bed, having lowered my panties a little, I push a long, strong cucumber or a bottle that I like in shape into my excited anus?

I am kneeling on the floor in a semi-dark room, which is flooded with light from a small window high up in the ceiling. I'm wearing a T-shirt and jeans. His hands are tied behind his back, and the body itself is firmly tied with ropes to a massive metal frame. There is a collar around my neck, fastened with a carbine to a metal ring in the floor so that my chin almost touches the cool floor. The butt is pulled up and there is no way to change the position.